Chapter 193: Formerly a Host (2200 words added!)
A field-like mist surrounds the World Tree, as if it blocks anyone from approaching its center, the base outside the mist. There is a mysterious symbol on it.
It is like an ancient and broken emblem. The complex lines and carvings look like some kind of pattern formed by the blending of weapons and the moon, a bit like the patterns on tarot cards or those more ancient ones. Ritual symbols.
This pattern has been almost smoothed over by the years, but it still exudes a certain breathtaking atmosphere.
“The murals here record some kind of information, such as sacrifices, epics, wars or other things... The ancients had limited space, so they always liked to use the simplest murals to explain as many things as possible... He Hell, they are not even willing to write less and write more details about one of the things, so that at least one thing can be retained instead of something full of information," Mu Daxian complained.
"I know what you want to say, but don't ask me, I don't know much."
Mu Daxian shrugged: "The teachers must know, but they never tell us, and they don't let us I've stayed here for too long, so... let's go. If you want to know anything, you can ask them directly and they will tell you if they want to."
"Let's go, don't stay here. "Too long."
Mu Daxian took Mao Feiyang towards the exit of the hall.
Mao Feiyang followed him dully. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking: "By the way, what will happen to those students... who were brought here by a teacher who was not quite right?" ?”
Mao Feiyang was asking about the group of girls wearing sailor uniforms with hairpins.
Mu Daxian said without thinking: "They are hopeless."
Mao Feiyang was shocked.
Lin Yi was also surprised.
“Preconceived cognitive pollution is more deeply rooted than a little subversion.” Mu Daxian said calmly, “Those people were brought from the campus by the pseudo-art teachers and students, and they have not even experienced will. I was shaken and accepted everything.”
"Do you know them?" Mu Daxian suddenly looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "We are the same batch of people who entered the school..."
"Shouldn't it be?" Mu Daxian was a little confused, "Your appearance is reasonable. , How can we be in the same group as them? "
"Ah? Why not?" Mao Feiyang didn't understand Mu Daxian's doubts, and thought the answer was too simple, it's just like this, and then that. This, then this, then this, so in the end it is this...
What don’t you understand?
But Lin Yi frowned.
Mu Daxian and Xu Shunkang have similar thinking logic, that is, they must think within his cognitive scope. Mu Daxian’s confusion means that these two things happened at the same time. Almost non-existent.
"So...when did your batch enter the school?"
"Just yesterday, we arrived at the school on the school bus..."
"Hiss ..." Mu Daxian couldn't help but take a breath, looked at Mao Feiyang with a very strange look, and couldn't help complaining, "So you lost your fucking student ID card as soon as you got it, and then you were arranged to come here by the head teacher. ”
Mao Feiyang: "Huh?"
"No..." He shook his head repeatedly, and just as he was about to say something, Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted it, his expression changed drastically, and he interrupted without a sound: "You... …Didn’t you get your student ID card?”
Lin Yi’s expression changed, and he said to himself, “I’m trying to fool you, you’re a monkey,” but after just two sentences, Mu Daxian pulled his pants off!
Mao Feiyang's expression changed and he quickly said: "No, I..."
"You didn't get your student ID card...so you didn't see the teacher...and you are From the same batch..." Mu Daxian muttered secretly, completely ignoring what Mao Feiyang was quibbling about.
"That is to say, you encountered problems as soon as you got off the car..."
"They were abducted as soon as you got off the car..."
"And you should have entered the teaching under abnormal weather. Building... But you encountered pollution on the way, so you couldn't find the teacher's office through the guidance of the notice board in the teaching building..."
"You should have arrived at the first floor of the teaching building and then went up the stairs. ...Then you entered the dormitory building all the way through the 'axis'...and then the dormitory manager took you here..."
"And those who were in the same batch as you were faked as soon as they got off the bus. The human art teachers ran away. The road they had to walk was quite troublesome, so they came here at about the same time as you..."
"Am I right?"
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang was cold from beginning to end. He couldn't stand firm for a moment. He staggered back a few steps and accidentally fell to the ground.
"You...you, you, you..." He looked at Mu Daxian in horror, hesitating and unable to say anything.
"It seems that I was right." Mu Daxian shrugged again and tried to reach out to lift Mao Feiyang, but Mao Feiyang looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Lin Yi was also shocked. He looked at Mu Daxian as if he had seen a ghost, and thought to himself that you were installing surveillance cameras on Mao Zi. How could you know this? !
Not only do you know, but you also know exactly the same thing. Even with logical reasoning, it is impossible to deduce everything based on Mao Feiyang's words, right? !
