765: Chapter 352: The Overwritten Art Building Hall (Extra 1000 Words)_2 765: Chapter 352: The Overwritten Art Building Hall (Extra 1000 Words)_2 Old Mo breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good…
I thought you had been a Dormitory Supervisor these past few days…
So, being targeted by the Sneering Angel during the day must be because of ‘Ashes’.”
「’Should be’, ‘just’?!」Lin Yi’s eyelids twitched fiercely: “Are there more reasons?”
“These aren’t very important for you right now.” Old Mo said, “Let’s go, if we really can’t attract a Sneering Angel with a lantern, we’ll have to spend so ti actively hunting one down…”
Lin Yi asked: “The Sneering Angel with a lantern, that’s the Dormitory Supervisor, right?”
Old Mo nodded: “Yes…
After the kerosene lamp fails to protect the Dormitory Supervisors, excessive Supernatural Power begins to perate their status, ultimately causing them to transform into Sneering Angels.”
“So the Sneering Angel is also ford from excessive contamination?”
“Don’t just look at the surface, it’s like studying chemistry, the sa substance can have completely different reactions under different catalytic conditions.”
“The old kerosene lamp…is the catalyst?”
“It’s a taphor, not all Sneering Angels are born this way, but one of the birthways is after the lamp fails, causing more contamination…”
“The failing old kerosene lamp, does it generate a kind of Supernatural Power different from ‘light’, like the dark side of Supernatural Power?”
“I don’t know, interpret it however you want, but anyway, the danger brought by ‘using a failing old kerosene lamp’ is more unpredictable than ‘having no kerosene lamp at all’.”
“Then…
why don’t the Dormitory Supervisors just throw it away?”
“I can’t tell you the answer to that, if you have the opportunity, you might find the answer through the ‘Dormitory manager’s rules’…
but you better not have that opportunity.”
“Why?”
“Idiot, obviously because I’m afraid you might accidentally turn into a Sneering Angel.”
At this point, Lin Yi’s mouth twitched fiercely, if being kicked by the Boss earlier was a joke, then if he really beca a Sneering Angel, he might be crushed by the Boss…
「Goddamn…
may that day never co…」
Lin Yi shivered fiercely, but he quickly realized sothing else: “Hey, Old Mo, did you just say…hunting Sneering Angels?
Is it the sort that can be transford back into Dormitory Supervisors?”
“Yes.”
“Then what happens to the Dormitory Supervisors if they are hunted?
Do they die?”
Hearing this, Old Mo’s face darkened: “After you hunt sothing down, can it still be alive?”
“Then the Dormitory Supervisors…”
“When they beco Sneering Angels, they already have so control over life and death, and thus beco subjects to the sa.” Old Mo said coldly, “If your friends beco Sneering Angels, then they are no longer the people you knew…
I see…”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been in the Gymnasium…saw Dormitory Supervisors peeled from Layers, so you think Sneering Angels have a chance to be saved, right?”
Lin Yi nodded: “Yeah…”
“That’s just survivor bias.” Old Mo said, “Only those Sneering Angels that appear in the Gymnasium have a certain chance to be transford back, and even the ‘people’ who are peeled off have a low probability of regaining their cognition to beco ‘people’ again…”
“During my ti as a black Pocket Chef, I’ve only encountered a few…”
Lin Yi pursed his lips, knowing that one of them might be Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian’s secrets are indeed many and complex.
Lin Yi did not inquire further about the Dormitory Supervisor, as the corridor had co to an end.
He tugged at his soaking wet school uniform, and strangely, the fierce wind ultimately did not take away all his body heat, the blue aura inside him like a furnace sustaining his body’s vitality, the soaking clothes apart from bringing so physical discomfort did not affect his movents at all.
「Huh—huh—huh—」
The wind tunnel effect was maximized the mont Lin Yi stepped out of the corridor, the gale almost preventing him from taking a step forward, as if the place ahead was not the Art Building Hall, but a cliff by the sea.
White light enveloped Lin Yi, the wind causing his clothes to flutter loudly, and in that instant, it seed like so forbidden voices echoed beside his ears.
The strong echo ford by the wind near his ears also brought with it more rapid wind sounds, in such howling and sharp wind, one shouldn’t be able to hear any extra sounds, but Lin Yi started to hear a different kind of sound independent of the wind…
the sound of chains!
「Clatter clatter clatter…」
It was the sound of chains being dragged slowly across the ground!
That sound seed to co from nowhere, like in the wind yet not in the wind, as if it was transmitted to Lin Yi’s ears through so completely independent channel.
From the depths of the chains, a deep, slightly evil, sinister, eerie, chilly echo erged, the voice had no origin, nor did it have a known direction, as if it directly fell upon his heart.
That voice was saying…
[Lin Yi…
you have finally co…]
Just at that mont.
「Boom—」
It was as if sothing exploded in Lin Yi’s mind, the white light in front of his eyes dimd at a rapid speed…
The scene of the Art Building Hall began to appear in his sight, a slightly sinking feeling on his shoulder—Old Mo’s palm, resting there.
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