Chapter 391: The lobby of the Art Building is on the verge of collapse!

Chapter 391: The lobby of the Art Building is on the verge of collapse!

Chapter 391: The lobby of the Art Building is on the verge of collapse! (Additional 500 words)
Seeing the fog gradually eating away at the limited space in the cabin, Lin Yi adjusted his breathing to keep himself as calm as possible. Then his brain worked quickly, retrieving all the details like a human computer.

"'state'!"

If he wants to answer the question, he must solve the stem of the question. If he wants to save himself, he must understand the stem of the question clearly - that is, his current situation!
"The old kerosene lamp is in my hand, and time is flowing at a normal speed. All this shows that I am not dreaming and am still in reality..."

"But the gallery is distorted and stretched, and the surrounding environment is obviously wrong... Obviously it is not very accurate in reality..."

"Is there a state where I am both in reality and not in reality...?"

It seems... it really exists.

“‘My World’?!”

Lin Yi reacted suddenly, and at a certain moment, his consciousness left his body!
He had seen the little girl appear not far away from him many times, it must be that moment!

His consciousness left his body, and he instinctively pulled his consciousness back into his body. After repeating this many times, he saw the scene of the little girl many times!
It's not that the gallery is endless, but that he is trapped in a limited distance!
It is very simple to verify this hypothesis!
"go back!"

Lin Yi thought for a moment: if he could go back, it would mean that his answer was correct. If he couldn't go back, he would continue solving the problem!
As expected, the environment that was originally slowly changing suddenly solidified, and then the thick fog began to retreat, and the speed became faster and faster. In the end, it was like a table of food that was originally being eaten well, but suddenly someone grabbed the tablecloth and tore it off.

His vision then became blurred, and then he felt the location of his real body.

He looked back and saw his real body running and having its bones and flesh scraped off at the origin point.

However, the speed of the current body has slowed down a lot, almost to the point of standing still.

With a "whoosh", as if a gentle breeze was blowing, Lin Yi regained consciousness, and without saying a word, he immediately started running.

This time, he didn't run for long before he saw the end of the gallery.

[Lin Yi ah... Lin Yi...]

The calling voice sounded faintly behind him, as if it was not going to let him go, but it could not change the fact that he was about to escape from the gallery.

He charged forward holding an old kerosene lamp, like a school bus moving through the fog with its headlights on.

The end of the gallery is getting closer and closer, and finally——

"boom--"

He rushed out of the gallery!

He glanced down at his watch.

3: 32.

He remembered that he entered the gallery at 3:14, which meant that it took him 18 minutes to walk out of the gallery.

The last time, he followed Lao Mo through the gallery, and it took him 16 minutes...

The gap is 2 minutes, which is actually not bad.

Lin Yi knew that these two minutes were spent on deciphering the secret pattern, sawing off his arm, and escaping from "my world".

He glanced at the gallery sign and ran in the opposite direction.

The road ahead should be smooth with the old kerosene lamp by his side. All he has to do is run all the way out of the art building, cross the stone bridge to the observation deck, and then take the elevator back to the campus.

The wind was very strong in the corridor, causing the already dim candlelight to linger on the edge of extinction. Thick fog flowed in the air like fine sand, and where it overlapped, it looked like human faces and figures, looking at Lin Yi suddenly as the light and shadow changed.

And ever since he appeared, there have been some rustling sounds around him...

Apparently, those hound-like nocturnal creatures were gathering here following the scent.

In the shadow of the corridor, countless nocturnal species were lurking on the walls and ceiling like groups of bats. They made low roars and stared at Lin Yi with murderous eyes.

Some of them landed lightly on the ground, walked cautiously, and followed behind Lin Yi, hiding in his shadow, making a rustling sound.

Lin Yi knew everything. When Lao Mo took him away before, he was safe because he had the big eyeballs as lanterns. On this floor, the light of the old kerosene lamp provided a safe state, thus satisfying the rule in the "Art Student Building Rules" to "make sure you are under at least one light source when moving."

After walking a few steps, Lin Yi seemed to have a premonition of something. He stopped, moved the stone box that was causing some discomfort on the inside of his thigh, and then continued running.

At the same time, in the shadows behind him, the eerie laughing angels slowly emerged and began to hover around him as usual, greedily sucking the breath from his body.

And his arm recovered as it was before because he was no longer suppressing it.

It is worth mentioning that after the arm recovered, there was no secret pattern scar, but Lin Yi could still feel the burning sensation.

