Chapter 660 I have been preparing for a long time
Hence [The astrologer’s writing...] "High-level alien angel" whispered, and suddenly became furious, [...are you worthy of using it? ! Get off here! 】
The movements of the stars around the stone bridge were distorted and disappeared in an instant. A vast power that could not be easily described restrained Kuai Hongji, dragging him down from the star map and hitting him heavily on the stone bridge.
Immediately afterwards, tendrils of flesh pierced through the mist like spears. Without giving him a chance to resist, they penetrated his body and nailed him to the stone bridge.
【Do you think...in front of us, you have the opportunity to borrow the power of the stars? ! 】
The tendrils of flesh squirmed, binding Kuai Hongji into a cocoon-like rat cage, and slowly lifted it up.
【I know what you are capable of... I will not let you mark the stars, nor will I tear your body apart and let you wait for an opportunity to escape...】
【I will bind you like this and keep you a little bit longer. Devouring and absorbing, I will digest all of you and occupy everything in you...]
【Hahahaha...】
【After countless years...I finally...I finally caught you! Although - only part of it! ! ! 】
The "high-level alien angel" smiled wildly, two sections of the mountain range trembled "shushing", and countless flesh limbs seemed to be grinning with their mouths wide open.
It slowly gnawed at Kuai Hongji's body, but did not notice at all that the old kerosene lamp placed on the stone bridge by Kuai Hongji was rolling continuously on the twisted bridge toward the hall of the Art Building...
In fact, it would not notice a lamp at all, especially on this bridge where many candles were burning.
Kuai Hongji was constantly absorbing power by the "high-level alien angel". As time passed, his body began to appear a pale color that was not human, like an old plaster sculpture.
Gradually, secret lines began to appear one after another around his body. These secret lines were as complicated as the stars on a summer night and the lake surface blown by the breeze, but they made the "High-Level Alien Angel" laugh out loud:
【The secret pattern of the stars! OK! OK! ! 】
【I never thought I could squeeze it out of you in this way! 】
【Hand it over... then hand it all over! 】
【The right should be the interest you owe! ! 】
There are more and more secret patterns flying out of Kuai Hongji's body, and he himself is constantly shaking off countless powder fragments like an aging wall...
In the end, in the "High-level Alien Angel" "Amidst the laughter, his body quietly collapsed and turned into stones and fell heavily on the bridge...
"Tuk, dun, duk, duk..."
Among the complicated secret patterns, four stone balls fell to the bridge.
【? 】
The "high-level alien angel" vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn't say what it was.
At the same time, the remaining secret patterns continue to connect with each other, forming a strange matrix like a web.
When the matrix was formed, a bolt of lightning suddenly broke through the dark sky, and with a "bang", the whole world turned into a pale white world.
Then, a jet-black beam of light suddenly shot out from the other side of the cliff, as if it was deliberately guided, and hit the "high-level alien angel" unbiasedly!
【This..."Mingzhao"? ! 】
The "High-Level Alien Angel" let out a horrified fury. The mountain-like huge body was shaking like an old pine tree being collided. Countless flesh limbs on its body were trembling, and those flesh limbs closest to the secret pattern were all burned to ashes by the black light beam!
It looked angrily at the source of the light beam - "Night Watch-03" on the edge of the cliff, but it couldn't figure out what was going on!
It looked at Kuai Hongji on the stone bridge, but Kuai Hongji was nowhere to be found here. In the violent storm, on the damaged bridge of the stone bridge, only four feather pupils were swaying "like bones" under the wind and rain.
The water curtain flows across the surface of Yutong, as if it is making a silent mockery.
These four feather pupils are just like the essence of the four smiling angels that Kuai Hongji slaughtered in the teaching building.
Yinbi does not do useless work.
These four feather pupils are now being used to their maximum effect.
