425: 190 425: 190 But now, the sound of the storm and so faint thunder could still be heard outside the window.
“Rumble…”
Another clap of thunder tore through the night sky, the play of light and shadow outside the dormitory window sketched a vague outline, and it was a group of things neither human nor ghost, like a swarm of bats, clinging to the windows outside, each vying to cast their sickly gaze into the dormitory, searching for sothing…
…
After only a short fall through the thin mist, the solid feeling once again appeared under Lin Yi’s feet.
Lin Yi looked down at his wrist, where the ti had frozen at “2:18”.
Gradually, he noticed that the watch on his wrist began to turn transparent as the solid feeling intensified, and his arm was also becoming more robust.
A series of nearly imperceptible sound waves began to hit him, giving him a feeling of heavy and intense oppression.
He took a small step back, and a human silhouette separated itself from “him”…
It was Wei Shan.
“It seems this ti it’s through Wei Sang’s vision…” What Lin Yi most wanted to know was what Maozi had experienced, but unfortunately, the dreamscape was not under his control, and whose vision appeared to be random.
He imdiately looked around, first to determine the “current” ti and place.
Then he was taken aback.
“This is…
the Staff Passage?”
Wei Shan had gotten tomato sauce on his school uniform while eating breakfast on May 8th, so he went to throw it away in the trash can by the Staff Passage, and right now, it was the very mont Wei Shan was discarding his uniform.
“Why would I dream of this scene?”
Truth be told, Wei Shan had crushed the head of a green Pocket Chef at lunchti and had violently kicked another armless green Pocket Chef with the sa foot; if talking about dreams, that would definitely be a more explosive scene.
Lin Yi didn’t understand the pattern of the dreams, but being able to replay this scene was solidly true, so he began to observe Wei Shan’s appearance.
In his mory, the process of Wei Shan throwing away his clothes was quick; by the ti he had realized what was happening, Wei Shan had already finished.
He suspected he must have missed so detail, so he kept his gaze on Wei Shan.
At first glance, there was nothing special, just Wei Shan bearing the oppressing force emanating from the Staff Passage, walking step by step toward the trash can with his uniform.
“This…”
But at a certain mont, Lin Yi seed to catch a clue, and narrowing his eyes, he looked toward Wei Shan.
After careful observation, he soon noticed that Wei Shan’s body appeared to be emitting a faint blue breath…
“Sky blue steam?!”
This faint blue breath seed to have the sa origin as the sky blue steam that burst forth when the Sports Student Old Zhang was beating the Human Sculpture…
Lin Yi was secretly shocked, and before he could absorb the impact of this scene, an even more outrageous scene occurred.
Wei Shan was exhaling a deep and thick breath, releasing the faint blue breath like a Saiyan Erupting Qi, invisible to the naked eye.
However, in Lin Yi’s “vision” at the mont, it burned like a pale blue fla.
Wrapped in sky blue steam, Wei Shan was walking slowly, step by step, toward the entrance of the Staff Passage.
Just then, from within the Staff Passage, which radiated intense oppression, suddenly ca a string of clear footsteps.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
Lin Yi was slightly startled, and so was Wei Shan, who imdiately froze in place, no longer moving forward.
It was also at this mont that “yesterday’s Lin Yi,” who was standing in front of the cafeteria notice board, seeing that Wei Shan had not returned, thought Wei Shan might be facing the sa crisis he had encountered, and despite Tian Bufan’s attempts to stop him, he moved toward Wei Shan.
“Don’t co over here!” Suddenly, Wei Shan erupted with a roar, causing “yesterday’s Lin Yi” to stumble, then stopping in his tracks.
Lin Yi noticed that at this mont, Wei Shan still remained motionless, yet his body was trembling slightly.
However, that trembling was not fear, but…
excitent.
“Fuffuffuff…” Wei Shan’s slightly plump body tensed up, all muscles tight, as he stared at the deepest, darkest reaches of the passage, listening to the approaching “tap, tap, tap…” of footsteps, a light of unusual excitent flickering in his eyes.
His lips curled up into a sinister smile.
At this mont, Lin Yi’s pupils dilated dramatically and then contracted again!
A figure slowly erged from the pitch-black depths of the Staff Passage, like an abyss, stepping into the light.
A…
chef in a black leather apron!
Unlike the previous blue or green apron chefs made of tarp-like material, the chef that appeared now was completely different.
Moreover, he was holding a bloody cleaver in his hand.
Veins bulged at Wei Shan’s temples, his breathing beca heavier, and his breaths turned into “fuffuffuff” sounds, but he kept muttering the sa words between clenched teeth:
“Quite interesting, quite interesting indeed…”
“Hehehe…”
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