AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016

Mao Feiyang was one of them.

At this moment, Mao Feiyang was staring at the dome above the relief, and on top of that dome, there was a piece of glass he hadn't noticed before. That glass was covered with patterns full of religious aura, shimmering faintly in the dark of night...

Strands of light spilled down from the dome, like the eerie moonlight over Swan Lake.

And Mao Feiyang was like a black swan, letting those snowflake-like lights fall upon him.

Those snowflakes, resembling scattered ashes.

At this moment, Mao Feiyang was constantly absorbing the ashes.

As Lin Yi's will entered the Art Classroom, Mao Feiyang seemed to sense it in real-time, his body trembled slightly, then quickly straightened up and looked towards Lin Yi's location.

"Old Lin?" Mao Feiyang murmured softly.

Lin Yi was startled but immediately responded, "It's me... Maozi, we have arrived."

Mao Feiyang didn't seem surprised but showed a relieved smile: "Finally, you're here, let's start the action."

Tian Bufan said, "Old Lin, go onto Maozi's body; next, we'll be three in one."

"Alright!" Lin Yi answered, gently landing on Mao Feiyang's body like a flake of snow falling from the dome, dissolving into Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang's body trembled slightly, a subtle brilliance flickered in his eyes, he looked at his hands as if staring at a new shell: "Truly a long-lost completeness... a long-lost sense of reunion... If only Wei Sang and Kuai Kuai could come too."

"They each have their tasks; Kuai Kuai will bring 'Bai Fangshuo's' Student ID card to pick you up after your operation," Tian Bufan said. "From that moment until you leave, you will be 'Bai Fangshuo'. "

Mao Feiyang replied, "Got it... Now let's set off, I have prepared everything."

"Yes, let's move immediately," Tian Bufan said.

With Tian Bufan's instruction, Mao Feiyang quickly rose from his seat and followed the others queuing for drawing boards and brushes.

"Xiao Mao, why are you getting a drawing board too?" asked another art student who was somewhat familiar with Yan Jing Ming, who had already left the Art Classroom with his task.

"Hmm, I want to contribute my part too," Mao Feiyang said.

The art student hesitated for a moment, then thought about how, even though Mao Feiyang was a newborn, both his perception of green powder particles and the amount of extraordinary material absorbed during the "Banquet" far surpassed the average initial stage art student's standards. Coupled with Mu Daxian's care for him, he stopped asking questions and nodded, saying, "Alright, just remember to stay safe no matter where you go."

"The areas prohibited by the guiding sign, better not to go there; senior students guard those places."

Understanding this, Lin Yi's heart warmed, these art students were surprisingly caring towards juniors.

Unfortunately, they aimed to go to the Observatory.

Mao Feiyang nodded, "Alright, senior, I understand."

It wasn't long before it was Mao Feiyang's turn; he chose a large sword from the drawing boards, folded it a few times, then transformed it into a turtle shell-shaped drawing board and carried it behind him.

Lin Yi whispered, "Actually, I feel that the great katana the art student ahead chose wasn't bad either."

Mao Feiyang curled his lips, "A drawing board is just proof of leaving; going without one is too suspicious. Do you expect us to use a drawing board to confront the imminent crisis at the Observatory?"

Lin Yi paused for a moment, then immediately nodded, "That's true, that's true..."

"Let's go." Mao Feiyang grabbed some brushes and a palette, then left the classroom fully armed.

"Whoo... whoo..."

In the Art Building hallway, gusts of cold air passed through, and the damp atmosphere started to permeate every inch of the space.

Lin Yi glanced at the time; it was already 22:00.

Mao Feiyang followed the stream of art students, strolling down the hallway for five to six minutes, arriving at the spiral staircase in the Art Building Hall, in front of the wooden guiding sign, with the direction to the Observatory clearly marked.

Of course, in that direction, there was also a red-painted "X".

Older students were heading that way, and Mao Feiyang unhesitatingly slipped in to follow.

After another corner, a hundred times colder, eerie aura flooded the hallway, much more than the usual coldness of the Art Building hallway.

If the previous Art Building hallway was reminiscent of European Renaissance culture, stepping into this corridor filled it with the atmosphere of a dilapidated monastery.

Gradually, similar secret pattern symbols found on the Bell Tower's inner walls began to appear on the pillars, but some symbols exuded a blasphemous aura.

Between the pillars, in the niches, were numerous broken sculptures; Lin Yi had never seen so many fragmented sculptures. Some resembled nuns, others were half-human, half-beast figures like the Winged Lion of Ancient Babylon, Sphinx of Ancient Egypt, beast-headed deities, Centaurs of Ancient Greece, and Nǚwā and Fuxi from Ancient Huaxia...

Lin Yi had never seen such a rich variety of broken sculptural elements, and he could distinctly perceive the strong obsession within them.

It was a broken Obsession Sculpture Corridor!