Seeing that Mao Feiyang's eyes were still dodging, Mu Daxian was not used to it, and directly picked up Mao Feiyang's shirt by his chest and lifted him up: "Don't be afraid, I am not a god, nor am I What kind of mind-reading skills are there? The reason why I can guess it right is because I have encountered a situation like yours before."
Mao Feiyang did not believe his words. He was still frightened and asked subconsciously: "You... …Are you the same as me?”
“That’s not the case.” Mu Daxian shook his head, and seeing Mao Feiyang’s fear, he smiled mysteriously and said slowly, “I’ve been there for a while... "House Manager"
Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang): "?!"
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Not long after, Mu Daxian took Mao Feiyang through the hall of the art building and came with some art students. In front of the arch.
Looking out from the arch, the entire stone bridge is shrouded in mist. The nearby stones have been wetted by rain. Some raindrops are jumping on the stone flakes, and some raindrops are integrated into the stone walls. in the moss.
These mottled moss are vaguely visible in the overlapping light and dark light, extending along the stone bridge into the depths of the mist.
Many art students walked directly onto the ancient and mottled stone bridge without umbrellas. Their steps were unhurried and seemed to be completely unaffected by the storm.
"Is it okay if they are like this?" Mao Feiyang asked worriedly, looking at the backs of those art students.
At this time, Mao Feiyang did not fully understand the relationship between abnormal weather and pollution. He only learned about some of the dangers from Wei Liang's words and the content of the student code on the day he entered the school.
But Lin Yi knew it very well, so the shock he received when seeing this scene was much greater than Mao Feiyang.
He looked out from the arch, carefully observing every move of the art students, trying to find the changes after the raindrops fell on the art students.
Sure enough, he soon discovered the clue.
This huge storm made the colorful window glass of the bell tower clang. It should have set off a dense and violent curtain of rain on the stone bridge like a strong wind passing by, but it could The strange thing is that when it really swept up to the stone bridge, there were very few raindrops falling over it.
The sporadic candlelight, swaying in the candlestick engraved with strange creature patterns, seems to be extinguished at any time, but it seems that such a weak flame, like a street lamp, opens up a field and blocks most of the wind and rain.
Fog has enveloped the stone bridge. Looking out from the arch, the line of sight is extremely restricted. Only the figures of the art students can be seen gradually fading in the fog.
At the end of the stone bridge, a beam of golden light bloomed on the observation deck. From a distance, it looked like the bat lantern that poked the butt of the clouds in Gotham City.
"It doesn't matter, there is a dome on the bridge, which is enough to block a lot of wind and rain." Mu Daxian explained, "We art students often deal with storms. As long as we return to the art classroom on time, we can solve the abnormal weather for you. If the impact on your body is really bad, you can still go to the teacher. Anyway, don’t worry.”
“When you are like me, you don’t have to worry about anything even if you get wet.” Mu Daxian patted him. Mao Fei's shoulders said, "You can relax while I'm here. If I can't protect you, then you are really hopeless."
After Mu Daxian said that, he took the lead and walked out of the arch. Stepped onto the stone bridge.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly followed.
Mu Daxian’s words gave Lin Yi many thoughts.
From what he said, it was known that the dormitory supervisor could actually step out of the art field, and whether it was because of Mu Daxian's own problems or because he was transferred from the dormitory supervisor, Mu Daxian exuded an aura that was far beyond ordinary art students. Aura.
To a certain extent, Mu Daxian gave Lin Yi a very similar feeling to the boss. Could it be that Mu Daxian was the boss among art students?
Maybe it can be compared like this, but Lin Yi feels that it is more than that.
What kind of person can say something like "If even I can't protect you"?
If you are not bragging, then you are really awesome.
Combined with the vision he had seen in the canteen, Lin Yi believed that Mu Daxian was really awesome.
Just when Mao Feiyang walked out of the arch, Lin Yi looked back at the Art Building.
This stormy castle is igniting sparks in the dark world, like a giant wearing a cloak standing in the darkness. In the storm, it is impossible to see the dividing line between the art building and the sky. .
The bell tower penetrated the dark clouds like a sharp blade, meticulously expressing the passage of time.
The night watchman is no longer on the bell tower. I wonder if he has returned to the cliff.
Lin Yi's heart trembled, and he followed Mao Feiyang's figure onto the stone bridge.
The second time he went up the stone bridge, Lin Yi's mood was not much calmer than the first time. For him now, the more things related to the art building layer he knew, the more awe he felt in his heart. The more intense it becomes.
Walking on the stone bridge, Lin Yi seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the stone slabs under his feet. Under the infiltration of rain, the entire stone bridge looked even colder, like a giant crawling out of the deep sea. Deep in the mist, he opened his mouth full of blood and stuck his tongue out into the art building.
