Chapter 102 The Lookout

Chapter 102 The Lookout

Chapter 102 The Lookout

Mu Daxian took Mao Feiyang to and fro in the art classroom, allowing Lin Yi to closely observe the graphic carvings on the walls of the art classroom.

This kind of graphic carving actually looks very much like the works carved by ancient people to record certain events or myths and legends. It uses many pictographic symbols that are not from the Chinese system and some extremely abstract and freehand narrative techniques.

The walls of the art classroom are covered with such reliefs. They do not look like they were created by the same person, but they may depict a fundamentally similar story system.

This kind of sculpture is brought to its peak in the background of the central stage, and both relief and sculpture are extremely exaggerated.

The scene seemed like a battle, but it looked like the non-human side had an absolute advantage...

It was like some kind of ancient pilgrimage ritual, with countless people holding weapons or scepters, facing some creature shrouded in clouds.

But the part related to the creature was destroyed, and the remaining carvings left some strange runes, like feathers or scales, which might be related to the creature...

"Could the things recorded on this relief be related to that 'Day of Doom'?" Lin Yi's heart moved slightly, and he had some guesses, but he had no way to prove it.

"The reliefs inside the art classroom are as old as the castle itself. Some teachers even said they were even older than the castle itself. They were dug out from some ruins by the builders of the castle and then moved here."

"There are also some sayings that these reliefs were actually created based on the descriptions in some document that records mysterious legends."

"They may be related to the legends of Mayan civilization, or they may have something to do with Norse mythology. Anyway, there are many interpretations."

"But no matter which one it is, their origins can probably be traced back to the dark ages when human civilization was born."

"If you are interested, you can look in the bookcase to see if there are any related books, but it is best not to go to the teacher with questions."

"Ah? Why?" Mao Feiyang asked in confusion.

Mu Daxian shrugged. "There are two types of art teachers. One type is the one who gives you student commemorative coins and helps you register. They are actually very nice people, and you can choose to trust them in most cases. But they don't like us to explore those mythological stories, and they never tell us anything related to those murals and reliefs."

“They always know something but won’t tell us…They let us take an artistic journey but hide it from us, asking us to discover it ourselves.”

"This teaching method can easily become like the Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palms in martial arts stories, where after being passed down for generations, only the Dragon Subduing Palm is left."

"You've also seen the other type, the art teacher who looked very wrong at the beginning. Some of them are people who have gone astray in their artistic journey. They have big problems with their cognition of themselves and the world, and they talk nonsense all day long... Some of them are not human at all. Anyway, when you meet them, you will instinctively feel a sense of resistance."

"Although they won't treat ordinary art students like you as targets of rejection, I think you are a special case."

"You're lucky. You came here just in time for the anniversary of 'Doomsday'. The bells rung by the Night Watch scared them away. Otherwise, they would have discovered your peculiarity just like me."

"When that time comes, they will definitely keep pestering you, and they won't give up until you become one of their own."

"So when you are alone, you must be extra careful. Of course, you can act with us, but if you want to act with us, you must understand our rules in advance to avoid any unpleasantness."

Mu Daxian talked incessantly, leading Mao Feiyang on a tour of the huge art classroom like a tour guide, and in the blink of an eye it was 12:40.

"That's enough. Do you have anything else you want to ask?" Mu Daxian stopped in an area near the center stage.

Mao Feiyang listened all the way and his already buzzing head became even buzzier. He listened to almost everything Mu Daxian said, but digested very little. He felt like he was following a tour guide to visit a museum.

"You said too much, and I actually don't remember much." Mao Feiyang curled his lips frankly.

Mu Daxian said: "That's normal. The journey of art is a process of reshaping self-cognition. It's enough for you to have a general understanding now. If you don't understand something in the future, just ask me or other classmates."

As he was talking, an art student came over from a distance and greeted Mu Daxian: "Old Mu, do you want to go sketching?"

"Of course, Mao Feiyang, do you want to go with me?" Mu Daxian pointed to the door leading to the observation tower and invited Mao Feiyang, "Let's go to the observation tower over there."

"Go." Mao Feiyang nodded. Mu Daxian said so much, and this was the only thing that overlapped with the rules for art students. Naturally, he would not refuse.

The three of them first took the drawing board and drawing equipment from the tool rack, then carried the equipment into the internal passage of the art classroom and walked towards the observation deck.

Lin Yi stroked his chin, looking at the backs of Mu Daxian and another art student thoughtfully.

It was obvious that Mu Daxian's words were full of strong personal will, especially when he heard that Mao Feiyang was going to the cafeteria to eat, he showed an extremely obvious resistance without any concealment, as if the art student code stipulated that he must go to the cafeteria once every 24 hours, which was a torture for him.

After making sure that he could not convince Mao Feiyang, he stopped saying anything more. Instead, he adjusted his mood and began to guide Mao Feiyang, trying to get him into their camp.

Although the weird art teacher and his gang are indeed very strange, their art students are obviously not "ordinary" art students...

I still remember when Mu Daxian led the art students to compete with the weird art teacher and his group in aura, both sides made him feel uncomfortable, but compared to the strong malice of the weird art teacher, the malice of the art students was obviously much less.

This kind of malice is like when a person faces a wild beast, he can clearly feel the killing intent from the beast, but this is not the case when facing some other wild beasts...

Therefore, he believes that the words of art students cannot be fully trusted.

This is exactly the same as when Xu Shunkang and Xie Huayang warned him not to think.

Whether it was Xu Shunkang, Xie Huayang or Mu Daxian, what they said was based on their own standpoints and then they put themselves in the other party's shoes.

For example, Xu Shunkang thought he was just an ordinary experience student, and gave him a one-size-fits-all advice like "don't think". Even the head teacher said the same thing at the beginning, but what happened later?

