Chapter 208: 1 Wave of Fun

Chapter 208: 1 Wave of Fun

Chapter 208 A wave of excitement

"I..." the fake man began.

"Your student ID card was dropped. Luckily I picked it up, otherwise you would be dead!" When Mu Daxian spoke to the fake person, there was a strange demonic quality in his voice. Even Mao Feiyang, who was standing next to him, felt frightened when he heard it.

Mu Daxian spoke in the tone of an old acquaintance, a good gentleman. While speaking, he looked at Mao Feiyang and gave him a look.

Mao Feiyang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood what Mu Daxian meant. He quickly pulled the two student commemorative coins off the wound.

"Hiss..." There were countless blood threads connecting the student commemorative coin and Mao Feiyang's wound. Pulling it felt like pulling something off a spider web. It looked hideous and terrifying, and Mao Feiyang gasped in pain.

A gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. With a little effort, he plucked them off like picking fruits and handed them to Mu Daxian.

Lin Yi looked at the student commemorative coins in Mao Feiyang's hand. At this moment, the two student commemorative coins had completely lost the appearance of coins. They looked bulging, like animal hearts with hideous blood vessels. They were even beating "thump thump" in Mao Feiyang's hand, as if they really had life.

Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes, took the student commemorative coin, and then gritted his teeth and stuffed it into the fake person's hand, and then changed his tone to say with concern: "Take a look at it, if you accidentally drop it next time, I won't be able to help you."

As he said this, he slowly let go of the pseudo-man, then pulled him up from the ground in a friendly manner.

The fake person was obviously stunned. He stood there for a long time without recovering from his shock. He just looked at the student commemorative coin in his hand that looked like a heart, and his eyes gradually revealed a sickly fanatic look...

"I am... I am... Mao... Fei... Yang..."

"I am Mao Feiyang, I am Mao Feiyang! I am Mao Feiyang!!!"

"You are 'Mao Feiyang', what are you howling for?" Mu Daxian kicked him and scolded him with a smile, "Hurry back to the teaching building. It's raining so hard, why are you staying here? Aren't you afraid of getting wet?"

The fake person said: "Yes, yes, yes... You are right. It is raining so hard, I should go back to the teaching building to take shelter from the rain!"

"Yes! Let's go quickly!" Mu Daxian urged.

The fake man took awkward steps and slowly walked out of the illumination range of the street lamp.

At this time, thunder tore through the night sky, and black and white intertwined in an instant. Lin Yi discovered that the nine angel sculptures around him all had a trace of confusion on their faces, and they could not tell who the real Mao Feiyang was.

"Student commemorative coins can be used like this?" Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian, his eyes full of shock, "You found a fake person to replace our "identities" and die? It's really a trick!"

Mu Daxian looked at the back of the fake man. He was holding the lamppost with one hand and was shrouded in soft light, like a ship standing on the mast with a storm above its head on an endless journey.

The storm soaked him completely, his hair stuck to his forehead. His eyes were calm and composed, and he was thinking about every step forward.

"Don't be too happy too soon, the fun has just begun!"

After saying that, he half-crouched down, then pushed off the ground with his legs and jumped up suddenly, then reached out and pierced the lampshade of the lamppost, grabbed the "light bulb" in his hand, and pulled it out!
By the time he fell to the ground, he had already taken the "light bulb" out of the lamppost.

Mao Feiyang looked at the "light bulb" in shock. He didn't expect that this thing could glow out of thin air.

"Isn't this a light bulb?"

"Let's go!" Mu Daxian was unusually frugal with his words. He was unwilling to say a word more. He grabbed the "light bulb" and followed the fake man's steps.

Mao Feiyang hurried to catch up, and then he soon noticed that Mu Daxian was hissing with cold air at the corner of his mouth, and his expression seemed extremely painful.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Daxian's palm, only to see that Mu Daxian's hand holding the light bulb was emitting white smoke as if a flare had been lit. This blended into the storm and the surrounding fog, and it was not clear for a while, but he still observed it with his own perception.

He really wanted to say something, but he knew that Mu Daxian would definitely not have time to pay attention to him, so he suppressed all the words in his heart and followed Mu Daxian silently.