The raindrops as dense as soybeans hit the stone bridge like being shot from a submachine gun. The sound of "ta da da da" even covered the sound of the howling wind and the sound of the waves under the stone bridge. When the scattered raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang's body, a clammy feeling slowly enveloped Lin Yi.
At the same time, Lin Yi also felt a sense of clarity of mind.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he discovered that when raindrops fell on Mao Feifei's clothes, his brain would produce A freshness that smells like mint leaves.
Mao Feiyang stopped subconsciously.
“Rain will pollute your “perception”. "Mu Daxian's voice rang in Mao Feiyang's ears. While Mao Feiyang was awakened, it also woke up Lin Yi.
"This kind of rain itself is an aggregate of pollution. The right amount of rain can stimulate your artistic cells, but too much will make you collapse."
"The so-called 'appropriate amount' refers to the current kind of rain." ...If you get wet, you'll get wet. Don't try to experience this feeling again."
Mao Feiyang seemed to understand, and nodded quickly: "Uh... Okay."
He. I quickly followed Mu Daxian's footsteps. In a place like this, it is really important to have a guide.
While the two of them were walking slowly on the stone bridge, in the darkness under the stone bridge, countless purebred nocturnal species were squirming, following them like a big lump of plasticine. As they moved slowly, the sound of "rustling" was drowned by the storm, but the evil aura became more intense after absorbing the rain.
Mao Feiyang, who followed Mu Daxian, felt a little calmer, so he looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
He soon noticed the disc-shaped candlesticks with burning candles. The roots of the candlesticks had the pattern of a strange creature, which looked like a long strip-shaped animal with wings.
"What is this?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian glanced at the sound and asked: "Candlestick?"
"That, the pattern under the candlestick." Mao Feiyang said.
Lin Yi suddenly pricked up his ears and thought to himself, Mao Zi, you are really my fucking mouth substitute!
Mu Daxian then said: "From the perspective of myths and legends, it should be the Quetzalcoatl in the Mayan civilization, but..."
"But what?" Mao Feiyang road.
“But the architectural style of the Art Building Castle is more Gothic and Baroque, which is completely different from the style of the Mayan civilization...”
“What’s more, the ‘Feather’ appears here. The relief of the "Snake God" is very unreasonable, because here... Well, this is City S, right? It's not so much the Quetzalcoatl as it is the "Yinglong"." Mu Daxian calmly changed the subject. , "But no matter which civilization the sculptures are from, they are all different from the style of the art building."
"Then... what is that candlestick?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian smiled: "Based on your curiosity, the most important thing I should do is to instill a lot of knowledge into you and weld your knowledge here, but for the sake of Out of respect for you, I think it’s better to tell you slowly and let you make your own choice.”
“Let’s go have dinner first. When the opportunity comes, I will introduce it to you. '."
"Our art faction focuses on 'self-study' first and then 'class'."
Suddenly, Mu Daxian stopped and touched it with his backhand immediately. the drawing board.
At the same time, his other hand opened slightly, protecting Mao Feiyang behind his back.
Mu Daxian did not move another step, his dark eyes staring closely at the stone bridge shrouded in fog in front of him.
The picture seems to be still.
If it weren't for the sound of the storm and the roar of the waves in his ears, and the rolling fog in front of his eyes, Lin Yi would really have thought that time had stood still.
"Da... da... da..."
A series of crisp footsteps gradually came from the depths of the thick fog.
Then the outline of a human figure slowly became clear, and it turned out to be the puppet art teacher.
This puppet art teacher had a conflict with Mu Daxian in the morning. When they meet again, it can be said that they are enemies.
Mu Daxian gradually narrowed his eyes, and between his eyes, a cluster of golden flames as cold as the bright moon burst into bloom.
At the same time, an invisible aura slowly spread out with him as the center, opening up an area in the thick fog.
"Are you going to have dinner?" The puppet art teacher seemed not to remember those things at all, and seemed to turn a blind eye to Mu Daxian's performance. When he saw him, he just said hello plainly.
"Yes...Teacher." Mu Daxian nodded calmly.
The puppet art teacher was wearing a suit of well-fitting professional attire, with a curved front and back, and stepped on black high-heeled shoes to get close to Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, but her beautiful face was because of that iconic touch. The stiff smile looks weird and penetrating.
After a brief greeting, the puppet art teacher passed by Mu Daxian like a normal person.
But just when it was about to pass by Mao Feiyang, the hands suddenly shot at Mao Feiyang like a poisonous snake at an angle that subverted the laws of human body movement.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and it was so fast that even Lin Yi, who had already expected it, could not react in time.