【Yu Tong...? Golden cicada escapes from its shell? 】
【Damn...damn! ! ]
In just one night, the "High-Level Alien Angel" was hit once by the giant quantum clock "Temple" and the ancient blue lantern "Mingzhao" when Lin Yi's will was leaping. Now it was hit by a black light of "Mingzhao" from a matrix of Kuai Hongji. It was defeated twice. It was so angry that it couldn't help but get angry once, and then disappeared into the layer in despair.
The closer it gets to reality, the weaker its power becomes. In this place, it is still very wary of the power of the "Night Watcher", unlike the "Starry Moon Night" layer, where Lin Yi can penetrate Tian Bufan's will unscrupulously.
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Art Building, cliff.
"Night Watch-03" glanced at the ancient green lantern "Mingzhao" in his hand in confusion, and then glanced at the stone bridge.
"How could...a flash of light suddenly pass by?"
He reached out and touched the ancient blue lantern "Mingzhao".
"There is no loss of power...?"
The originally strange phenomenon seems to have become even stranger at this moment...
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May 12, 2023, 1:02, Art Building, side of the stone bridge arch.
The old kerosene lamp rolled out of the stone bridge. In the black and gray mist, Kuai Hongji's figure slowly emerged.
If you look carefully, you will find that his palm has never left the old kerosene lamp.
The four feather pupils not only became substitutes for the aura attached to his body, they were also carved into a lightning matrix by him, which he used to invite "high-level alien angels" to a barbecue.
After passing the cloister, he quickly came to the lobby of the art building.
Today, there are also many art students sitting in the hall. Just as Lin Yi saw at the beginning, these art students are sitting quietly in front of the drawing board, but their wills are already fighting among the layers.
Kuai Hongji did not disturb them. In fact, he did not even look at them at all.
As soon as he entered the lobby of the art building, his attention was completely attracted by the World Tree artwork "Born to Death".
He bypassed the art students and slowly came to the World Tree.
…
After a period of silence, his gloomy eyes rarely revealed a trace of other emotions, which were very complicated, as if he was reminiscing about something, missing something, and thinking about something.
He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the huge platform in front of the World Tree, and then slowly rubbed the stone platform with his palm, as if he was feeling something extraordinary.
After a moment, he let go of his hand, and then continued to move, arriving at the road sign nailed with wooden stakes.
"Still hasn't changed at all..."
He muttered, checked the direction of the observatory, then moved his eyes slightly and saw the Obsession Sculpture Corridor.
After thinking for a while, Kuai Hongji glanced at the pendulum clock in the lobby of the Art Building. After confirming the time, he walked to the Obsession Sculpture Corridor.
The Obsession Sculpture Cloister is located between two huge columns. The columns are full of sculpture styles of Western architecture, while the cloister is full of various painful sculptures with strange shapes.
Just as he approached the Obsession Sculpture Corridor, an intermittent low groan, full of pain and persistence, floated in the Obsession Sculpture Corridor like floating cotton wool, surrounding him as he approached.
Even an art teacher may not be able to listen to such a sound lightly, but Kuai Hongji accepted it without changing his expression.
The obsession sculptures moved lifelike among the floating light and shadows, like the torturers walking down the ancient stone walls, assuming the posture of giants and slowly moving in front of Kuai Hongji.
May 12, 2023, 1:16, Kuai Hongji was holding an old kerosene lamp. Outside the orange haze, the obsession sculptures exuded the smell of cult, as if they had returned from hell. It seemed that the next moment, Kuai Hongji would be smashed by the fist of the obsession sculpture.
Facing these obsessive sculptures, Kuai Hongji's face only had a look of gloom and indifference as always. He waved his hands slightly, as if pushing away the floating clouds in front of him, to disperse the strange atmosphere in the corridor of obsession sculptures.
At the same time, secret lines that resembled the paths of stars floated out of his hands like flying flowers, and were carved on the wall of the Obsession Sculpture Corridor that was full of traces of knives and axes.
