Chapter 210 Three Angel Sculptures
“Stop doubting it.” Mu Daxian said quickly, “This thing was overwritten by you. If you doubt it, it will weaken and disappear.”
Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder: "Let's dry the clothes first... You seem to have a lot of questions, so I can explain them to you slowly."
"Well, okay. "Yes." Mao Feiyang nodded seriously.
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang and said to himself that although Xiao Mao was a bit of a bitch, he really had spirituality. His extraordinary performance at critical moments was as outrageous as shaking his mother's upper body.
Mao Feiyang walked around in this limited dead end, marveling at the walls that could remain bright and warm without any light.
"Brother Xian, you are the real art teacher, right..." Mao Feiyang sighed, and finally attributed the credit to Mu Daxian.
This quick skill is really no less than the famous teacher Kaido’s one-click three-combination.
Mu Daxian shook his head slightly: "If you have fire in your heart, you can see the light."
Mao Feiyang couldn't help but hissed: "Brother Xian, are you doing metaphysics? Right? I heard that whether you are engaged in art or science, you will eventually become engaged in metaphysics..."
Mu Daxian glanced at him: "Painting is a bond that allows us to use our own extraordinary power immaturely."
"It will amplify certain desires deep in your heart and let You guide and release it in your own way."
"Don't you feel familiar with this kind of light and temperature?"
Mao Feiyang was slightly startled when he heard this and thought about it. After that, his pupils gradually dilated: "Brother Xian, you mean... street lights?!"
Now this dead end is like a space illuminated by street lights. Both light and heat are the same as being illuminated by street lights. It's exactly the same as before, the only difference and weird thing is - there are no street lights here!
There are no street lights here, and he is the street light.
Mu Daxian said: "Painting is not created out of nothing, and we are not Ma Liang, the magic pen... We are just porters of extraordinary power and reconstructors of artistic symbols, nothing more."
"I understand every word you say, but when you put it all together, why don't I understand anything?" Mao Feiyang said blankly, "Anyway, I am just a street light. ?”
“Absolutely.”
“Should I just turn into a street lamp?” Mao Feiyang suddenly panicked, still remembering that Mu Daxian took the light bulb out of the street lamp cover. It's still glowing after it came out. Could it be that all the street light poles were directly filled with polluters?
He thought of the kind of pile-driving in Lu Ban's book, and suddenly felt a shudder.
"What are you thinking about? No way." Mu Daxian was also speechless. Mao Feiyang's mind was really racing.
"Okay..." Mao Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
The cul-de-sac began to have an atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove.
Not long after, Mu Daxian began to take off his clothes. He first hung his coat and trousers on the drawing board to "warm the fire", leaving only a small pair of underwear to cover his shame.
Mao Feiyang quickly followed the instructions. Now this place is like a heater. If he doesn't take off his clothes to dry, he will really turn into a steamed crab due to the mix of hot and cold.
The two were busy for a while, looking at each other's body, and suddenly felt a strange and charming feeling, and there seemed to be some kind of BGM that shouldn't be there in their minds...
"Get out of here" ." Mu Daxian spoke first.
Mao Feiyang: "???"
"I didn't say anything!" Mao Feiyang looked innocent, his dark face full of questions.
Mu Daxian didn't say anything else, just pacing in the dead end. Then he suddenly thought of something and took off his shoes and socks.
The not-so-large space was immediately filled with a pure manly atmosphere...
Mao Feiyang couldn't help it and took off his shoes and socks.
As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, the two strands of male athlete's foot became entangled in an instant, and the dead end began to mutate into a biogas pool...
The original atmosphere of cooking wine around the stove suddenly exploded and turned into Instead of cooking shit around the stove, the feeling of being in a stove sauna has become like entering a nuclear reactor...
Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang's expressions changed slightly, but they seemed to be secretly competing, breathing calmly, neither of them admitting defeat.
Lin Yi was really convinced. Are you trying to compare who can bear the other's athlete's foot better?
Damn it, is this even possible? !
He couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, and then recalled Mao Feiyang's operation just now, thoughtfully.
