Chapter 228 You know too much
The corners of Mu Daxian’s mouth twitched violently, and he pursed his lips and did not answer.
When Mao Feiyang saw this scene, he knew that he had guessed correctly. Mu Daxian was indeed a habitual criminal who blew up street lamps with his hands...
Mao Feiyang saw that the atmosphere was not quite right, so in order to prevent Mu Daxian from Xian picked up the parts of the puppet artist and banged them for himself, and quickly found a topic: "Brother Xian... Do you think they are being careful? Is the puppet artist really trustworthy?"
To Mao Feiyang's expectation, Mu Daxian said: "Actually... it is credible to a certain extent."
"The only difference between us and them is 'belief'."
"They insist that becoming their kind of life form is a kind of evolution, and they hope to make us all 'evolve'... But we are still' It's more like being human."
"Simply speaking, their stance is not 'human', but they are not anti-human. They are like a group of pioneers who think they have completed evolution."
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips: "But they seem to want to kill you?"
Mu Daxian shrugged his shoulders: "There is nothing we can do about it. I actually understand them very well."< br>
"Just like some pseudo-human art students who are absolutely impossible to transform back, and I will deal with them mercilessly when I encounter them, I am also the type of person who is completely impossible to be baptized and purified by them."
"Because...I have an invincible will like steel!"
"Brother Xian, if you don't praise yourself, I feel sorry for the atmosphere that it creates..." road.
"I'm just telling the fucking truth." Mu Daxian held his forehead, thinking that this was too much pretense, and as expected, even telling the truth seemed to be too much, "Actually, the only thing I'm worried about now is, It’s not that they can’t come back, it’s that there’s not enough time.”
“What will we do in that case?”
Mu Daxian shook his head: "Just wait, I'll give them a time limit just to give them a sense of crisis. After all, we only need to obtain a light bulb with extraordinary properties before the Laughing Angel appears."
"Oh..." Mao Feiyang responded and nodded with some understanding.
So the two of them just waited and waited and waited...
Gradually, the afterglow of the setting sun began to be swallowed up by the mountains, and a touch of orange-red and dark blue remained on the horizon, and the light and shadow intertwined. , a layer of mist began to rise deep in the mountain forest. They slowly seeped out from between the trees and rocks like ghosts, spreading silently.
The mist was light and almost transparent at first, but as time went by, they became thicker and thicker, as if they were alive, wandering in the forest, looking for objects to cling to.
The ashes of the setting sun became mottled through this layer of mist. The beams of light refracted in the mist, forming dreamlike beams of light that illuminated the piles of dead leaves in the forest. However, they were swallowed up by the mist in an instant and disappeared. .
"It's foggy..." Mao Feiyang muttered to himself, but immediately froze, "No, it turns out there is fog?"
"It's 'grey fog' ..." Mu Daxian said in a deep voice, "Today's invasion has begun."
He looked around and saw that the original fog in the mountains seemed to become more active after the gray fog merged. Rolling and entwining in the forest, sometimes you can even hear faint whispers, as if they are ghosts and ghosts whispering in the forest.
This weird atmosphere gave Mao Feiyang a chill in his heart, as if some unknown force was secretly observing all of this, waiting for night to fall, and then invading the world...
"Is it...an 'angel'?" Mao Feiyang swallowed.
Mu Daxian comforted: "Don't be nervous... He won't appear before the gray fog floods the world. There is still plenty of time left for us."
"You can do it. The premise of staying here for a long time is..."
When he said this, Mao Feiyang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being targeted by something.
He turned around subconsciously and met his eyes directly with a human sculpture.
"Oh shit!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed, fell to the ground, and looked at the human sculpture with horror in his eyes.
"Brother Xian, it, it, it, it... is starting to move?!"
Mu Daxian flew over the hair, pressed the face of the human sculpture and threw it away , then clapped his hands and continued calmly: "The premise is...don't regard yourself as the enemy of these pseudo-human sculptures."
