"Scrape, scrape, scrape... scrape, scrape, scrape..."
From the darkness came the sound of stone scraping against uneven ground, sending chills down their spines and raising goosebumps all over their bodies.
The already frightened Art Student newcomers grew even more afraid. The flickering candlelight also made the previously adequate pools of light suddenly seem miserly. Many of the newcomers began fighting over the illuminated areas, stepping on patches of light as they advanced as though playing a game of stepping on shadows.
Almost all the Art Student newcomers began shoving one another. Some newcomers at the back refused to accept their positions and tugged at the clothes of those ahead, trying to get farther forward.
Amid the shoving, someone staggered toward Mao Feiyang and reached for him, seemingly intending to push him out of the light and take his place.
"Eww!" Mao Feiyang frowned in disgust. As he sidestepped, he even remembered to stick out a foot to trip the fellow, with all his usual obnoxiousness. "What are you doing?"
"I..." With his intentions exposed, the fellow glared angrily at Mao Feiyang. Then, failing to watch his step, he tripped over Mao Feiyang's foot and fell straight into the darkness.
"Tch!" Mao Feiyang scoffed disdainfully under his breath and hurried farther forward with the group ahead.
Watching Mao Feiyang's little maneuver, Lin Yi could not help looking somewhat impressed. His quick response had been calm and seasoned, as though an exceedingly ruthless, cunning old fox lurked beneath his dark, scrawny exterior.
Lin Yi suddenly realized that Young Master Tian had been right. An obnoxious bastard like Maozi would never get the short end of the stick, wherever he went.
Before long, Yan Jinming caught up. The moment he saw that some newcomers were missing, he became frantic.
"Xiao Mao, you'd better