Chapter 232 The Death of the Puppet Mao Feiyang (1000 words added)
Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, and he was sure that he had been scanned, but not clearly seen...
Mu Daxian held his heart in his hands while observing the condition of the remaining body of the dummy with flying hair. At the same time, he felt the rhythm of the elevator. He held his breath and clenched his fists, feeling as if he was escaping from the crematorium. The sense of déjà vu...
If the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang dies early, the Smiling Angel will discover them.
Once that time comes, the elevator will be no different from a crematorium with the last door closed.
The Laughing Angel is wandering in the elevator, and the puppet Feiyang gradually disappears...
"Brother Xian...I...I'm so tired...I seem...I feel like I'm going to fall asleep..." The pseudo-human head with flying hair lowered its eyelids and said angrily.
Mu Daxian glanced at it and saw that its entire head was almost petrified, but he didn't realize it.
The laughing angel greedily sucked in the extraordinary power within its body, and that power evaporated out of its body like mist uncontrollably, and immediately condensed into a piece of pure white powder particles. Crossed the dimension and penetrated into the nasal cavity of the Laughing Angel.
The smiling angel closed his eyes, his eyebrows slightly stretched, and his face showed a strange but extremely enjoyable expression.
Mu Daxian quickly stretched out his hand and groped quietly on the furry body of the dummy, confirming that the body was still strong. Even though it had some tendency to become petrified, it was still within the scope of flesh and blood.
Unfortunately, the head is not as strong as the body. Staring at the smiling angel whose head keeps sucking the extraordinary power, an unnatural expression appears on that chilling face. To describe it, it is probably like an old wine shop who picked a bowl of good wine and drank it all. As a result, he felt like "I fucking drank fake wine" while drinking...
The Smiling Angel As if he noticed something, his already ferocious expression became even more terrifying.
At this moment, Mu Daxian finally found the right opportunity to make a move.
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, I'm here to cheer you up!" Mu Daxian said, squatting down and patting his face with his hand, just like a good friend helping to cheer him up.
But as he patted it, part of the head broke into pieces.
The face was still intact, but the piece on the back of the head was broken like dried mud under the load.
"Not good!" This scene not only almost knocked out Mao Feiyang, who was quietly paying attention to the development of the situation, but also made Lin Yi hold a breath in his throat and dare not spit it out easily.
But Mu Daxian seemed to have already taken all of this into account. He turned slightly sideways, held up the bag with one hand, and a light bulb emitting orange light rolled over.
He picked up some broken stones in his hand, mixed them with light bulbs, and pressed them all behind the intact face of the dummy like a craftsman making clay figures.
Then he worked hard, covered the puppet's eyes with flying hair with one hand, picked it up like a watermelon with the other hand, and put its head on the body again.
I don’t know what method he used, but the glued head didn’t fall apart, and it still “grew” firmly on the neck, but because it was a light bulb, the pseudo-human head had flying hair. It was as if he had opened the Sun Fist, and he was very agile and dazzling.
Lin Yi was stunned by this operation. He looked at the back of the new version of the dummy's hairy head, and at first he couldn't realize that a light bulb was integrated there!
"It's cognitive overwriting! He added 'cognitive overwriting'!" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly understood.
"Do you feel... better?" Mu Daxian asked in a low voice. The voice was once again full of magnetic flavor, containing special magic power, like hypnosis.
"Much better..." The dummy Mao Feiyang wanted to nod again, but this time he was held down by Mu Daxian.
"That's good." Mu Daxian slowly let go of his hand and quietly wiped away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Next, the elevator continued to run smoothly for more than ten seconds, but the good times did not last long, and the pseudo-human body gradually began to have problems with its flying hair.
Under the continuous inhalation of the six laughing angels, all the extraordinary power in the body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang was finally exhausted...
It gradually turned to stone...
And this time, it’s not just the head, but the entire body!
"The situation is a little worse than I expected..." Mu Daxian gritted his teeth, his expression gradually darkening.
"Xiao Mao, how do you feel? Can you still bear it?" he asked in a low voice.
The dummy Mao Feiyang did not speak.
Mu Daxian patted it gently, trying to wake it up again.
As a result, as soon as he put his hand on it, one of the dummy's arms with flying hair fell off from under his sleeve.
With a "snap", the arm that had turned into a plaster-like substance fell to pieces in the elevator.
The next moment, the pseudo-human hair flew and the whole figure shattered like mud. Pure white powder particles suddenly filled the entire elevator...
The pseudo-human hair was lost. Flying, the smiling angel gradually retracted his hand, then slowly lowered his head, folded his wings, and shrank into the corner.
They began to cover their faces with their hands, and then assumed a posture of facing the wall.
"?" Mao Feiyang was stunned for a moment.
The Laughing Angel... doesn't seem to have noticed him?
Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he felt a warm breath envelope him.
