"Mist?! Grey Mist Invasion?!"
A Sports Student shouted in horror.
"Stay calm, this is not Grey Mist. It is the boundary of cognition," the Physical Education Teacher’s voice slowly rose. "We should have boarded the ship, but we can only stay here and follow all the orders that will appear next."
"Is this ’the deck’?!" As one of the prominent Sports Students, Xu Shunkang was also among the ranks, looking at this eerie world, full of confusion.
The fog is the boundary of the Layer Boat, but it is not within their cognition.
Inside the fog, the sound of whistling wind was everywhere.
The Sports Students couldn’t see the situation outside, but Lin Yi was able to see the scene on the deck, where the layers of the deck were so vast, weaving more than two thousand Sports Students along with the Physical Education Teacher into it, forming a matrix anchored on the Sports Students.
But Boss pursed his red lips and slowly said: "Actually, you can completely use the Divine Oracle yourself..."
"The role of the ’Principal’ is only to make the Experience Students sleep without destroying their reality anchor. You can give the subsequent orders."
"Huh? Oh, oh, oh..." The detail was so fine that Lin Yi hadn’t noticed at all.
The second-generation Principal coughed twice, suddenly feeling that although he beca the "Principal," his status seed to not increase but decrease, and he could only sit at the sa table with the "crew" here.
Thinking about it, he suddenly paused.
Wait a minute, what is this familiar feeling?
He suddenly recalled countless years ago when he was still a "Mourner," he seed to have had a similar experience...
Just then, he...was like today’s Security Guard, carrying an old oil lamp, guarding the ship’s side as a "Mourner"...
Wait...
Wait!
He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lin Yi and the others.
In a trance, he seed to see a hint of those "adults" figures from these people!
"’Holy Sun’...sir..."
"’Designer’...sir..."
"’Divine Craftsman’...sir..."
"They’re back...all back...!" The second-generation Principal’s voice trembled. Although those figures were extrely vague, rely standing over there made the entire world’s energy seem to rotate around them.
That figure was extrely unclear, yet so concretely manifested.
The second-generation Principal suddenly understood the aning in Boss’s words—"Lin Yi is the initiator of the plan."
That’s right, he certainly was.
At that mont, he glanced at Wei Liang from the corner of his eye.
His pupils shrank again.
"You...you...?"
"Hey, I’m warning you, don’t just shout!" Wei Liang imdiately yelled in protest.
The second-generation Principal ignored him, just looked at Boss in confusion: "Why is there such an ordinary...Experience Student on the ship?"
Everyone was initially stunned, then each lowered their heads and pald their foreheads.
Lin Yi was also speechless, yes, even he couldn’t see through Wei Liang, let alone the second-generation Principal?
"It’s fine, don’t mind him." Lin Yi waved slightly, then looked up at the Art Building still hanging inverted amid the night sky.
Originally like a hanging man above the campus, the Art Building seed to lose part of its aning as the campus disappeared.
But over there, the massive "High-level Alien Angel" was already stirring beneath the waves. It was a follower of the "Angel"—though "Angel" had no shred of humanity or pity for it, just as a burning fla understands nothing of the moth flying into it.
He slowly spoke, sending the call into the black ancient well of the Art Building: "The agreed ti has arrived; we are setting off now...’Butcher’."
Before the words fell, the naless ancient well at Black Moon Outpost erupted with a frenzied laughter:
"Hahahahaha—"
"I’m here—!"
"Gurgle..."
The ancient well churned, yet the mist filled deep well and black oily liquid violating gravity on the wall started to continually shrink, and the thick chain pinned to the well wall was pulled by supre might, coiling into the mist like a giant serpent.
Before long, a black coal wrapped in mist shot out from the depths of the ancient well, like a cannonball fired from a chimney, piercing through layers upon layers towards the Layer Boat.
"Boom—!"
The black coal landed, and the mist swirled back in contraction, but did not completely dissipate, leaving only a towering figure like an iron tower, standing not far from Lin Yi and the others.
"Bright Heavenly Venerable...Old Lin." "Butcher" first greeted Wei Liang, then looked at Lin Yi, greeting as well, and then explained, "The reality here cannot bear my energy. Once we enter the Gray Mist Sea, I will unveil them."
"Hm." Though shrouded in mist, Lin Yi neither doubted nor was suspicious of him, confirming his existence solely through voice and intuition.
An "Original Apostle," even a dead soul lingering post-mortem, the magnitude is not bearable by the reality world.
But with the appearance of "Butcher," strange notes began to leap in the air, those ding-dong sounds coming indeed from—
Lin Yi’s eyes flashed with a brilliant glint, suddenly looking at a certain position, where black oily liquid was slowly seeping from the ship’s boards...
Then, carrying "Ammon’s music box," the Little Girl stepped slowly, softly humming that black nursery rhy, appearing before everyone.
It was a shard of will infiltrated through ti by the "Contractor," no longer appeared for many years, yet now it reappeared.
Lin Yi looked at the Little Girl and then at the Boss, suddenly a sliver of eerie feeling arose in his heart.
Why does this Little Girl...still exist?
"You...?" Lin Yi cautiously eyed her.
For so reason, he always had an inexplicable feeling toward the Little Girl...
But Boss slowly walked over.
The Little Girl and Boss, eting eyes.
The Little Girl’s dirty face bore little expression, rely looked at the Boss, lightly humming that eerie nursery rhy. Yet, she handed "Ammon’s music box" to Boss.
Boss seed to understand sothing, took "Ammon’s music box," then closed the box.
The notes ceased leaping, the Little Girl no longer sang, instead silently headed to the mast, slowly sitting down.
She sat in the shadow, seemingly vanished, yet distinctly there. At her side, unbeknownst when an ancient book appeared.
The book was indeed "The Word of the Conjurer."
She held "The Word of the Conjurer," as if reading, or rembering sothing.
Her figure was thus swallowed by the mast’s shadow. Without careful observation, her existence was almost unnoticeable.
"What’s exactly with her?" Lin Yi asked.
"It’s a wisp of unsolved and unreturned will, infiltrated through ti and dinsion...but her current state is unknown to ; her song...is not exactly the original song." Boss’s face bore complexity, clearly the Little Girl had broken free from all except the base logic.
Tian Bufan said: "Perhaps, forcibly recall her."
Boss slightly shook her head, focusing on "The Word of the Conjurer": "Intuition tells ...it’s not simple."
"If changes occur at this mont, will it be troubleso?" Tian Bufan seed sowhat insisting.
Boss, however, maintained her stance: "Precisely because so unfavorable circumstances may arise in the future, she remains."
Tian Bufan pondered and then slightly nodded: "I hope you’re right."
Boss watched him for a while, then slowly withdrew her gaze: "I won’t let any unfavorable factor remain aboard, you know this better than I do."
"Alright, alright, ’she’ existed long, if problems book happened long ago, why worry now?" "Butcher" impatiently said, "Can we set sail? If issues, I’ll solve her."
"Yes, we’re setting sail now." Lin Yi said.
"Wait..." Kuai Hongji suddenly called him.
"What?" Lin Yi puzzled.
"Old acquaintances have arrived!" Tian Bufan squinted, his mouth corner is a subtle smile, then he looked at a place in the campus.
In the campus, suddenly erged so divine glimrs, followed by two figures surpassing layers, coming to them.
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