"The 'pollution' they have received is very serious, but the level of extraordinary properties Lower than us, he will chase us like an angel sculpture chasing Him...Put your chest up and be confident, you are a shepherd now, no no, shepherd sculpture."
Mao Feiyang: "..."
"Is it really okay?" He looked around cautiously, and he found that the pseudo-artists were hovering around him and Mu Daxian at a distance, wanting to get closer but not daring to get close, like some flying with fluttering wings by the fire. of moths.
Mu Daxian shrugged: "It's true, but of course there are disadvantages."
"I knew it..." Mao Feiyang muttered in a low voice.
“As the gray mist rises and night falls, their home base will arrive. When they begin to absorb the extraordinary power in the gray mist, they will slowly regain their strength. Some of them have captured the identity certificates of the units. You will step into the teaching building and transform into a pseudo-human experience student under the purification of the light to join the evening self-study..."
"They will exude malice, but ordinary people cannot feel it."
"They...also go to evening self-study?" Mao Feiyang was a little confused, "No, do they have brains? Why do they go to evening self-study?"
Mu Daxian explained: "The purpose is different, but Then again, who of the serious people attend evening self-study during the evening self-study period? "Well... that's true," Mao Feiyang agreed.
Mu Daxian said: "You can understand the definition of evening self-study more broadly. 'Staying in the classroom at night' actually means attending evening self-study. And those pseudo-experience students, they are actually According to the identity of the original owner, he entered the corresponding classroom and used the evening self-study time to... eat? Oh my god, they eat people? , "Is the evening self-study time for ordinary experience students the same as the midnight snack time for pseudo-experience students?"
Mu Daxian thought for a while, but did not refute his words: "In essence, it is not much different from what you said."
"Pseudo-human beings will be attracted by the smell of 'pollution'. They feed on extraordinary power, and use their instinctive desire for extraordinary power to drive their "senses" to find food, and polluters with unstable minds can easily become their targets. "
"Especially for some highly inspired experience students, it is easy for them to 'reciprocate' with them, establish a magical hunting chain... and then be killed by them. "
"Then...can we kill them back? "Although Mao Feiyang is a new art student, after all, he is a person who has gone through a round with Mu Daxian under the hands of the Smiling Angel and returned to full health. There is a kind of "Brother Xian and I fight nine tricks. "The Laughing Angel Still Fucks Himself"
So when talking about the pseudo-human experience student, he is not as frightened as ordinary students, but is much calmer.
"You can kill them back." Mu Daxian nodded, "However, if you kill them, you will be marked by the aura in their bodies, which will deepen your pollution and make you more susceptible to other puppets, sculptures, and night walkers. This type of creature senses it."
"Furthermore, once you kill a large number of pseudo-human units and are entangled in their breath, when the quantitative change causes a qualitative change, you will be sculptured by angels. If you feel it, they will take special care of you when the time comes.”
“So, whether it is the rules of the experience students or our art students, you are not encouraged to attack the sculpture, because no matter what you have achieved. Any result is not a good thing."
"Understand?"
Hearing this, Mao Feiyang nodded: "I understand." No wonder Brother Xian kept saying it lightly. When you have no other choice, just kill one or two dummies. It turns out that not only they can do this, but the experience students can also do this, but it will do more harm than good, so it is not recommended. Mao Feiyang understood the Tao in his heart.
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Very simple.
Feeling the passage of time, Mao Feiyang couldn't help but worry: "Brother Xian, will they not be able to come back in time?"
It is getting late and the sun is about to set. Soon it will be It’s time to reach the 18:00 deadline given by Mu Daxian.
"It depends on their desire to survive." Mu Daxian sneered and patted the pile of parts sitting under him.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and raised his eyes to look deep into the dense forest.
"It seems that they have a strong desire to survive."
Mao Feiyang looked immediately and saw an embarrassed figure stumbling away from the depths of the dark forest. come over.
In its arms, there are several bulging spherical objects wrapped in strips of cloth.