He knew that the secret pattern had been carved there, but it could not be seen with the naked eye.

But fortunately, he has left the gallery, and the penetration of the "Master of the Mage" into the layers does not seem to have exceeded the scope of the gallery.

Walking along the corridor, Lin Yi soon saw the dim light of the lobby of the Art Building. His brows lit up with joy and he quickened his pace and rushed over.

"call--"

As he approached the lobby of the Art Building, the wind duct effect began to appear. Strong winds seemed to rage in the hall, and those that rushed out made it difficult for him to move.

He knew that this was the last hurdle before reaching the lobby of the Art Building.

Based on my experience here, this level is not difficult.

He walked forward against the strong wind. The clothes exposed outside his torn and tattered school uniform could not shield him from much moisture. He was like a person exposed to a spray shower. His body was soaked in an instant.

After his body was soaked, a strange feeling followed. The water vapor began to penetrate his skin, like countless man-eating ants landing on his skin, slowly gnawing at his skin, and gradually seeping into his flesh and blood. For a moment, he was attacked from all sides, and his whole body began to itch and hurt.

He gritted his teeth, but had no time to care about his situation.

The sky-blue aura repaired his body and directly counteracted the erosion of the water vapor, causing his body to be constantly in a state of being decomposed and regenerated... "living towards death".

"Water vapor?"

"Why is there water vapor?!"

His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart like a strange fog. "Shit... Could the lobby of the art building have fallen?"

He rushed to the lobby of the art building against the wind pressure caused by the duct effect, like an Inuit struggling to move forward in a snowstorm.

“No, please don’t!!”

If the lobby of the Art Building was breached by the Night Creatures, wouldn't the Russians be in danger? !

And there will be big problems on his way back!
Now he can only hope that the art students can survive.

The closer he got to the exit of the corridor, the harder it was for him to walk because of the strong wind. His eardrums were swollen by the backwind and almost bled. His face was distorted, as if the wind didn't want him to reach the hall.

He held up the old kerosene lamp, and the dim light was like a giant axe that broke through the fog and storm.

He rushed out of the exit and arrived at the art student hall.

Everything was normal in the hall for art students. There was no wind, no people, and no sign of a catastrophe. It was so normal that it felt weird.

"Not this floor!" Lin Yi felt a little relieved. This scene in the lobby of the Art Building showed that the art students' overwriting was still there, so they were still fighting against pollution.

So he decisively returned to the corridor and walked towards the hall again.

He must face this invasion head-on, or at least determine the disaster level of the invasion. If it will pose a threat to the Russians, then he must think of a solution.

After all, Mu Daxian is not Maozi's bodyguard, and no one in the entire art floor will take care of Maozi alone.

Almost all the people in their dormitory share the pollution brought by the supernatural power, so given the depth of his current pollution, Maozi will definitely be the one to be diverted.

He couldn't imagine what Maozi would look like after being targeted by the hound-like nocturnal creatures and the laughing angels, not to mention the high probability of encountering a "magician" after approaching the gallery...

Alleviating the crisis in the lobby of the Art Building could at least effectively reduce the probability of the Laughing Angel appearing in the Art Building. This was the only thing he could do for Maozi before he left.

With this thought in mind, he broke through the art students' overlay and saw what the lobby of the art building really looked like under the overlay!
The broken wound on the dome of the Art Building Hall had indeed grown larger, as if it had been hit by a giant's mace. The huge crack was like a desperate mouth, opening towards the dark sky.

The strong wind and heavy rain rushed in madly from the broken place like surging bullets, crackling and covering the entire hall indiscriminately. The artistic chandelier under the dome was swayed by the strong wind, and collided in the air like a fragile toy, making a "ding-dong" sound.

Papers fluttered all over the air, like white ghosts struggling desperately, and then were soaked by the rain, sticking to the walls, candlesticks or the ground, leaving mottled marks.

A large number of smiling angels were flying wildly in the hall, absorbing the green aura emanating from the art students. Several of them were already showing signs of being petrified.

In this hall that had been ravaged by the storm, despair was like a thick black fog that tightly wrapped around everyone. The art students' clothes had long been soaked and stuck tightly to their bodies. Their hair was messy from the rain, and strands of it stuck to their pale cheeks, but their eyes still burned with an unyielding fire.

Some art students had their foreheads scratched by the fallen chandelier fragments, and blood mixed with water vapor flowed down their cheeks. Because of the extreme environment, their bodies began to tremble constantly and their teeth were chattering, but they still held their paintbrushes tightly.