But just when this arm was about to touch the corner of Mao Feiyang's clothes, a drawing board went straight towards the face of the puppet art teacher with the intention of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao.
"Bang!"
The drawing board popped out of the face, and the puppet art teacher was smashed away a certain distance. As a result, his arms could not touch Mao Feiyang, but one of his legs was Suddenly it swung over like a scorpion's tail.
Mu Daxian sneered and grabbed its ankle directly. The force was so strong that the ankle was deformed.
"Classmate, the teacher's stockings are very expensive." The puppet art teacher didn't know what the pain was. As he spoke, the foot actually broke free from the high-heeled shoes, and then the sole of the foot covered with black stockings turned out to be like plasticine. As if kneading, it suddenly changed and turned into a foot knife, cutting straight towards Mu Daxian's face.
Mu Daxian raised his head to avoid the foot knife, and with the force of thunder, he took out a paintbrush dipped in paint from the cloth bag and applied it heavily on the black silk.
Seeing that his feet were about to be painted with a paintbrush, the puppet art teacher screamed and stretched out his hand to pull hard on his thigh!
With a "sneak" sound, the puppet art teacher broke his own thigh like a branch. The round and straight black stocking beautiful legs were handled by Mu Daxian like a toy. In hand.
At this moment, Mu Daxian’s brush fell on this thigh.
Mu Daxian was too lazy to look at the leg. He just looked at the puppet art teacher and said calmly: "Teacher, your stockings are dirty. I will go to the canteen later to bring you one."
< br>It seemed that the black silk stockings attracted Mu Daxian's attention more than the broken thigh.
But Lin Yi turned his attention to the puppet art teacher, and saw that there was no trace of blood on the broken thigh, not even a drop of ketchup leaked out, but the black silk stockings were It also seemed to be integrated with its thigh. When it broke, its texture was the same as that of the thigh.
The broken surface of the dummy art teacher’s thigh is extremely smooth with no texture at all, like a bust sculpture used for sketching practice.
Lin Yi was shocked. He remembered that when the green bib chef’s hand was broken by the physical education student, the bones and blood vessels could be clearly seen on the broken surface. Of course, that kind of The cross section also quickly turned into a plaster-like texture.
But the puppet art teacher is completely different from the green bib chef.
"Is the 'life form' of the green bib chef different from that of the puppet?"
The puppet art teacher did not answer Mu Daxian's words, but just gave him a cold look , then turned around and disappeared into the mist.
Mu Daxian casually painted the leg with a paintbrush a few times. After painting it to a yellowish state, he threw it off the stone bridge and carried it with him without looking back. Mao Feiyang left.
“Stop looking and let’s go.”
"Uh... OK." Mao Feiyang was still looking at the beautiful black stocking legs that Mu Daxian threw off the stone bridge. Hearing Mu Daxian's words, he quickly followed.
Not long after the two left, the puppet art teacher came back again and again, returning here step by step. It looked at its own leg that was thrown under the stone bridge and said: "It's still "Give it to me."
"Wah-wow-wow..."
The stone bridge is a cliff, and the dark sea below the cliff is the only one that responds to it. The sound of wind.
But suddenly, with the sound of "rustling...", the legs of the puppet art teacher popped up from under the stone bridge bit by bit like bamboo shoots.
But if you look carefully, you will find that on the side of the stone bridge, a large number of pure night crawlers are wrapping the leg and handing it up bit by bit.
Looking at Mu Daxian’s ankle that was squeezed with great force, a ball of angry flames surged in the eyes of the puppet art teacher. It grabbed its own leg and tried to put it back at the broken point. But suddenly, he suddenly lost consciousness, and then... he discovered that what he was holding in his hand didn't seem to be his own leg, but... a chicken leg as big as his own leg!
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The puppet art teacher rubbed his eyes, and after repeated observations, he determined that this was indeed "a chicken leg as big as its leg", not its " Leg" and threw it off the stone bridge again.
As soon as it was thrown out, those pure night crawlers pounced on it desperately, as if this chicken leg was the most delicious food in the world.
The puppet art teacher watched with cold eyes as those purebred nocturnal species fell into the seawater under the cliff in order to eat this "chicken leg" without any emotional change. But at this moment, it suddenly realized something and its expression suddenly changed.
"No...he used a paintbrush to rewrite those brainless people's understanding of my 'legs'!"
Looking at my own face, which had already been swallowed up by the thick fog and sea water. "Legs", a rare ugly look appeared on the face of the puppet art teacher.
Added 2,200 words for the alliance leader "Lin Skylark", and still owes 4,800 words! !
Thanks to book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)