As soon as he finished speaking, his aura rapidly withdrew inward. He really did seem like a rookie Dorm Supervisor, gingerly carrying the Old Kerosene Lamp.
Mao Feiyang, meanwhile, paid even closer attention to detail. He lowered his head meekly, his dark, skinny body trembling like a half-drowned monkey freshly fished out of the water.
He looked exactly as he had when he lost his way on the night of May 6.
"Hiss... what?" Lin Yi was stunned by their incredible acting, especially Mao Feiyang's performance, which did not look like acting at all-but he knew perfectly well that it was!
Damn, every one of these guys deserves an Oscar!
Lin Yi gritted his teeth and looked outside the Elevator.
Over the black-and-white tiles wreathed in faint mist, a figure approached the Elevator to the sound of footsteps: "Tap... tap... tap... tap..."
This was an exceptionally burly middle-aged man, who really did seem cast from the same mold as the Night Watchman. He wore a tattered, ink-black trench coat, its ragged tails resembling a bat.
For a fleeting moment, Lin Yi seemed to see layer upon layer of Mystical Rune shackles surrounding him. The intricate runes intertwined holiness and evil, exuding a hint of Occult Scriptures amid their sanctity. He gave Lin Yi the impression of a being who had transformed from a "vampire" into a "Vampire Hunter."
A sentence suddenly sprang into Lin Yi's mind:
[The Dragon-Slaying boy ultimately became an evil dragon; the evil dragon who survived to the end became the Savior.]
"Huff... huff... huff..."
The man's breathing was extremely heavy, with a long, rolling sound trailing after each breath, like the noise some ancient beast would make only when whispering.
Suddenly, Lin Yi's gaze sharpened. Through the swaying, tattered coat tails, he had spotted an identification