He actually didn't see how Mao Feiyang did it, but he could vaguely feel some changes in Mao Feiyang, and that Mao Feiyang at that time really seemed like a different person... …
The only thing he could think of was that Mao Zi really inspired some potential at the critical moment and stimulated the so-called "artistic cells" in his body.
There is a sentence in the rules for art students: [Every art classroom has a passage leading to an observation deck. During the art class, you can bring your drawing board to sketch. Sketching can cultivate your artistic cells. 】
Artistic cells should refer to the ability to control extraordinary power.
Even if you can only touch the tip of the iceberg of extraordinary power, it is enough to surpass many people.
Lin Yi discovered that the art department was not as simple as it seemed.
Especially judging from the behavior of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, it seems that the function of the drawing board is not to draw, but to strengthen the art students' awareness that they are "painting", and then through the act of "sketching" through painting, Trace your overwriting of a certain area onto the drawing board, and through an unknown method, guide the extraordinary power in your body to project into the area, completing the overwriting of reality.
It’s outrageous, but it seems like that.
There is a feeling of modifying reality, but... Lin Yi feels that it is not the same thing.
"Is it really the 'reconstruction' that Mu Daxian said? Briefly modify some spatial positions and temporarily achieve certain effects?"
Lin Yi thought of this and suddenly felt a strange feeling. A familiar feeling——
Modify the spatial position, reconstruct the environment...
Why does it feel so inexplicably familiar?
Hiss...
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and almost couldn't help but snap his fingers!
"Holy crap! Isn't this "my world"? ! 》
When Lin Yi "awakened" "My World" for the first time, he spent a lot of effort to re-edit the corridor bridge and teaching building, reconstructing it into an abstract and three-dimensional castle that transcended cognition and subverted common sense. Nowadays, Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang have somewhat similar approaches to space.
The only difference is that Lin Yi failed to project it into reality.
"Wait a minute... I woke up to 'Minecraft', it seems to be the afternoon of May 8th. Judging from the time, it seems to be later than Maozi..."
" If I have to say it forcefully, those changes seemed to have occurred after waking up on the morning of May 8th..."
"Could it be that Maozi transmitted not only the 'pollution', but also some of his belongings? Extraordinary characteristics? 》
Just like the pollution at the beginning, after the transmission to Lin Yi, Lin Yi felt very uncomfortable that night. If he hadn't pulled him back at the critical moment, and Wei Liang's partial reminder, he would have been in danger that night. . But after he adapted to the pollution, he immediately began to absorb it in his own way.
Is it the same now?
The "characteristics" transmitted by Mao Feiyang became the trigger for him to awaken his "extraordinary characteristics".
The reason for this change may be the blending and changing of multiple complex factors. For example, as an experience student, it carries the atmosphere of an art building that does not belong to this depth?
This is like a palette that expands the palette through deepening cognition, and then absorbs pigments from outside the palette. As new pigments are added, the palette will have the ability to create new colors. ……"possibility"?
Is that so?
……So.
"If there are changes, then I shouldn't be the only one, go back and ask Mr. Tian and the others..." Lin Yi thought, and suddenly he felt a little strange. Wei Shan clearly had the blue color of the sports department. Sexy steam, could this also be brought by Maozi?
The green smell causes blue pollution?
If this is the case, it can only be explained by what Mu Daxian said.
The same extraordinary power, based on the characteristics of the bearer showing different directions, resulted in the emergence of art department branches and sports department branches.
Lin Yi couldn't tell whether this was the case. He felt that even if his guess was incomplete, it should be very close to the truth.
"So we are really in the same dormitory? One person pollutes five people sitting together?"
"What about Ryoko? What's wrong with Ryoko...she's incompatible with us? Ah! 》
Lin Yi pouted, Liangzi... is like an onion. Whenever you think it's him, he can always take off one layer with a smile, revealing a brand new side, giving you countless unexpected surprises. Little surprise.
He no longer believed that Wei Liang relied on luck to survive the last seven days, but no matter what, he could not understand what was going on with Wei Liang.
Every aspect is incomprehensible, and it becomes increasingly incomprehensible.