"There's no point in always playing tricks... The war is about to begin, you should also use some of your residual energy."
As the secret pattern was carved, the originally restless obsession sculpture gradually calmed down, and then slowly returned to its position, and soon returned to calm.
After arranging the secret patterns, Kuai Hongji turned around and left the Obsession Sculpture Corridor.
However, he did not immediately set off to meet Mao Feiyang at the observatory. Firstly, at this point, Mao Feiyang had not returned from the "Principal's Office". Secondly, he had another mission - a "side mission" that he performed.
He turned into a certain corridor in the art building with familiarity, and then kept moving.
Not long after, he arrived in front of the gallery.
Without any sign of obeying the rules or showing any hesitation, Kuai Hongji carried an old kerosene lamp and stepped into the gallery.
There was a gloomy mist rolling in the gallery. As soon as he entered, all the candlelights in the gallery began to flicker, as if they were extremely unwelcome to his arrival.
It is difficult to judge whether the gallery does not welcome "the "housekeeper" carrying an old kerosene lamp" or whether it does not welcome... "Kuai Hongji".
Kuai Hongji turned a blind eye to this and just kept moving forward. Finally, he stopped in front of an oil painting.
This painting depicts a deserted cemetery. The tombstones in the cemetery are tilted here and there. The sky is blood red, and the dark clouds are like devil's claws, as if they are trying to tear open the painting and rush out.
In front of the painting, the fog became thicker and seemed to form the outline of a human figure.
Kuai Hongji looked at the painting and slowly said: "Good news, the principal will come back eventually, and you don't need to take that step."
After a while, the outline of the human figure became much more real, turning into a thin figure that was somewhat similar to Kuai Hongji but very capable, but overall it was still looming as the mist floated.
The figure was silent for a long time before speaking: "I have been preparing for a long time."
Kuai Hongji narrowed his eyes and said tentatively: "It seems... this good news has deteriorated? Or has your mind changed?"
"The biggest beneficiary of the principal's return is you." "When the principal comes back safely, I don't need to go up. I can continue to live, continue to observe and feel the world in the dark, learn and grow..."
"I can continue to guard the outside and inside of the campus with him like a shadow..."
"But!"
The voice of the figure suddenly rose a few degrees.
"But... I have been preparing for this day for a long time."
The voice then turned down half the pitch.
"It's really... a long, long time."
As the mist floated, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at Kuai Hongji, eyes full of persistence and... madness.
"Shadow, after standing in the dark for a long time, will also hope that one day he can really take a look at the sun."
"I also want to... look up at the sun, even... just once. Okay.”
Kuai Hongji narrowed his eyelids and looked at him slowly: "No matter...to be wiped out in ashes?"
"Not to be hesitated! To be wiped out in ashes!" The figure nodded affirmatively.
Kuai Hongji looked at him without saying a word.
He also looked at Kuai Hongji firmly and said nothing.
The air seemed to be still when our eyes met.
"You gave the Obsessive Sculpture Corridor a chance." The figure said in a voice. It had actually felt Kuai Hongji's attitude, but it still wanted to fight for it one last time.
But Kuai Hongji remained silent, and from the outside, it looked more like he was holding an old kerosene lamp and looking at the painting carefully.
long time.
He spoke slowly: "You're right."
"Hmm?!" The figure moved, and even the mist started to drift.
"Since it was you who made the decision... then, on behalf of us, I respect your decision."
"The principal will not come back right away...and you will also have this opportunity to feel the authority of the "principal". "Kuai Hongji paused, "...take good care of it."
"Thank you..." the figure said solemnly.
"It's useless to thank me, as long as you have a clear conscience." Kuai Hongji said and walked deeper into the gallery without looking back.
‘‘With a clear conscience…’?” The figure stared at Kuai Hongji’s back. After a long time, he slowly disappeared.
In the shadow somewhere in the gallery, a little girl holding a music box in her hand was already silently watching everything happening here.
(End of this chapter)