His intuition told him that the damage caused by the light bulb to Mu Daxian might be far greater than the damage he suffered from the angel sculpture's absorption of supernatural powers along the way.

They quickly followed the fake people back to the teaching building. The fake person in front had a stiff posture, while Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang behind were like Jiumozhi and Duan Yu who were on their way to Yanziwu when they suddenly encountered a storm and had to hide in the Xiaopo Temple.

Duan Yu in the film looks like a skinny little black monkey, and Jiumozhi is a fucking version of a man who has gone astray while practicing the Burning Wood Sword Technique...

"'Mao Feiyang' 'Mao Feiyang', slow down, slow down!" Mu Daxian followed him "breathlessly".

The fake person in front indeed paused.

After this pause, Mu Daxian pressed it to the ground again, and then stuffed the light bulb in his hand directly into its mouth!!!

I don’t know how much force Mu Daxian used, but he actually reached out and pierced the pseudo-man’s throat directly, stuffed the light bulb directly into its stomach, and then pulled his hand out as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this scene, Mao Feiyang behind him felt so upset that he almost vomited stomach acid.

The fake person still looked confused, as if he was blissfully unaware of what was happening.

After doing all this, Mu Daxian directly picked up the fake person from the ground, identified His position, and then rushed over.

"Xiao Mao, catch up, quickly!" He just urged, not caring whether Mao Feiyang caught up or not - because time waits for no one!

As he ran at full speed, the distance between him and Him shrank at a very fast speed. When he was about to rush into His territory, he braked suddenly and threw the pseudo-man out like a javelin thrower.

"'The decision is yours, go ahead, Mao Feiyang'!!!"

His goal is not to throw the false man to Him, but only to throw Him into His realm.

The pseudo-man drew a perfect parabola in the dark night, and just as thunder flashed, white light illuminated the sky. The static scene of nine angel sculptures rushing towards the pseudo-man was frozen in the black and white image. It was beautiful, cult, weird and strange, like the shadows of angels and fallen things reflected in hell in religious murals, chasing the devil's sacrifice.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Mao Feiyang's mind, shocking his little heart - it turned out that this was all there was to Mu Daxian's life!

This... is too incredible, right?!
But the more incredible thing is yet to come——

"Damn, stop daydreaming and come here!" Mu Daxian's voice was filled with an urgent call, which instantly awakened Mao Feiyang who was shocked into a daze - Mu Daxian's work was not over yet.

Mu Daxian was seen running to a dead end near the corridor bridge of the teaching building, then he opened the drawing board, took out a few paintbrushes from the cloth bag and put them in his mouth, then he unscrewed the lids of a few paint cans and placed them on the ground.

He didn't use a palette, but just dipped the brush into the paint and painted on the blank canvas. He looked like an immature painter, making strokes here and there, and soon the paint covered almost the entire canvas.

Then, he began to stir the paint on the canvas with an even more frantic and sloppy brushstroke.

At this moment, even though Mao Feiyang was a layman in painting, he was stunned by Mu Daxian's painting technique - Mu Daxian actually used the drawing board as both a palette and a canvas...

Madman, this is simply a pure artistic madman!

No one dares to draw like this!
Especially for something like painting, which is very particular about the angle and changes of light and shadow, there is no way to mix colors while painting. What's more, Mu Daxian only has one chance!
But as Mu Daxian continued to paint, the things on the drawing board gradually became real.

He discovered that what Mu Daxian had drawn was actually the dead end next to the corridor bridge of the teaching building in front of him!

Mu Daxian's paintings are hyper-realistic, but Mao Feiyang found that the dead end painted by Mu Daxian seemed different from the one he had just seen.

It's different, but I can't feel the difference.

He then turned his eyes away from the drawing board and looked towards the dead end ahead...

"Ah?!!!" Mao Feiyang opened his mouth wide and rubbed his eyes hard.

What did he see? !

The dead end in front of me was exactly the same as the one Mu Daxian had drawn!
This is an extremely abstract way of expression. Usually when someone is painting, we would say that what you painted is similar to this, but now it’s different, it’s the opposite of Tian Gang!
This teaching building is a dead end, it looks similar to the one you and Mu Daxian drew!

