After he finished cursing, he seed to realize that this behavior wasn’t good, and he quickly shrunk his neck and picked up the H manga from the ground...
The classroom was too stuffy, not a single person was speaking, so Wei Liang’s complaints were easily heard by Chen Bing and Chen Xue, the two sisters...
Lu Zhao pursed his lips, his gaze flickering, and said thoughtfully, "Little Bing, Little Xue... don’t rush to take action yet."
"Elder Lu! Such a good opportunity, don’t miss it just because he’s bluffing!" Jin Jiuyao gritted his teeth.
Lu Zhao glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "He’s not bluffing, nor is he threatening; he’s warning us."
He paused, then explained, "That H manga... ’Intimate Demon Hunter in the Dim Light’, isn’t about a group annihilation plot at all."
Jin Jiuyao’s mouth twitched fiercely: "Wait, Elder Lu, you also read this...?"
Chen Bing and Chen Xue also looked at Lu Zhao with strange expressions.
Lu Zhao coughed dryly: "I have a friend... who also likes to read them, so I know a little."
"Elder Lu, your friend..."
"Alright, that’s not the point... let’s head over there and pretend we haven’t seen Xiao Zi." Lu Zhao said, and then led the other three to bypass so of the bookshelves near Lin Yi, hiding in a different bookshelf area.
Before entering the bookshelf area, he cautiously glanced at Wei Liang, but Wei Liang acted as if he hadn’t seen them at all, placing the ’Intimate Demon Hunter in the Dim Light’ book aside and then picked up another H manga, continuing to read it avidly.
...
Though Wei Liang was causing quite a stir, it actually didn’t attract much attention.
Lin Yi remained imrsed in those distorted layers, with nothing in his eyes but the marks of secret patterns on the Deceitful Angel Sculpture, from which he seed to glimpse new mysteries, and he hadn’t noticed that his own expression had changed into sothing eerie...
On his face was an evil sneer, as his hand kept enchanting the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture, looking as twisted as can be... As ti passed, even his entire outline seed to distort along with it, and the secret patterns on the Deceitful Angel’s body twisted little by little due to his enchantnt, as if they had gained life.
"Buzz..."
The layers seed to tremble slightly, but Lin Yi did not perceive it; he had already integrated into this layer.
"Buzz..."
The layers fluctuated again, and the secret patterns floated slightly, like waves, about to detach from the body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture.
"Buzz..."
The layers continued to fluctuate, and the secret patterns gradually peeled off from the Deceitful Angel’s body, starting to spread onto Lin Yi’s hand, and with the spread of the secret patterns, Lin Yi’s hand also appeared to be trending towards virtualization...
The sneering Lin Yi seed unaware of this anomaly; he looked at his partially virtualized hand, montarily unresponsive.
But as the secret patterns continued to spread, Lin Yi’s brow gradually furrowed, and the eerie smile on his lips slowly faded away.
"Not right..." He looked at the secret patterns spreading up to his forearm, seeing the forearm turn semi-transparent, his brow gradually furrowed, "This isn’t right."
He shook his hand in disdain, and the secret patterns clinging onto it were flung off like a disgusting blob of mucus, slapping back onto the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture.
But incredibly, when the secret patterns touched the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture, instead of re-forming the frawork to support the dead body, they hit it like a bullet shattering stone, directly smashing the dead body into fragnts.
When the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture was smashed, the fragnts were stirred into a vortex-like motion and followed the trajectory of the warped layers, ground away until they eventually rged into nihilism.
With the disappearance of the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture, Lin Yi’s only reference vanished, leaving only a twisted space around him, which at a glance resembled a cup of muddled cappuccino.
A sense of dizziness quickly began to invade Lin Yi’s brain with the distorted layers, and evil, low whispers seed to arise from an unknown void, entangling around his ear.
But Lin Yi was not devoured by these voices; the disappearance of the dead body of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture deprived him of the "research material," and his once fanatical and obsessed state suddenly grew much clearer.
"I am in B Group 2 Class’s bookshelf area, now it’s ti to head back."
He quietly established a cognitive anchor, calmly muttering to himself, not as if anchoring himself, but like telling a familiar friend, "It’s alright, no need to see off, I should be heading out."
And astonishingly, as his inner whispers concluded, the warped world around him actually began to retreat in a reverse vortex manner, and the originally eerie jagged distortions began to slowly vanish.
But amidst this process, Lin Yi’s perception caught so familiar scenes from within the twisted domain: images of several broken sculptures hung by chains, nodding and swaying in Lin Yi’s direction, calling out repeatedly, yet the calls were shredded within the vortex, unable to reach his ears.
Quickly, the vortex-like twisted lines returned to their original state, and Lin Yi’s perception withdrew from the unknown twisted space, returning to the bookshelf area.
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