Chapter 206: Survival Rate is Almost Zero
Chapter 206: The Survival Rate is Almost Zero
Just as the elevator door was about to close, Mu Daxian stretched out his hand.
Sensing an obstacle, the elevator door immediately bounced back.
Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang's hand and rushed out of the elevator with him.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang was so shocked by the angel sculpture that he was stunned. Fortunately, Mu Daxian pulled him out in time.
"Great, great immortal...in the elevator..." Mao Feiyang came to his senses, stuttering, his tongue twirling in his mouth, unable to utter a single word clearly.
"It's over, this time I can fucking see it too!" Mu Daxian cursed.
Mao Feiyang felt a chill in his heart. If Mu Daxian said it was okay, then it was okay. But if he said it was a disaster, then it might really be a disaster...
Looks like this time it's a failure...
As if the angel sculpture was frightened, Mao Feiyang felt a trace of pain in his cold and numb arm. He looked down and saw that the wound was torn a little more.
Originally it was a vertical tear, like an eye had opened in the arm, and now it was stretched a little more horizontally, as if a big eyeball would really come out of the arm...
Scarlet blood seeped out of the wound, forming some strange pattern symbols, causing him to feel a dull pain.
Mu Daxian noticed this problem, took a look at Mao Feiyang's arm, and couldn't help cursing: "Fuck! "Judgment Mark"?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck..."
Mu Daxian started to curse him all over, as if he wanted to say all the swear words he had never said in his life in one breath.
"I said we were together, but we didn't even attract His attention. How come we attracted the attention of the lower angel sculpture? I didn't expect it was because of this thing!"
"He must have passed by that street lamp, and when you fell over there, you were contaminated by His remaining breath!"
"Damn it! I was wondering why the state of that street light was so weird!"
"It looks like the cafeteria is in danger too!"
Mu Daxian transformed into a great detective, connected the clues together, and quickly pieced together a fact that was close to the truth.
"You were fine originally, but you got hurt accidentally! Blood is the easiest to absorb supernatural properties, so you were contaminated!"
“Even though it’s just a wisp of His breath left, His person is still there!”
“So they’re chasing us!”
"They chase after His figure, but they are afraid of blaspheming Him, so when they see you, a 'thing' tainted with His aura, they are overjoyed..."
"What do they want to do... suck my blood?" Mao Feiyang was trembling with fear. "Why did they start acting like vampires when they were supposed to be angel statues?"
Seeing Mu Daxian's face gradually gloomy, Mao Feiyang felt guilty and wanted to cry, "Daxian, I... I, I didn't slip and get hurt on purpose..."
"Don't blame yourself. I don't blame you at all." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder.
Mao Feiyang gritted his teeth and said, "If not, just run away. I will lead them away by myself."
"Fuck, what nonsense are you talking about?!" Mu Daxian quickly comforted him, "Am I, Mu Daxian, such a person?"
"Although I often say 'I'll leave you alone and run away', you know, I'm just bluffing you... Besides, to be honest, it was me who led you down that path."
"Thank you... Thank you..." Mao Feiyang thanked him sincerely, but suddenly a bit of a mean spirit came out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but slur his words, "You can't see the angel statue now, which means you are 'marked', so even if I really sacrifice myself, it will be useless, right?"
The corners of Mu Daxian's mouth twitched fiercely: "What the hell are you talking about?"
Seeing that the atmosphere of desperate situation in which his big brother refused to abandon or give up was disrupted by himself, Mao Feiyang quickly shrank his neck and kept silent.
Lin Yi was also extremely embarrassed watching from the side, but he knew Mao Feiyang. Mao Feiyang was... just always prone to talking nonsense.
The key point is that he is very talkative, which often creates an awkward atmosphere. He is both a dog and a mean person, so he ranks second on Wei Shan's "List of People Who Should Be Executed".
"Let's go and change the elevator!" Mu Daxian pulled Mao Feiyang and ran all the way.
He increased his speed a bit, and the strong pulling force made Mao Feiyang frown, feeling that his arm was about to be torn off.
At this time, the fog had already flowed into the teaching building, and the corridor was filled with a turbid smell. Suddenly, thunder tore through the night sky, and the whole world flashed into a pale picture, casting the mottled shadow of the angel sculpture on the wall...