In addition, he also found that the codes on campus have completely different orientations for the art students side and the experience side.
The rules for experience students seem to focus on sticking to the rules. If you have something to report to the teacher, the teacher will tell you what to do.
The rules for art students seem to focus on a temporary response. If there is a problem, you should deal with it yourself first, and then report it to the art teacher after solving it.
Compared to experience students, there are really few rules that art students need to abide by. As far as he knows, there are only two rules from the art department.
At this moment, Mu Daxian's voice sounded slowly: "By the way, did you want to ask me anything just now?"
The clothes were almost dry, Mu Daxian After Daxian put it on one after another, he took off the last piece of clothing that was close to his body...
"Damn, you take off this too?!" Mao Feiyang was anxious.
"We are here at the critical moment of life and death. I would scare you by taking off my pants. You are so stupid and pretentious." Mu Daxian glanced at him.
Mao Feiyang was speechless. After thinking about it, he followed suit, saying "Me too".
After putting on his clothes, Mu Daxian began to collect the paint cans on the ground, screwed the lids on them one by one, and put them back into the cloth bag.
Mao Feiyang also went to help.
"Actually, since we encountered the angel sculpture, I can't understand your approach." Mao Feiyang expressed his doubts while cleaning up.
"I know that at first we went to the first floor of Building C to use the residual breath of the security guard to cover up our breath, and then we went to clean the wounds to weaken the contaminated breath. We also changed places to attract those pure nocturnal species. "
"But later, the student coins can distract the angel sculptures. Why don't we throw the student coins in the elevator to distract them, and then take the opportunity to escape in the elevator? "
What Mao Feiyang was referring to was when he opened the elevator for the second time.
“Because it doesn’t work.”
“No?”
"You only saw the angel sculpture chasing the student coins, but you didn't see all the preparations I made for that step."
"Of course, it's normal that you don't know, because my approach is also It's just based on "experience", not on any 'standard approach to encountering angels' or anything like that. "
"Whether you are an art student or a sports student, the survival rate when encountering an angel sculpture is extremely low, because even if you know what to do, your body may not have enough mobility. "
"When encountering angel sculptures, the first thing is not to panic, first determine what kind of angel sculpture they belong to. ”
“Are there any different types of angel sculptures? "Mao Feiyang was secretly surprised.
"There are three types of angel sculptures, corresponding to sports students, art students, and other categories."
"The reason I asked you to be careful at first was because I thought it was for me, but it didn't Thinking that their target is you."
"Because before, whether from the perspective of 'super power' or from the perspective of 'damn', I was more serious than you..."
Mao Feiyang whispered: "Brother Xian, don't belittle yourself, don't talk about yourself like that..."
Mu Daxian glanced at him: "But it turns out that it was indeed an angel targeting art students. Sculpture, besides, I don't know why, but you seem to be more 'damn' than me...
Mao Feiyang: "..."
"Ahem! Can we say something auspicious? Is there any difference between the different types of angel sculptures?"
"One is the laughing angel. They are It looks like an image covering its face and crying. In fact, the face behind the hands is full of weird smiles, and its back is turned to people when it first appears. Their main goal is to absorb the extraordinary power from the contaminated body. "
"When the extraordinary power in the polluter's body is extracted, it will be pulled into their layer when it falls below a certain threshold, and then die in a particularly painful way. "Become a sculpture."
Hearing these words, a picture flashed through Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi's minds at the same time - walking up to the first floor of the teaching building, when they reached the end, there was a A cave full of sculptures.
Most of those sculptures have distorted faces, as if they were in extreme pain before death.
Could it be that... they died in that way?
Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up - wait! !
"If Mao Zi encountered the Smiling Angel alone just now, would he subconsciously retrace his steps and run upstairs when he saw the 'Smiling Angel'?"
"With Mao Zi's characteristic of reacting faster than his brain, it is very possible..."
"And there are some problems in the stairwell due to the layer falling. In addition, the Laughing Angel pulls people down the layer. It is not impossible for Maozi to enter that stairwell, and then..."
"Become one of those A member of the sculpture! "
Thanks to book friends "usjdnshhs" and "Lin skylark" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)