Chapter 210: 3 Angel Sculptures
Chapter 210 Three Angel Sculptures
"Don't doubt it anymore." Mu Daxian said quickly, "You overwrote this thing. If you doubt it, it will weaken and disappear."
Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder and said, "Let's dry the clothes first... You seem to have a lot of questions, so I can explain them to you slowly."
"Well, okay." Mao Feiyang nodded seriously.
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang and thought that although Mao Feiyang was a bit of a bastard, he was really spiritual. His extraordinary performance at the critical moment was as outrageous as if he was possessed by the god of death.
Mao Feiyang walked around in this narrow dead end, marveling at the walls that could remain bright and warm without any light.
"Brother Xian, you are the real art teacher..." Mao Feiyang sighed, and finally attributed the credit to Mu Daxian.
This quick-learning skill is really no less than the famous teacher Kaido's one-click triple combo.
Mu Daxian shook his head slightly: "If there is fire in your heart, you can see the light."
Mao Feiyang couldn't help but hissed: "Brother Xian, you are not a metaphysical practitioner, are you? I heard that no matter whether you are an artist or a scientist, you will eventually become a metaphysical practitioner..."
Mu Daxian glanced at him and said: "Painting is a kind of bond that allows us to make immature use of our own extraordinary power."
“It amplifies certain deep desires within you and allows you to channel and release them in your own way.”
"Don't you think this light and temperature are familiar?"
Mao Feiyang was slightly startled when he heard this. After pondering for a while, his pupils gradually dilated: "Brother Xian, are you talking about... street lights?!"
Now this dead end is like a space illuminated by street lamps. Both the light and heat are exactly the same as when it was illuminated by street lamps. The only different and weird thing is that there are no street lights here!
There are no street lights here, but he is the street light.
Mu Daxian said: "Painting is not something created out of nothing, and we are not the magic brush Ma Liang... We are just the carriers of extraordinary power and the reconstructors of artistic symbols, that's all."
"I understand every word you said, but when you put them together, why don't I understand anything?" Mao Feiyang said blankly, "Anyway, now, no matter what, I am just acting as a street lamp, right?"
"more or less."
"Will I become a street lamp directly?" Mao Feiyang suddenly panicked. He still remembered that the light bulb was still glowing after Mu Daxian took it out of the street lamp cover. Could it be that the street lamp poles were directly filled with polluters?
He thought of the method of hitting a living stake in Lu Ban's book, and suddenly felt a chill.
"What are you thinking about? No way." Mu Daxian was speechless. Mao Feiyang's mind was really jumping.
"Okay..." Mao Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
An atmosphere of people drinking wine around a fire began to emerge in the dead end.
Soon, Mu Daxian began to take off his clothes. He first hung his coat and trousers on the drawing board to "warm up by the fire", leaving only a small pair of underwear to cover his private parts.
Mao Feiyang hurriedly did as he was told. This place was like a heater now. If he didn't take off his clothes and dry them, he would be exposed to the cold and heat and become a steamed crab.
The two of them were busy, looking at each other's bodies, and suddenly felt a strange sense of charm, and some BGM that shouldn't have appeared seemed to linger in their minds...
"Get out." 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 paced in the dead end, then suddenly thought of something and took off his shoes and socks.
The not-so-spacious space was immediately filled with a 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 pure manly athlete's foot instantly entangled with each other, and the dead end began to mutate into a biogas tank...
The original atmosphere of drinking wine around the fire suddenly exploded, and it became the feeling of boiling shit around the fire, the feeling of a warm sauna, and also the feeling of entering a nuclear reactor...
Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang's faces changed slightly, but as if they were competing secretly, they breathed calmly and neither of them admitted defeat.
Lin Yi was really convinced by what he saw. Was this a competition to see who could withstand the other's athlete's foot better?
Damn, can this be a competition?!
He couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, then recalled Mao Feiyang's actions just now, thoughtfully.
He actually didn't see how Mao Feiyang did it, but he could vaguely sense some changes in Mao Feiyang, and Mao Feiyang at that time really seemed like a different person...
The only thing he could think of was that Maozi had really awakened some potential in the critical moment and stimulated the so-called "artistic cells" in his body.
There is a sentence in the Art Student Code: [Each art classroom has a passage leading to an observation deck. During 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 powers.
Even if one 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 from the behavior of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, the function of the drawing board does not seem to be for painting, but to strengthen the art students' awareness of the fact that they are "painting". Then, through the act of "sketching" in painting, they depict their own overwriting of a certain area on the drawing board, and through an unknown method, guide the extraordinary power in the body to be projected into the area to complete the overwriting of reality.
It's outrageous, but it seems to be the case.
There is a feeling of modifying reality, but... Lin Yi feels that it is not the case.
"Is this really what Mu Daxian said about 'reconstruction'? Temporarily modifying some spatial positions to achieve certain effects temporarily?"
When Lin Yi thought of this, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling——
Modify the spatial position, reconstruct the environment...
Why do I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity?
hiss……
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he almost couldn't help snapping his fingers!
"Oh my god! Isn't this my world?!"
When Lin Yi "awakened" to "My World" for the first time, he spent a lot of effort to re-edit the corridor bridge and the teaching building, reconstructing it into an abstract and three-dimensional castle that transcended cognition and subverted common sense. It is somewhat similar to the way Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang deal with space today.
The only difference is that Lin Yi was unable to project it into reality.
"Wait... I awakened 'My World' on the afternoon of May 5th. Judging from the time, it seems to be later than Maozi..."
"If I have to say, those changes seem to have occurred after I woke up on the morning of May 5th..."