When the head teacher realized that his inspiration was different from that of ordinary people, he was very afraid that he would really follow his advice, and said something that agreed with Tian Bufan: "People with high inspiration must think in order to ensure a safe state."

It is obvious that this is also the case with Mu Daxian today. From the perspective of a senior art student, he gave Mao Feiyang, a person who seems to have a high "artistic affinity", a suggestion on "what he thinks Mao Feiyang should do."

But such a suggestion seemed to be contrary to the rules for art students, so much so that Lin Yi thought that Mu Daxian wanted to lure Mao Feiyang to become an art student like him. But, can an art student like Mu Daxian still get the "protection effect" mentioned in the rules for art students?

Lin Yi felt that it was impossible.

Thinking of this, he was extremely worried about Mao Feiyang.

"This guy has fallen into a dangerous situation..."

He felt that the only people he could trust in the art building were himself and the rules, as well as the point clearly stated in the rules: [In class, the art teacher's words are absolutely trustworthy.]

If we use Tian Bufan's game theory as a substitute, Lin Yi believes that Mao Feiyang's start can definitely be described as a hellish + nightmare start.

Others start with the red buff or blue buff, but Mao Feiyang starts with the enemy crystal...he's just short of going to the opposite side to give away the fountain.

But this is not the key point. The key point is that the pollution suffered by Mao Feiyang will be passed on to the remaining few people. It is truly a case of everyone rising together and everyone falling together.

"Maozi, Maozi... Tsk! We must work with Mr. Wada as soon as possible to rescue Maozi from the art building!"

In this dream, Lin Yi has had this thought more than once, and now this thought is becoming stronger and stronger.

Just then, a damp sea breeze blew through the passage, interrupting Lin Yi's thoughts and pulling him back.

He gazed for a moment and found a dark sky at the end of the passage.

The wind seemed to be so strong at the observation tower that the flames on the candlesticks in the passage were shaking.

Lin Yi discovered that there were also some reliefs carved on the walls of the passage. The uneven areas on these reliefs showed some magical shadows under the candlelight. As the candlelight swayed, the reliefs and shadows kept changing alternately, as if some kind of stop-motion animation was being played.

Lin Yi speculated that these murals might have something to do with the books in the bookcase, but he was just a "passerby" and had no way of stopping to watch.

He quickly walked out of the passage against the sea breeze, and followed Mu Daxian and the art student to a platform with a wide view.

As his vision widened, Lin Yi first saw a dark and depressing sky.

Thick clouds covered the sky as if they were fake, shrouding the entire world in darkness. It was clearly noon, but the scene around was no different from night.

Below the clouds was an ocean with no visible bounds. A faint white mist floated above the black tide, with wisps of steam rising like boiling water. The steam gathered between the sea and the sky, forming a terrifying fog.

The fog covered almost the entire ocean, and the art building on the cliff seemed to be the only building in the world on this layer.

There is a sea in front of the art building, and a mountain outside the art building. Beyond the mountains and the sea, there is only the sky, the ocean, and the endless gray fog.

This world is too empty, so empty that it seems extremely fake and even nothingness.

The Art Building seemed to have been plucked out from somewhere and dropped here by a supernatural force.

“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…”

Lin Yi's ears were filled with the whistling sound of the wind, mixed with the sound of waves and the sound of waves washing against the rocks.

Suddenly, he noticed the shadow of some kind of building on the green bricks in front of him. Because the color of the bricks was darker, like the green bricks covered with moss, he didn't see anything at first.

At this time, he turned his head and immediately saw a spire hidden in the darkness.

Gothic architecture often becomes a microcosm of a certain era with its unique architectural style, revealing a strong sense of mysticism.

This spire standing in the sea breeze and mist brings out the mysterious atmosphere to the fullest.

Its sharp top seemed to poke a hole in the sky, and the colorful glass windows on the spire seemed to form some kind of religious pattern. The dim light flowed between the patterns, looking like a mysterious symbol.

Behind the spire, one can vaguely see the outline of a bell tower. There seem to be some shadows of ravens on the bell tower, but Lin Yi, who had experienced this dream for almost an entire night, had a vague feeling that the thing was not a raven, but some kind of strange sculpture.

On the blue-gray brick wall not far from the spire, there were a lot of rough and twisted words graffitied with yellow paint:

【Welcome to the Art Building. 】

This familiar scene instantly brought Lin Yi back to the moment when he returned to the teaching building during the day!

"Finally here!" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this the same hallucination he had when he was looking at the moss and returning to the teaching building after dinner that day? !

"The time point in the dream has caught up with this moment! So next, Maozi should set up his drawing board to sketch, and then have a cross-layered gaze with me at that time!"

Lin Yi was instantly excited. He had a strong expectation for the "hallucination" from Mao Feiyang's perspective. Perhaps there were some clues about the path to travel between the layers hidden in it!
He took a deep breath and focused his attention.

Unfortunately, after searching for a while, he finally found that there seemed to be no pendulum clock on the observation deck. Wouldn't he be able to see the time?

Mao Feiyang also noticed this and couldn't help asking, "Is there no clock here?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Daxian couldn't help but exchange a glance with another art student, who then laughed and said, "It's too windy here. The sea breeze will interfere with the swing of the pendulum clock, affecting the vibration frequency of the pendulum, and thus affecting the accuracy of the time."

“But you don’t have to worry about the time. Although sketching is conducive to artistic cultivation, few people can stay on the observation deck for several hours.”

Thanks to the book friend "Ling Xinxi" for the reward! !
PS: I have a cold... It was very difficult to write this chapter. If the weekend is too hard, I will take a day off. I will let you know in advance, but I will try my best to keep updating. Sorry for the delay in advance Orz...

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