Lin Yi pressed his lips together and said nothing in response, because he knew things were rarely that simple.
Soon, the wooden sign nailed to a stone pillar at the beginning of the Stone Bridge appeared before him. For a moment, its words left him unable to distinguish dreams from reality-
[Welcome to the Art Building!]
He had only been dazed for a moment before a clanging sound jolted him awake. It came from the tetanus-inducing scrap of iron hanging beneath the sign on a rusted chain.
The iron plate bore the Art Building's notice.
Lao Mo did not stop, leading Lin Yi straight onto the Stone Bridge.
Through the dense rain and ghostly white fog, Lin Yi could still see the vault supported by enormous stone pillars at the far end of the Stone Bridge, and beyond it, the outline of the Art Building disappearing into the depths of the storm and mist.
Within that outline, he could also vaguely make out a Clock Tower and numerous lookout towers resembling watchtowers. Ancient buildings interlocked with heavy stone walls, their sinister atmosphere enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
Dim yellow candlelight flickered through the glass. This sole warm color looked particularly eerie and frightening amid the dark downpour.
Walking across the Stone Bridge in the storm with two strings of Big Eyeballs, Lao Mo and Lin Yi looked like an adventurer and his apprentice playing Temple Run, advancing step by step.
Purebred Night-Walking Species crawled all around them. These creatures craved supernatural power even more fervently than the Impersonator Sculptures, but they also feared light more. They dared not approach the field formed by the light at all, just as ice and snow could never face the sun directly.
They huddled at the edges and followed furtively, their