He quietly lifted some hoods and looked up along with the warm feeling.
I saw Mu Daxian’s arms slightly open, holding a light bulb in each hand.
That warm feeling comes from that light bulb!
Mu Daxian was mumbling words, as if he was reciting some kind of ancient poem. This magical rhythm seemed to soothe the smiling angels and make them intoxicated.
But Mu Daxian didn't seem to feel well. His complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that maintaining this state was an extremely taxing operation for him.
"Brother Xian, he...?!"
Mao Feiyang stared at this scene blankly.
At this time, Mu Daxian's voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Idiot, stop looking, do you really think I will let you defend yourself against the angels alone?"
When Mao Feiyang heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. My heart was stunned again and again, and then I realized that this was indeed Mu Daxian talking to me, but while talking, he also pretended to mutter to himself!
"So awesome, next time you will defend against the Angel alone?" 》
Mu Daxian’s teasing voice was still echoing in his ears, but only now did he realize why men could be so damn duplicitous.
You lied to me and told me to guard against Angel alone, but you fell in love with me just because you disagreed?
Mao Feiyang's heart felt sour, and he suddenly understood why Mu Daxian had the mentality of agreeing to marry a woman on the spot when Lao Mo descended from the sky to save Mu Daxian.
In the current situation, if he were a woman, Gao Lu would also have this idea of promising her body.
The firepower is passed down from generation to generation.
Maybe it was because someone held an umbrella for me when I was caught in the rain, so I am now willing to hold an umbrella for others.
Mao Feiyang was moved and his eyes were slightly moist.
But this situation did not last long. The two light bulbs started to flicker "Puff, Puff, Puff", and immediately went out at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Before the light bulbs were completely extinguished. , Mu Daxian took out the last light bulb and forcibly renewed the last wave of brilliance.
However, the brightness of a light bulb is not enough after all, and the light in the elevator is obviously dimmed.
At this moment, Lin Yi was clearly aware of the cold chill that was eroding his body. He could also clearly feel Mao Zi's complex emotions of tension, fear and other emotions.
But he had no way to change anything. Lin Yi knew very well that this was his dream, and no matter what happened, he could only be a bystander.
As a bystander, the only thing he can do is to obtain as many clues and information as possible to broaden his cognitive field.
So he carefully observed everything around him, only in this way could he extract enough "value" from here.
Gradually, he noticed that there seemed to be something special about the layer of gray mist floating on the bodies of the Laughing Angels.
He discovered that the cold malice in the light mist was scattered like dust, as if it were particles of thoughts projected from some incomprehensible high dimension into the third dimension, accompanied by the unique " Breath" kept spreading out.
This ash-like substance was immediately evaporated by the lights in the elevator when it first appeared, but when the elevator lights flickered, only the brilliance of the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand was left to disperse them.
And every offset will make the light of the light bulb dim.
【The sun has gone out long ago, how long can the afterglow illuminate them? The gray fog has arrived, and you all deserve to die. 】
Lin Yi recalled what the puppet art teacher said to Mu Daxian in the art building.
When the light goes out, the whole world will be shrouded in the ashes of angels!
Is this the essence of the gray fog invasion? !
Lin Yi's pupils condensed slightly - "Could it be that 'him' that Mu Daxian said could tear paper apart is the ultimate 'angel'..."
"Could it be Europe? In the age of mythology...that being called 'God'?"
"Great floods, volcanoes, natural disasters, meteorites...the disasters that wipe out the world...could this be what people in ancient times thought of? The 'recognition' of shredded paper?"
"Because that method cannot be recognized, the form of expression brought by it has become the only way for people to "recognize" it. Way! 》
"That's right, so often only people with positions such as priests and shamans of the race will pass on these things orally - because the 'truth' cannot be 'recognized' by the world, so only those with an absolutely broad cognitive field Only a highly inspired person can faintly touch this forbidden area?"
At that moment, Lin Yi's mind exploded, and some ancient things seemed to appear in his mind. The doomsday scene, the founder and recorder of ancient civilization, was helpless to watch the collapse of heaven and earth, and recorded the last symbol...
At the same time, the sound of the train passing through the tunnel rang in his ears again. There was a loud "bang bang bang bang" sound, and his vision began to show frequency hopping like a tape jamming.
The dark shadow seemed to be spreading behind him, and some ancient proverbs fluttered on his cheeks like ribbons blown by the wind with a very devilish and evil rhythm. The echo echoed in his ears...
[...fanTome...]
[fan...Tome...fRa...for...RidEn...]
[fanTomefRaforRidEn...]
The abyss expanded behind him, and the gray mist seemed like endless tentacles of solidification. Try to tie him up and drag him into the abyss!
This indescribable fear made Lin Yi's body tremble uncontrollably. He knew that he was going in the right direction... He was right again!