It was the two-headed dummy art student who went to charge four light bulbs.
As the distance got closer, Mao Feiyang gradually heard the two heads of the pseudo-art student arguing over there, seeming to be shouting about "efficiency" and "clumsiness" and the like. Discourse.
From a distance, it looks like a mini version of a two-headed ogre.
The puppet art student with two heads in one body did not stop quarreling until he came to Mu Daxian's side, but the two heads seemed to refuse to obey the other, and each went in the opposite direction.
“It’s done.” The puppet art student handed the entire package to Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian looked at the bag and said calmly: "Put it on the ground and spread it out for me to take a look at."
The puppet artist was a little reluctant, but was pressed by his lifeblood and had to lower his head, so he took the photo He did what Mu Daxian said.
Mao Feiyang discovered that the strip of cloth turned out to be the school uniform of the puppet art student.
When they were opened, the four light bulbs wrapped inside were all displayed in front of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.
"No light...?" Mao Feiyang whispered, but was interrupted by Mu Daxian raising his hand.
"Okay, good job." Mu Daxian nodded, showing appreciation.
“As promised, it’s time to let us go, right?” one of the heads of the pseudo-art student said, its eyes fixed on the pile of parts, with a strong desire in its eyes.
"Okay." Mu Daxian stepped aside a little, then tilted his head and pouted at the pile of parts, "Get out of here after you take it."
The art of the puppet is like Meng Amnesty quickly ran over.
But just when it bent down to pick up the pile of parts, Mu Daxian pulled out the drawing board, used it as a giant sword, and chopped the dummy to the ground. .
"Boom! Snap -"
The body of the dummy was originally put together by Mu Daxian, but now it suffered a heavy blow and fell apart on the spot.
"You!! Mu Daxian! You...?!" The head that rolled aside was shocked and angry, "You don't keep your word! You..."
"Bang— —”
The drawing board was like a heavy hammer, cracking its head hard.
Seeing Mu Daxian slowly approaching him with a drawing board like an indifferent demon, the head of another pseudo-human art student also had a look of fear on his face: "Mu Daxian! You... please let me go, let me go. Get over me!”
“It was trying to attack you in the beginning. It has nothing to do with me...”
“No, no, no...”
"You... you have to give me a reason to kill me, right?! Otherwise I won't accept it, I won't accept it!! I won't accept it!"
"Reason...reason?" He raised his hand slowly Mu Daxian, who had started drawing, suddenly paused.
The pseudo-art student looked ecstatic, thinking that Mu Daxian had softened his heart, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, reason, reason! There must be a reason for everything, right? I have never criticized you, I am Everything goes according to your wishes..."
"That's right..." Mu Daxian thought thoughtfully, "Then let me ask you, what is 1+1?"
That fake The humanities and art student was stunned and tentatively replied: "...2?"
"We all know this, you know too much, I can't leave you alone!"
Mu Daxian He smashed the drawing board down hard and ruthlessly took away its life.
He didn't dare to take a breath when he saw the fur flying around him.
Mu Daxian just now made him feel very strange. One moment, he was telling him that the pseudo-art students and their art students just had different beliefs. The next moment, he broke his promise and killed him without any mercy. they.
Looking at Mao Feiyang who was stagnant in place, Mu Daxian shook off the remaining tomato paste mixed with white powder on the drawing board, wiped the drawing board clean with the dummy art student's school uniform, and then used his hands to Elbow nudged him.
"What's the matter, are you stupid?"
Mao Feiyang was ejected three meters away like a frightened cat. He looked at Mu Daxian in shock and panic, fearing that Mu Daxian came to do this.
"You dare to jump away? Come here!" Mu Daxian frowned and shouted like a harbinger.
Mao Feiyang instantly wilted, and hurriedly passed by with his head hanging down: "Here we come..."
"Why are you panicking?"
"I'm a little scared... …”
“Are you afraid of a hammer?”
"I'm not afraid of hammers, I'm afraid of boards..."
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(End of this chapter)