"This is way more useful than a light bulb." Mao Feiyang opened the door and walked to the outer wall of the Art Building.
Around him, countless Nocturnal species, hybrids of hounds and spiders, clung tightly to the outer wall of the Art Building. As they let out low growls, they receded slowly like a tide. In no time, the outer wall was so cold and clear that it seemed like Moss was visible.
But amid the hazy rain, there were still some dirty and eerie things wandering like wraiths over there.
Lin Yi suddenly realized... it was raining.
At that moment, a fine rain was falling from the sky. The Moss on the outer wall of the Art Building emitted a green and ghostly shimmer under the nourishment of the rain, exuding a sinister aura. The originally worn hues of the wall's brick tiles became even deeper, carrying an ancient breath of time that spread immediately.