"Shit! How could this happen...?!" Mao Feiyang felt horrified. Was there something wrong with his cognition? !
"Done, let's go!" Mu Daxian put away the drawing board and called Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang's mind was in a mess and he could only follow Mu Daxian in a daze into a dead end.

A magical and strange scene appeared. Mu Daxian, who was walking in front, bumped into the wall at the end of the dead end, and then went in just like Harry Potter entering platform nine and a quarter.

Mao Feiyang subconsciously froze in front of the wall.

But Mu Daxian's hand suddenly emerged from the wall, grabbed his collar at chest and pulled him in.

When he passed through the wall, he only remembered a warm and cool feeling passing through his body. When he came to his senses, he found that he was still in a dead end, but the dead end he was in now seemed to be the real end of the dead end.

"Just now, what... happened?" Mao Feiyang's head was buzzing. Ever since Mu Daxian said he was going to do something naughty, he couldn't understand Mu Daxian's behavior.

Not only can I not understand what he is doing, I can't understand what he has done, what he is going to do, and finally, what he has achieved.

It was not until this moment that Mu Daxian fell to the ground with a plop, then supported his knees with his right hand and gasped violently. But after gasping for three or four breaths, Mu Daxian seemed to feel unsatisfied, so he simply leaned back and lay on the ground with his legs spread out like an old turtle, turning into a big character.

“Hahaha…” He laughed softly and spit out the paintbrushes in his mouth to the side, “Xiao Mao, we are safe for the time being!”

Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian lying in an unpresentable posture, and suddenly noticed the latter's left hand...

Mu Daxian's left hand showed an extremely strange blue-gray skin texture, like stone, and there was some sticky liquid on his arm, as if it was stuck with mucus when it was smashed into the pseudo-human's stomach...

Despite this, Mu Daxian's arms were still able to move freely, but if you look closely at his palms, you will find that they are pitch black, as if they were about to be burned through...

Seeing Mao Feiyang was stunned, Mu Daxian didn't care much at first. After he had relieved some of his fatigue, he slowly asked: "By the way, what did you say just now? Xiao Mao? Xiao Mao? Xiao..."

"Uh..." Mao Feiyang was awakened, and without paying attention to the topic "just now", he stared directly at Mu Daxian's arm, worried and hesitant, "Daxian...you, your hand?"

Mu Daxian glanced at his hand, grabbed the air with his five fingers, and said with a wry smile: "It's just a serious injury, a small problem."

"This...is this still a small problem?"

"As long as people are alive, nothing is a big problem."

Mao Feiyang was infected by Mu Daxian's spirit. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He just stared at Mu Daxian's left hand silently.

Mu Daxian felt very uncomfortable with Mao Feiyang's gaze. In the movie A Chinese Odyssey, the second in command played by Uncle Da said to the first in command played by Master Xing, "Cut it off, it's all burnt"...

He also wanted to say that it was a bit brittle, but it was still usable.

But when he saw Mao Feiyang's mean look, Mu Daxian wanted to say only one thing - where is my drawing board? !
"Breaking the street lamp with my hands and getting just this result is already pretty awesome." Mu Daxian finally didn't copy the drawing board because he was too tired. His whole body was sore and numb, and his body felt like it was falling apart. His brain power was also extremely depleted, so he could only talk briefly with Mao Feiyang.

"Forget it. You won't understand if I tell you this now. You will know later how awesome your brother Xian is."

"No need for later, I think you're awesome right now, you're simply a superman!"

"Superman is very tired. Now I want to turn over and draw three cards and then pass a round." Mu Daxian stuck out his tongue tiredly, indicating that he really wanted to turn over and sleep where he was for the night.

"Brother Xian, don't be like this. Aren't we going back to the Art Building?" Mao Feiyang sat down next to Mu Daxian and asked.

"Going back to the Art Building?!" Mu Daxian's eyes widened. "Wake up, Xiaomao, there are angel sculptures everywhere outside!"

"Ah... Oh oh oh, you're right." Mao Feiyang nodded, thinking that there were four angel sculptures in one elevator, such a configuration that even Jesus would have to stay for a night before leaving.

But if I don’t leave today...do I really have to spend the night in the teaching building?
More precisely, stay here overnight?

Do you really just turn over and draw three cards and then pass a round?
(End of this chapter)