Soon the two arrived at the elevator at the other end of the 1st floor of Building A, and then decisively pressed the elevator button.
"Master, do we want to throw away the student commemorative coins?" Mao Feiyang asked while waiting for the elevator.
"Don't throw it away, it's not time yet!" Mu Daxian gritted his teeth and said, "Let me confirm one thing first!"
"I've always wondered why. Even if the angel statue wanted to attack someone, it should have come after me, not you. Even when I was at the stairs, I thought it was my problem."
"I didn't understand why until just now!"
"If it were me, the problem would be easy to solve, but their target is you!"
"Aren't you a target now too?" Mao Feiyang interjected weakly.
"Originally it wouldn't happen." Mu Daxian said unhappily, but he didn't dwell on the topic too much, because talking too much about it would affect his mood.
"I... I feel so weak, much weaker than before." Mao Feiyang's face was a little pale.
"This is what happens when your supernatural powers are sucked away. It's a normal phenomenon. Don't be afraid." Mu Daxian comforted her more than once.
"Afraid?" Mao Feiyang was stunned.
At this moment, there were a few flashes in the sky, and the pale light brought about another layer of shadows.
Five angel sculptures surrounded Mao Feiyang and Mu Daxian like a cross. At this moment, they no longer covered their faces with their hands. Instead, they tilted their bodies, stretched their necks, and put their heads next to Mao Feiyang. They closed their eyes, opened their nostrils, and their faces were full of enjoyment as if they had inhaled the delicious food.
They showed their teeth and claws but did not touch Mao Feiyang's body. They sniffed the scent from Mao Feiyang carefully, for fear of accidentally crushing Mao Feiyang.
The three lightning flashes were like three shutter clicks of a camera. In the three frozen-frame images, Mao Feiyang was still, but the five angel sculptures changed their movements four times. No matter which one it was, it revealed a weird and extremely broken style. Just one glance at it would make people feel creepy and their limbs cold.
The thunder dissipated, and there was silence all around, as if nothing happened.
But Mao Feiyang knew that the five normally invisible angel sculptures were treating him as a perfume bottle and greedily absorbing the extraordinary power in his body.
It would be fine if this scene was like the one in A Chinese Ghost Story where Xiao Qian seduces the soul, but it is more like the one in A Chinese Odyssey where the Black Mountain Demon sucks people's energy.
Not only that, it is even more twisted, corrupted, and insane. The key point is - there are five fucking Black Mountain monsters!
No wonder Mao Feiyang could have held on to play parkour with Mu Daxian for two hours during the teaching session, but now he felt as if his body was hollowed out after just a short while...
Who can bear this? !
Even if Elder Tang comes, you have to politely refuse him three times, right?
"Reciting sutras cannot save the soul"
"Poor Monk Can Do Nothing" "Goku, Take Out the Stick"
"Ding--"
The elevator has arrived.
“Clang—clang!”
The elevator door opens.
Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang looked into the elevator quietly for a second.
Then the two of them didn't even bother to say a word and turned around and walked away in perfect tacit understanding. This little combo was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
The number of Black Mountain demons has reached nine.
"Damn it, this is so unlucky..." Mu Daxian blurted out a new version of swear words that day.
"What...should we do?" Mao Feiyang asked weakly.
"How about... let's go to the elevator in Building B and have a look?" Mu Daxian said, and then added in a low voice, "I just don't know if you can handle it..."
"I don't think I can handle it..."
"I think you can try."
"You can't try this. If you try, you'll be gone."
"you sure?"
"How about I die right here in front of you?" Mao Feiyang wanted to slap himself after he said that. His mouth slipped just like when he subconsciously wanted to look at Him. He didn't think before his lips touched, and nonsense came out naturally.
"There is one more trick." Mu Daxian said in a deep voice.
"Master, I know. It's time to throw the student commemorative coins, right?" Mao Feiyang said, "Is this thing really so effective that it can even deal with angel sculptures?"