Facing the empty drawing board, his whole body was shaking, except for his arm that was holding the paintbrush, which was as taut as a bow.

Several girls supported each other and stood up. Their hair was stuck to their faces by the rain and their bodies were beginning to be eroded by the water vapor, but they didn't care about that. Their fingers moved swiftly on the empty canvas, their eyes focused and fervent. Some students whose bodies were already broken picked up the drawing boards and guarded them, trying their best to weaken the impact of the storm on them.

Those art students who fell out of the overwriting state were exhausted, but their bodies still had strength, so they picked up the scattered drawing boards and relieved the pressure for other students.

Some students gritted their teeth and moved step by step against the strong wind to fix the drawing board. They worked together to stabilize the board and used their bodies to resist the continuous influx of wind and rain. Although every muscle of theirs was trembling, they did not give up, and their trembling lips seemed to be shouting encouragement such as "Don't give up".

These art students stick to their positions, and under the doomsday-like storm and gray fog, they use their actions to interpret the spirit of never giving up, just like the candlelight in every corridor of the Art Building, which, although weak, strives to bloom every ray of light on the edge of being extinguished.

"Rumble--"

Suddenly, a thunder sounded and lightning tore through the night sky. The entire hall was briefly illuminated as an exposed world outlined by white lines. At that moment, Lin Yi seemed to see the secret patterns carved on the wall, the constantly wriggling flesh murals, and the "obsession sculpture" in the corner.

The thunder was like the drums of doom, and every sound struck heavily on the hearts of the art students. The whole hall was filled with a dark and depressing atmosphere, and they were only supported on the edge of collapse by their indestructible will.

Once the art students are overwhelmed, endless despair will flood the hall of the art building like a tide!

With the fall of the lobby of the Art Building, the balance that had already tilted towards the gray fog invaders will tilt even more. Once the balance is completely unbalanced, the butterfly effect will send a violent storm to the entire world!

[Howl——]

At this moment, the hissing sound of the laughing angel suddenly caught his attention.

Lin Yi suddenly remembered that he was so busy walking and observing the environment of the lobby of the Art Building that he almost ignored the group of smiling angels hiding in his shadow!

As soon as he left the gallery, these smiling angels emerged from his shadow because of the disappearance of the little girl. However, because he had already consumed a lot of energy resisting the wind duct effect and the erosion of rain, he subconsciously ignored the sucking from these blood-sucking worms. Only now was he reminded by them.

As the Laughing Angel called out, all the Laughing Angels in the lobby of the Art Building noticed Lin Yi who had just appeared. Their eyes with floating golden light suddenly curved, as if they had seen the most delicious food.

And a large number of eerily laughing angels seemed to have received the signal. They appeared in the dark sky outside the dome, and began to pass through the broken windows, rushing towards Lin Yi.

"Okay, okay!"

Faced with such a huge tide of smiling angels, a layer of sweat appeared on Lin Yi's forehead, but his eyes also became fanatical.

If he were somewhere else, he would really just have to wait for death, but don't forget that this is the lobby of the Art Building - the lobby of the Art Building is known as the first line of defense of the Art Building!
He spread his legs and rushed to the dark corner that even art students themselves dared not approach - the corridor with a large number of "obsession sculptures".

The lobby of the Art Building is known as the first line of defense of the Art Building, but it does not rely solely on art students.

After all, art students can only play a few games, and their limit is to defend their home when the wind is against them. But now it is a crystal brawl, and the health of the home is dropping little by little, and it is impossible to defend it.

Therefore, the rest depends on the "Obsession Sculpture" and the Flesh Mural. Unfortunately, the attack range of the "Obsession Sculpture" and the Flesh Mural is really limited. If you don't lure the monster over, you can only treat it as a passive skill.

And the art students are not good enough to attract hatred. Just like Lao Mo said, under the invasion of gray fog, king fights against king, general fights against general, and every bit of the art students' combat power resources must be used to the best effect, and they even want to break one bit of combat power into pieces.

Under such circumstances, it is not easy to gather a group of art students who can go into battle. After all... more art students are used to fill other areas and intercept fanatics.

And now, Lin Yi himself is undoubtedly the best piece of meat!

As he rushed forward, swarms of smiling angels followed him.

Even though disaster was imminent, Lin Yi's eyes were filled with enthusiasm. At this moment, he looked just like the guy waving a kitchen knife and running away crazily in the dragon's nest. He even excitedly shouted out the classic line in his heart -

"I am——the Train King!!!"

(End of this chapter)