Mao Feiyang calmly responded, "Sincerity is the ultimate skill."
"But I feel like your tone doesn’t sound like ’requesting’, it sounds more like ’replace a batch’..."
"How co your tone is even more dog-like than mine?" Mao Feiyang retorted.
But at that mont, an indescribable terrifying pressure gradually descended, and Lin Yi only felt dizzy, his will blurry, almost fainting...
In horror, he discovered that the ground around Mao Feiyang started to writhe and twist in an eerie manner, as if the surrounding world was being sliced into quivering noodles, constantly closing the spatial distance between Mao Feiyang and the Night Watchman.
Ultimately, Mao Feiyang was "escorted" by the twisted space in front of the Night Watchman.
Observing the "Night Watchman" from up close, an overwhelming suffocating feeling rushed in, as if he was facing not a person, but a grand ancient mountain that had stood since ancient tis.
The Night Watchman slowly spoke, his voice booming like a bass cannon, enveloping Mao Feiyang with the breath of violent wind and rain.
"Give a reason, or... die."
The color instantly drained from Mao Feiyang’s face, his legs involuntarily trembled, the overwhelming pressure nearly bending his spine, yet he still managed to utter a voice with great difficulty, "As per the agreent... I will go to the Bell Tower to receive the first reward."
At this mont, ti seed to stand still.
In Lin Yi’s heart, a trendous wave surged; he felt a buzzing in his head, unable to process what Mao Feiyang had said.
What the hell does "as per the agreent receive the first reward" an?!
So, the "Ouroboros Ring" as the final paynt is what he received, while the first reward, the advance paynt, is actually in Maozi’s hands?!
All of this was a plan, but Young Master Tian still lied, saying he didn’t know?
He really wanted to ask Maozi what was going on, but the atmosphere here wasn’t right for him to use telepathy to communicate with Maozi.
The Night Watchman’s oppressive presence was too strong; he constantly felt like the Night Watchman might crush Maozi any mont.
But speaking of it...
"He... looks just like the ’Night Watchman-02’ of the Bell Tower!"
Whether by coincidence or sothing else, Lin Yi realized that the Night Watchman seed to have a similar appearance... or perhaps it looked like they were carved from the sa mold...
Wait, what else on the campus is carved from the sa mold...?
The Graveyard of the Deceased...?
"Hiss—"
Lin Yi sharply inhaled, his mind echoed Maozi’s words about not overthinking at the dream boundary, so he forcibly restrained himself from thinking further in that area.
At this mont, in the Night Watchman’s eyes, it was like brilliant golden light was burning as he looked down silently at Mao Feiyang, who was almost crushed to the ground by him.
"..."
After a long while.
He slowly spoke, "Words an nothing."
In an instant, Mao Feiyang felt the already terrifying pressure suddenly increased by several degrees, crashing onto him like overwhelming waves, his legs trembling nearly unable to support his body weight, his heart racing as if it would burst through his chest at any mont.
Mao Feiyang’s breathing beca rapid and chaotic, as if invisible large hands were tightly choking his throat, yet the greater the pressure, the harder his smile, though his mouth gradually twisted into a grotesque grin.
"Heh... Hehehe..."
"Proof, is it... good... hope you can handle this proof..."
"Hmph!" The Night Watchman let out a cold sneer, his tough features becoming even more cold, every slight movent of his, even the fluttering of his clothes, could evoke inner tremors.
Underneath this pressure, it felt as if the whole world grew small and fragile, Mao Feiyang nearly reduced to dust to be crushed into the cracks of the stone slabs beneath him, but the next mont, he spoke with an extrely slow cadence, "『4』..."
The Night Watchman remained silent.
Mao Feiyang continued, "『0』..."
When the second sound occurred, the previously resolute and cold Night Watchman finally showed a tiny change in expression.
"Heh heh... hehehe..."
Mao Feiyang laughed, wantonly and maniacally, then unhurriedly uttered the next syllable:
"『1』..."
"Enough." The Night Watchman spoke, coldly interrupting him.
As he spoke, invisible forces like threads entwined, sealing Mao Feiyang’s mouth, making it impossible for him to speak further.
But in reality, Mao Feiyang’s mouth wasn’t sewn shut, rely covered by an unknown force, unable to produce any sound.
"I believe you." After the Night Watchman finished, Mao Feiyang felt a lightness throughout, the shackles that had "sealed" his mouth seemingly vanished.
"Hehehe..." Mao Feiyang shakily stood upright, one hand supporting his neck, the other his waist, "Then how about just sending directly over? And, best not to attract attention from that side..."
Mao Feiyang pointed to the distant lighthouse.
"As you wish... but the final stretch, you need to go alone." The Night Watchman didn’t haggle with Mao Feiyang, just lightly waved a hand.
At that mont, the previously spinning sensation once again enveloped Lin Yi, while the space around Mao Feiyang seed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, the twisted space swirled like a vortex, Lin Yi only felt dizzy as everything before him blurred, the black sky, dark sea, cliffs, and the Night Watchman seed to exist in a chaotic dinsion...
A mysterious power radiated from the Night Watchman, spreading like ripples, gradually pushing Mao Feiyang away from him, the space between them slowly recovering in a peculiar rhythm, like crumpled paper being smoothed out...
During this process, Lin Yi felt dizzy, the severe discomfort nearly making him vomit, feeling as if his body was sotis stretched, sotis compressed, completely unable to comprehend or adapt to this spatial change.
"I understand... I understand..." Despite the extre discomfort in his heart, even a difficult-to-describe nausea, Lin Yi was delighted to realize that the Night Watchman wielded the power of "space", "just now, pulling Maozi to his front wasn’t remote absorption, but so transcendent way of twisting and folding space!"
"That noodle-like sensation, is the space being modified at the layer level by the Night Watchman!"
Finally, the space gradually returned to normal, Mao Feiyang was transported to the outside wall of the corridor entrance, as the mysterious power withdrew from around him, Mao Feiyang had the sensation of jumping from a boat to solid ground, nearly losing his balance.
anwhile, the Night Watchman had silently turned around, continuing to face away from the Art Building, holding the Ancient Lamp "Netherworld Light", standing alone against the pitch-black sea.
Lin Yi then noticed a wriggling breach on the outer wall, shrouded in a vague mist, through which he could vaguely see the appearance behind the gap.
Currently, the outer wall of the Art Building was not yet covered in dog-like nocturnal species, indicating their invasion hadn’t reached here yet.
That’s right... The "Angel" hasn’t co yet with its overwhelming black tsunami, how could those little pawns possibly co out?
He looked back at the gap, behind which stood a sculpture, its face ferocious yet extrely still, devoid of any sign of life.
Lin Yi instantly recognized it as a Dead Body Sculpture.
Very familiar, exceptionally familiar.
"That should be...?" He quickly reacted, realizing the Dead Body Sculpture was the sculpture at the "door" of the Bell Tower, serving as a landmark.
"It should be near the Bell Tower." Mao Feiyang also remarked, "Since I said that, he definitely placed nearby... but is this the Bell Tower? Interesting..."
"Maozi, your first ti here? No, your first ti there?" Lin Yi was sowhat surprised.
"Consider it the first ti here." Mao Feiyang responded, then added, "But... I’ve been here many, many tis in calculations."
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