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Chapter 159 Imprisoning the Nun

"Shh~"

Lin Yan turned her head and made a shushing gesture to Ajiu.

Although Ajiu didn't understand, seeing Lin Yan's serious expression, she obediently covered her mouth.

The two walked stealthily, like thieves.

They traversed the abandoned assembly line, cautiously making their way deeper into the heavy machinery factory.

The further they went in, the more oppressive the air became. Lin Yan even began to feel a bit like Sun Wukong carrying Red Boy on his back.

Lin Yan stood in front of an iron gate; the factory was just inside.

I overheard a nun mention it in a group chat; this is the core area of ​​the heavy machinery factory.

He didn't push the door open immediately, but instead keenly noticed something unusual seeping through the crack in the door.

There was no light or smell on the other side of the door.

This door acts like a barrier, even covering the gaps, completely separating the inside from the outside.

Lin Yan tried pushing the iron gate, and to his surprise, it opened easily.

But this only made him more vigilant.

Perhaps because there was no sound, the iron gate was pushed open with exceptional smoothness.

When the door was fully opened, all that could be seen was darkness. There were no lights on, only a few pale beams of moonlight leaking down from the factory ceiling.

Soon, the scene under the moonlight made Lin Yan's palms tighten.

The ground was a mess, littered with iron discs, iron bars, and iron slag.

Lin Yan could barely make out that some of them were oil drums, but the rest were a bit hard to guess, as they were all crumpled up in a ball.

Among this pile of scrap metal, he saw several items that still retained their original shapes.

Half a chainsaw handle, probably from a guitar, and several smashed speaker cabinets.

Those belong to the nuns.

Ajiu tugged at Lin Yan's clothes and pointed to the air.

Lin Yan's gaze moved upwards little by little, finally settling on the gear wall deep inside the factory.

Grass----

under the moonlight.

On the gear wall is a large gear that has rusted, and the rust marks look like a human face.

The nun was nailed to the center of this face's forehead.

Countless gray-white seals were wrapped around her body, layer upon layer.

Like a shroud, wrap it up slowly and patiently, circle after circle.

Lin Yan remembered that the nun had a habit of painting corpses with body paint, that is, corpse faces.

He once tried to probe her, asking her why, and she said that people who play with black metal all draw it.

Nowadays, body painting truly evokes the feeling of death.

The seal was pressed into her leather jacket, around her face, and the body paint was deformed by the pressure, with paint piling up at the marks.

A strip of tape ran across her throat, leaving a strange indentation.

The nun did not struggle, or rather, she was unable to struggle.

Her mouth was sealed shut, with several strips of seal intersecting and wrapping around it, and you could barely see a few drops of blood seeping from the edges.

Only her eyes are still alive.

Blood vessels were everywhere, yet he still stared intently at the air above the factory.

Her eyes were filled with humiliation, anger, and the madness of being deprived of her voice—the only thing she could still move.

Lin Yan followed her gaze.

A gray phantom hung in mid-air.

Huge, blurry, without facial features.

Only the outline of a long robe and a tall hat could be vaguely seen.

The thing was holding a square piece of wood in its hand, like an ancient gavel.

The seals hung down from its robe, one after another, endlessly, inexhaustibly.

Just like outside, there was no sound inside the factory.

The phantom hovered there, devoid of any sign of life.

Lin Yan felt that it was not grotesque; it was neither angry nor manic, nor bloodthirsty.

It was just there, like a rule that should be taken for granted.

Smother everything in the space that could make a sound.

He quickly pieced together the clues in his mind, and a guess gradually took shape in Lin Yan's mind.

This thing is in the voice of judgment.

It detests all noise; it wants to bury this grotesque, heretical phenomenon rooted in heavy metal electronic music, completely.

Lin Yan did not rashly step into the central area illuminated by the moonlight.

He huddled close to the edge of the factory, hiding in the shadows, his gaze shifting.

In this space where even breathing is taken away, I want to save the nun—

Choosing to fight head-on is no different from suicide.

We need to figure out what the rules are for judging this godforsaken place.

Lin Yan turned his head and made a gesture to Ajiu behind him.

Although Ajiu lacked common sense, under Lin Yan's influence, she obediently hunched her shoulders and didn't move around.

Objectively speaking, this is indeed more interesting than watching SpongeBob SquarePants.

The two of them slowly made their way up the iron frame to the second floor, where there was a row of suspended offices.

Standing high allows you to see far; from there, you can overlook the entire factory and perhaps find clues to break the deadlock.

However, as soon as Lin Yan stepped onto the iron staircase leading to the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

Ah Jiu bumped into it headfirst, then rubbed her head in grievance.

He discovered that, starting from the middle of the staircase, the entire passageway was sealed off with a dense array of sealing strips.

These seals are like a spider web, tangled together in a chaotic mess.

I couldn't see it clearly from down there, but now that I'm closer, I can see that the seal is covered with writing.

For some reason, even though Lin Yan couldn't understand what it was, he had a feeling that it must be a scripture used to suppress evil spirits.

How could such a bizarre scripture be used to suppress evil spirits?

Lin Yan secretly made a note of it, thinking that he would ask Chu Chu when he got back, or check the information at the bureau.

Let's address the immediate problem first.

This is definitely not an ordinary seal.

Lin Yan could sense that the aura of rules on these seals was the same as that of the phantom in mid-air.

He didn't know what would happen if he encountered these things, but the deaths of the advance team members outside made him afraid to gamble that he would be fine if he touched them.

Should we return it?

Lin Yan looked down at the empty factory buildings.

The moonlight had shifted at some point, and the shadow beneath had vanished.

On flat ground, with no cover whatsoever, he would become an easy target the moment he peeked out.

Only by getting through this sealed-off area and into the office can one find a glimmer of hope.

This is a dead end for most people, and even if Chen Feng came, he might not be able to come out on top.

To avoid disturbing that mysterious and bizarre creature as it passes through here, one cannot use spiritual power.

Any fluctuation of spiritual energy could trigger these seals.

But Lin Yan's lips curled up at this moment, as if he had guessed the key question in an exam.

There is no lock in this world that cannot be unlocked—as long as the key in your hand is special enough.

He turned his head and looked at Ajiu behind him.

"Ah Jiu".

Lin Yan's lip reading was too abstract; one could only pray that A Jiu could understand it.

"Watch my movements, and you'll follow me in a moment."

Ajiu blinked blankly, unsure if she understood, but she still nodded.

Lin Yan took a deep breath and fully activated his Prison Bone Body.

He pushed his muscle control to the limit at this moment.

He moved like a boneless snake, slow yet incredibly precise, weaving through the gaps in the seal.