Chapter 1095: Chapter 514: Prospects

Damn!

It’s really bad!

“This time it’s really bad!” Lu Zhao saw the shadow of the Sneering Angel behind Chen Xue becoming much more solid, his heart skipped a beat, feeling as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

The Sneering Angel’s hands slowly unfolded from covering its face, revealing a ghastly sneering visage.

Lu Zhao instantly understood that the call just now came from the Sneering Angel, but… it was too late!

He reacted too late!

No, it wasn’t too late; he shouldn’t have reacted at all, damn it! Really damned!

At the crucial moment, why did he forget the rule “Don’t look back”?

He should, at the very least, only look back under the light!

He let his guard down!

But perhaps… it wasn’t just letting his guard down!

Lu Zhao’s body became cold, and he suddenly realized that maybe it was this all-pervasive eerie sensation constantly infiltrating his will.

The Sneering Angel was coming!

This was the only thought left in Lu Zhao’s mind.

“Go! Head to the dormitory!” Lu Zhao hysterically shouted.

“Old Lu! Old Lu! What’s really going on?!” Jin Jiuyao grabbed Lu Zhao’s hand, loudly voicing his confusion.

Lu Zhao stayed silent, just leading the way forward; when Jin Jiuyao held him back, he turned and glared fiercely at Jin Jiuyao.

Initially, Jin Jiuyao, blurry-faced with rain, seemed to see Lu Zhao’s face become twisted and horrifying, and in shock, he let go of Lu Zhao’s hand, fearfully looking at Chen Bing and Chen Xue.

“Did you… did you see that?”

“See what?” Chen Xue whispered.

Jin Jiuyao fearfully said, “I saw the shadow of the Sneering Angel in Old Lu’s eyes…”

“But… wasn’t he supposed to be the least likely one?”

“How is it impossible… he flipped through the book you brought back…” Chen Xue looked at Jin Jiuyao, “I didn’t see the content, but could the book contain the image of the Sneering Angel?”

[Those who embrace the Angel’s Power will ultimately become the Angel’s Illusion.]

“It’s possible…” Jin Jiuyao uttered in remorse, “I caused Old Lu harm…”

“Go! Move quickly!” Lu Zhao’s urging voice came from the front, “If you don’t go, do you all want to die?”

The three exchanged glances, and Chen Bing whispered, “There’s no other way; if Old Lu shows any abnormal behavior, we’ll bind him and take him with us!”

“Bind him? Just the three of us?” Jin Jiuyao objected.

“Do you have any other solutions?” Chen Bing looked at him.

Jin Jiuyao pursed his lips in silence.

At that moment, Lu Zhao turned around fiercely: “Hurry up! We’ll rest by the next street lamp!”

His hand slowly reached into the backpack, searching for something unknown.

Seeing this, the others became tense and quickly followed.

Chen Xue looked at Lu Zhao’s back, her neck twitching slightly, and she noticed that behind Lu Zhao was also emerging the shadow of a Sneering Angel.

“Old Lu… he definitely has a problem!” Chen Xue murmured.

In a place even Chen Xue hadn’t noticed, her left hand’s five fingers were twitching uncontrollably, as if each finger had its own mind but just not her own.

Just then, a series of chants suddenly permeated through the rain, initially light and ethereal like a distant ocean song, but before they could take a few steps, the sound lowered significantly, soon resembling Mongolian throat-singing.

Amidst the chanting, the sound of shattered cautions resounded endlessly as if thousands of demonic snakes were coiling around the group of four.

The sound of wind, rain, the Graveyard of the Deceased, and the rustling of the Nocturnal species crawling forward, the eerily deep chanting…

Countless sounds intertwined, as if an evil monk was both stroking their heads and chanting ancient songs; that soul-trembling voice made their bodies cold and shiver uncontrollably…

Jin Jiuyao was terrified to find that among the group of four, except for him, the others’ steps were becoming increasingly slow, almost to a halt…

And the surrounding mist was becoming thicker, the eerie white airflow almost becoming substantial, stretching out like countless tendrils from the darkness, violently lashing at their bodies with the storm, leaving ghostly scratch marks on them.

“Sh-sh-sh…”

Figures slowly approached them through the mist, vaguely showing fanatical faces with eerie smiles.

He sensed the horror as fear spread within him, but Lu Zhao, feeling the same environment, didn’t react, merely muttering “Go! Go! Go…” repeatedly, as if only seeing the streetlamp ahead, yet… he remained stationary!

Jin Jiuyao wondered if he was the crazy one, why were Lu Zhao’s actions entirely different from his?

It couldn’t be that he was the only clear-headed one in the whole world; therefore, could it be that he was actually already delusional?

That bizarre state of knowing clearly that one’s will is unclear?

Jin Jiuyao began to doubt himself, but just then, he suddenly stirred up again.

“Since I know I’m clear-minded, then I won’t have issues; it must be Old Lu and the others in trouble!”

“Next, it’s up to me to wake them up!”

“I am Jin Jiuyao! I am Jin Jiuyao, I am Jin Jiuyao… my student number is X0230510006, I am on the cobblestone path of the campus… ahead of me is a streetlamp…”