"Of course I can't do it." Mu Daxian shook his head and sighed, "The sculpture mentioned in the art student code, unless otherwise specified, refers to ordinary pseudo-people, that is, human-shaped sculptures."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because veteran art students have many ways to deal with sculptures, the Art Student Code is mainly for freshmen art students like you. If you can't deal with fake people, throwing away the student commemorative coins and taking the elevator directly back to the city is the most brainless way."
"The rules for art students won't give you too many complicated things. Many things are not written in the rules, but you will learn them after living in the art building for a while."
"After all, life is the best teacher."
"As for why I didn't mention the angel sculpture, the survival rate of art students who encounter the angel sculpture is almost..."
"zero."
Mao Feiyang: “?!”
Mu Daxian's expression was calm and gloomy, and he exuded a calm aura. Of course, this was mainly because Mao Feiyang was the main force that resisted the soul siphoning of the nine angel sculptures...
If he can really survive this time, then the actual combat case of "I, Mao Banxian, defend against nine angels alone" will also be a topic of conversation before and after meals.
"Here you go." Mu Daxian took out a student commemorative coin from his pocket and handed it to Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang: “???”
"From now on, do everything I say." Mu Daxian said in a deep voice, "I'm going to take you to do something tricky."
Lin Yi on the side glanced at the student commemorative coins in Mu Daxian's hand.
On the round badge surrounded by thorny vines is engraved Mu Daxian's art student number: "Yue-X0210905182".
Mu Daxian did not deceive his class teacher-039, his art student number is really this.
In other words, he did enter the school in X021 and has been at S City University for almost two years!
To be able to survive in such a place and reach this point, it goes without saying that Mu Daxian must have a lot of hidden cards.
Mao Feiyang quickly took the student commemorative coin from Mu Daxian.
"Put them together with yours, and then, you press them against your wound, and they will absorb the blood, almost as effectively as flushing with water."
"Okay." Mao Feiyang quickly did as he was told. "And then?"
"Then follow me, just walk like this." Mu Daxian said in a deep voice, "Let's... go find Him!"
"Ah?" Mao Feiyang was shocked, and then suddenly realized, "You want to live towards death?! This is what happens in many novels, but I didn't expect that I could really experience this kind of plot today!"
"How much do you really trust me? Are you starting to relax?" Mu Daxian's forehead was covered with sweat. "The protagonist of the novel has a cheat. Apart from Hua Tiandu, who is a destined villain bound to the protagonist, have you ever seen a character born to die?"
"Then we...?"
"I just want you to bleed faster so that you can soak the student commemorative coins."
"Ah?" Mao Feiyang was startled, his hands loosened a little, and his eyes immediately drilled in as if finding a needle through an opening, his pupils slightly condensed.
I saw that the two student commemorative coins seemed to be growing on the wound. On the edges of the student commemorative coins, countless blood threads extended from his wound like blood-red spider silk, piercing into the student commemorative coins like the roots of an old tree, and then continuously transported blood into the student commemorative coins.
The student commemorative coin seemed to come alive and began to beat slightly, like... a heart!
If you look more carefully, you will find that it is not the blood from the wound that is flowing into the student commemorative coin, but the student commemorative coin attached to the wound that is greedily absorbing his blood.
Mao Feiyang felt his eyes go dark and he exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my god! There are two more Black Mountain monsters!"
You have to hold on even if you can't, and you have to hold on until your death!
"Just think of it as having sex seven times in one night. Hang in there," Mu Daxian encouraged.
Mao Feiyang became more excited when he heard this, but it was short-lived: "If it really takes seven times a night, I'll accept it, but what about my sister?"
Mu Daxian took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You've been single for a long time. Don't you think... those angel sculptures still have their charm?"
"Just think of it as seven shots in the void."
"Brother... I just made a mistake in speaking, I wasn't talking nonsense..."
At this moment, there was a flash of lightning, and the nine angel sculptures flashed by like little piglets fighting for milk.
Mao Feiyang shivered and felt that if he couldn't do it, he would just leave it as it was. The angel sculpture... It was so abnormal and twisted that it was hard to get off!
Gradually, Mao Feiyang felt his heart beating stronger than before.
It was really strange. He had lost so much blood, why was he still like this? Could it be that he was just dying? Mao Feiyang clenched his teeth, feeling even more unwilling.
Just right, 4016 words, hehehe.
(End of this chapter)