He then shattered his thoughts, and when the abyss was about to swallow him, he stabilized the frequency-hopping perspective and returned to the elevator.
He knew that he was in a dream, so he was fearless and put a layer of buff on himself innately.
He knew that compared to him in the dream, the crisis encountered by Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang was a real life and death crisis.
At this time, he turned his attention to the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand.
He has seen abandoned and failed light bulbs before, and he has also seen light bulbs in lampshades, but this is the first time he has seen a lightbulb that is still shining without a lampshade.
Lin Yi looked at the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand, and was surprised to find that the light bulb... was actually beating!
That kind of rhythm that feels like the heart is relaxing and contracting!
"Gudong... Gudong... Gudong..."
The amplitude of the light bulb's rhythm is very small, and it is actually invisible if you don't look carefully, especially when it blooms brightly. Looking at it with the naked eye will only cause a stinging sensation.
But now as the light of the light bulb faded, this magnitude could be observed by Lin Yi.
Suddenly, Lin Yi saw a strange "swimming" pattern in the concentric circles of the light bulb. The pattern was like a trapped moth, fighting for its life inside the spherical light bulb. The ground is scurrying around, and every time the light bulb collides, a ripple will be sent out!
Its speed is extremely fast, so the collision with the inner wall of the light bulb also occurs extremely fast. The ultra-high-frequency collision releases higher-frequency "waves", and the endless "waves" form the light observed by the naked eye.
"This...?!" Lin Yi was shocked by the scene he observed, "Is this the secret of the light bulb? So the street lamp does not need a 'power supply system', the energy of the light bulb is all Comes from oneself!"
"Just...what is the 'moth' in this light bulb?"
Lin Yi tried to observe again, but the light quickly dimmed.
It didn’t last long before the last light bulb flickered, and then the moth suddenly went out as if it had breathed its last breath.
"I'm so fucking damn good... this is 'demon-sucking'. No light bulb can withstand this speed of sucking?" Mu Daxian squeezed out a low growl between his teeth, and his bloodshot eyes There was a red-gold light floating in the air, and the tone was extremely difficult.
The elevator that lost the light of the light bulb suddenly turned into a ruined temple on a barren mountain facing a thunderstorm at night. The light of the flashing elevator was like the thunder that flashed from time to time on the horizon, and the laughing angels gushed out. The damp mist is more like the water vapor that hits the windows of the ruined temple due to wind and rain and spreads into the temple...
As the gray mist spreads, the closed and limited elevator is like a leaking diving Zhong, and Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were like two divers trapped in it, feeling the fear of being swallowed by the fog bit by bit.
When the damp gray mist fell on Mao Feiyang, Lin Yi seemed to feel the pure malice that made his scalp numb.
What was even more terrifying was that he found that as the gray mist eroded, Mao Feiyang's body began to absorb the power of the gray mist indiscriminately, just like when it absorbed white powder particles in the art building.
As the gray fog erodes, an unnatural bluish-gray texture begins to appear on the fluttering body, just like the mottled marks on the surface of a sculpture that has weathered the weather of the times.
He quickly looked at Mu Daxian, only to find that Mu Daxian's condition was not much better. The two people in the elevator both showed signs of being sculpted...
Even Mu Daxian, who is known as an extraordinary art student, can only be suppressed by the breath of the smiling angel under the constraints of limited space!
Gradually, under the flickering of lights, Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang absorbed enough gray fog, and the smiling angel who had covered his face towards the corner of the elevator finally Catching the breath of Mao Feiyang...
The four smiling angels scattered in the corners and the two smiling angels standing at the elevator door were all slowly turning around like puppets at this moment. The stone bead-like eyes also turned around, and slowly put their gaze on Mao Feiyang's body...
At this moment, Mao Feiyang felt cold all over his body, as if he had been thrown into a large ice bucket filled with cold water.
[…lyset…]
[lyset…]
A low, hoarse voice full of strange rhythms began to echo in the elevator, like the wind. A distant song drifts in.
The Smiling Angel slowly approached Mao Feiyang. Although some noticed Mu Daxian, they still did not regard him as their first target.
"Fuck..." Mu Daxian cursed angrily. He should have been secretly happy about this, but he was not happy at all. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, reached out to the drawing board, and scratched himself with a strong force. hands!
"Tsk! Damn it, it still hurts a little!"
The hand was cut and blood began to flow from the wound.
The Smiling Angel, who had already set his sights on Mao Feiyang, seemed to smell something more delicious, and a look of joy and greed immediately appeared on his ferocious face.
The laughing angels began to wander around Mu Daxian...
And Mao Feiyan, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly felt the pressure drop suddenly. He looked up in a daze and found that the six smiling angels were like leeches at the moment, all biting Mu Daxian's arm and sucking Mu Daxian's arms crazily. The extraordinary power in Daxian's body seemed to drain all his blood...
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