"Could it be that Maozi transmitted not only the 'pollution', but also some of his extraordinary characteristics?"
Just like the pollution at the beginning, after it was transmitted to Lin Yi, Lin Yi felt very uncomfortable that night. If he hadn't pulled himself back at the critical moment, coupled with 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 the pollution in his own way.
Is it the same now?
The "characteristics" transmitted by Mao Feiyang became the fuse for him to awaken his own "supernatural characteristics".
The reason for this change may be the result of the integration of multiple complex factors, such as the identity of an experiencer who carries the atmosphere of an art building that does not belong to this depth?
This is like a palette, which expands by deepening cognition, and then absorbs pigments from outside the palette. With the addition of new pigments, the palette gains the possibility of mixing new colors...?
Is that right?
...That's it.
"If there are any changes, I shouldn't be the only one affected. I should go back and ask Master Tian and the others..." Lin Yi thought so, and suddenly he felt something was strange. There was clearly blue steam from the Sports Department on Wei Shan's body. Could this have been brought by the Russians?
Green breath causes blue pollution?
If this is really the case, it can only be explained by what Mu Daxian said about the two sides of the same coin.
The same extraordinary power, based on the characteristics of the bearer showing different directions, thus giving rise to the art branch and the sports branch.
Lin Yi couldn't tell whether this was the principle. He felt that even if his guess was not complete, it should be very close to the truth.
"So we're all in the same dormitory, so we're all fucking kin? One person pollutes five others?"
"What about Ryoko? What's with Ryoko? She doesn't fit in with us!"
Lin Yi curled his lips. Liangzi, this guy... is like an onion. Every time you think this is him, he always smiles and takes off a layer, revealing a brand new side, giving you countless unexpected little surprises.
He no longer believed that Wei Liang had relied on luck to get through the last seven days, but no matter what he could not understand what was going on with Wei Liang.
Nothing is understandable at all, and it is becoming increasingly incomprehensible.
In addition, he also found that the rules and regulations on campus had completely different orientations for art students and those for the experience side.
The rules for the experience students seem to focus on sticking to the rules. If you have any problems, report to the teacher and 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, they can go to the art teacher first and then report to the art teacher after solving it.
Because compared to the experience students, art students have to follow very few rules. So far, he knows only two rules of the Art Department.
At this moment, Mu Daxian's voice slowly sounded: "By the way, did you have anything you wanted to ask me just now?"
The clothes were almost dried, and after Mu Daxian put them on one by one, he took off the last piece of clothing that was next to his body...
"Damn, you're taking this off too?!" Mao Feiyang was anxious.
"You've already been through a life-and-death situation, and you're scared by taking off your pants. How hypocritical." Mu Daxian squinted at him.
Mao Feiyang was speechless, but after thinking about it, he followed suit and said, "Me too."
After putting on his clothes, Mu Daxian began to pick up the paint cans on the ground, screwed on their lids one by one, and then put them back into the cloth bag.
Mao Feiyang also went to help.
"Actually, ever since we encountered the angel sculpture, I've been a little confused about what you're doing." Mao Feiyang expressed his doubts while cleaning up.
"I know. At first, we went to the first floor of Building C to use the remaining aura of the security guards to cover our own aura. Then we cleaned the wounds to weaken the contaminated aura. We also changed places to pull those purebred nocturnal species."
"But then, the student commemorative coins can distract the angel statues. Why don't we throw the student commemorative coins out of the elevator to distract them, and then take the opportunity to get into the elevator and escape?"
What Mao Feiyang was referring to was the second time the elevator was opened.
"Because it doesn't work."
"no?"
"You only saw the angel statue chasing the student commemorative 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 based on 'experience', not on 'standard practices for encountering angels' or anything like that."
"Whether you are an art student or a sports student, the survival rate of encountering an angel sculpture is extremely low, because even if you know what to do, your body may not have enough strength to act."
"When you encounter angel sculptures, the first thing to do is not to panic. First, determine what kind of angel sculptures they are."
"Are there 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 they were coming for me, but I didn't expect that they were targeting you."
"Because whether from the perspective of 'supernatural power' or 'damn it', I am worse than you..."
Mao Feiyang whispered: "Brother Xian, don't belittle yourself and don't say that about yourself..."
Mu Daxian glanced at him and said, "But it turns out that it is indeed an angel sculpture for art students. Also, I don't know why, but it seems that you are more 'deserving of death' than me...
Mao Feiyang: “…”
"Hey! Can we say something auspicious? Are there any differences between the various angel sculptures?"
"One is the Laughing Angel. They look like they are crying with their hands covering their faces, but in fact, their faces behind their hands are covered with strange smiles. When they first appear, they have their backs to people. Their main goal is to absorb the extraordinary power in the bodies of the contaminated people."
"When the extraordinary power in the body of a polluter is extracted, they will be pulled into their layers when it falls below a certain threshold, and then die in a particularly painful way and turn into a sculpture."
Hearing these words, a picture flashed through Mao Feiyang and Lin Yi's minds at the same time - walking up the basement floor of the teaching building, at the end, there was 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's how they died?
Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up—wait!!
"If Maozi had just encountered the Laughing Angel alone, would he have subconsciously returned the way he came and ran upstairs when he saw the 'Laughing Angel'?"
"Given Maozi's characteristic of reacting faster than his brain, it is very likely..."
"And the stairwell has some problems due to the falling of the layers, and the Smiley Angel is pulling people down the layers. It is not impossible for Maozi to enter the stairwell, and then..."
"Become one of those statues!"
Thanks to book friends "usjdnshhs" and "琳skylark" for their rewards! !
(End of this chapter)