"What?" Mao Feiyang froze. Mu Daxian seemed to have muttered some gibberish just now. Beyond its strange pronunciation, he hadn't understood a single word. Something about "Dah-sen" and "ta-bee-luh-ma-duh"...
Lin Yi was equally stunned.
Unlike Mao Feiyang, who knew nothing, the moment Lin Yi heard those words, he felt some powerful force penetrate the void and descend over him and Mao Feiyang like a glass dome, cutting off his blind, foolish curiosity about the Concept-Level Sculpture.
"Th-this language...?!"
Lin Yi's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his pupils trembled violently. Those obscure syllables, that bizarre cadence-he had heard them from the far shore of the Ocean during the many Layer Drops that had left him dazed and muddled!
He had also heard them from the mouths of the Occult Scriptures Choir!
But whether those sounds had come on the sea wind or from the mouths of the Occult Scriptures Choir, they had carried a pure, ruinous malice, countless twisted negative emotions tangled together, and an intense summons that reached deep into the heart.
Coming from Mu Daxian's mouth, however, they had a different flavor. They were eerie, certainly, but held little evil, only that heart-shaking sensation, like marching drums, deafening as thunder, leaving a person unsteady on their feet yet mentally invigorated.
This Mu Daxian... did he hold several jobs before? Not just a Dorm Supervisor, but a fucking member of the Occult Scriptures Choir too?!
Mu Daxian glanced at him. "An admonition from the Night Watchman Iron Laws. With the reinforcement of absolute will, reciting it can effectively resist mental contamination."
Lin Yi: "???"
Wait... Lin Yi suspected he had misheard.
What did Mu Daxian just say?
The Night Watchman Iron Laws.
What the hell was that?!
*It sounded like a kind of Rules, but iron laws... that felt a whole