Chapter 211: Fanatic Mu Daxian
Chapter 211: Fanatic Mu Daxian
"The second type is the furious angels. They look like the little angels in Western murals, but are stronger and more violent. Their main targets are athletes and polluters who have forged their extraordinary powers into their bones and flesh like athletes."
"There is also a third type... The third type is the Alien Angel. Basically, all winged humanoid sculptures except the Sly Angel and the Wrathful Angel can be summarized as 'Alien Angels'."
"'Alien Angels' are the closest to 'Angels' in terms of characteristics. If you encounter them, the only way to survive is to find security or go to the gym."
"That's not right. Doesn't the rule say 'Never stay in the gymnasium area'?" Mao Feiyang raised a question.
Mu Daxian paused, then said: "First, the rules for art students are absolutely correct."
"However, the reason for this rule is that if art students stay in the gymnasium area, they may attract angry angels... This is one of the underlying logics behind this rule."
Mao Feiyang wondered, "If I run to the gymnasium when being chased by the alien angel, won't I be chased by the angry angel again... ah, I understand!"
Mao Feiyang clapped his hands and said, "Drive the tiger to devour the wolf, let the angry angel and the alien angel fight each other! Great idea, Brother Xian!"
Mu Daxian held his forehead in silence: "What a wonderful trick..."
"If you are chased by an alien angel, you will definitely die. If you are chased by an angry angel, you will definitely die. As the saying goes, the more debts you have, the less you worry. Since you are going to die anyway, there is no need to worry about it."
"And when you run to the gymnasium, you can call the PE teacher for help."
“This is a way to survive.”
"It would be better to go to a gymnasium with a clear goal than to look for security guards who could be anywhere on campus for help."
"Could we have done the same thing just now?" Mao Feiyang asked.
"You can, but it's not necessary." Mu Daxian waved his hand, "Just a few smiling angels, just sprinkle some water!"
Mao Feiyang couldn't help but take a look and blurted out some mean words: "Brother Xian, if you have the ability, use your other hand to sprinkle some water..."
Mu Daxian: “…”
"To be honest, I regretted it so many times this evening. Should I have risked my life to save you?" Mu Daxian gently stroked the drawing board as if he was stroking the edge of a guillotine, thinking to himself, I was just trying to show off, but you ruined my plan before I could even start to show off.
At times like this, all you need to do is look at me with admiration, everything else is unnecessary.
"You kid... you'd better not leave the Art Building." Mu Daxian sighed quietly, "You can still have a skill if you stay in the Art Building. If you leave the Art Building and go to the workplace, with your mouth, you will be unable to lick the bowl clean even if you beg for food."
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and almost subconsciously wanted to say a few nonsense to refute, but fortunately he held back this time.
So he just shrank his neck and looked obedient.
Seeing Mao Feiyang's expression, Mu Daxian couldn't help but soften his tone and continued with the previous topic: "When I met the first Smirking Angel just now, I wanted to take you to the elevator and leave before it started to attack."
"As a result, there were four people in the elevator, so I thought it might just be a coincidence, so I took you to find a second elevator."
Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang, and seeing that Mao Feiyang was listening silently without saying any more nonsense, he continued to explain:
"But there were also four Laughing Angels in the second elevator. I knew then that it would be useless to go to other elevators. It would only attract more Laughing Angels."
"It's worth mentioning that the target of those smiling angels in the second elevator has changed from you to us."
“That’s when I made the follow-up plan.”
Mao Feiyang listened silently, and Lin Yi also listened silently. For now, apart from learning such information through Mao Zi, he had no other channels to do so.
He had also corrupted the pseudo-people Ge Qing and Nie Yun, and knew the underlying logic behind Mu Daxian's actions, but it was obviously not enough to use the same method as that used to deal with the angel sculpture, so Mu Daxian took subsequent actions.
Mu Daxian said: "If we just throw the student commemorative coins out, the effect will be minimal. Angel sculptures are different from pseudo-humans and ordinary sculptures. Their goal is not 'identity credentials', but extraordinary power."
"So, I must use enough supernatural power to attract them."
"The student commemorative coins are made of a special material. They are a carrier of supernatural power that is more perfect than the human body. So using them can absorb the supernatural power in your blood."
"But that wasn't enough, so I rushed out of the teaching building in the rain to find a pseudo-freshman."
"The new pseudo-humans will follow the guidance of 'another calling' to extinguish the light of the street lamps and pave the way for the gray fog, so as long as they are not back in the classroom, they must be under the street lamps."
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and said, "What if there is no light under the street lamp?"
"If not, I will take you and run and run until we reach the gymnasium to ask for help."
Mao Feiyang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a strange look on his face.
Seeing this, Mu Daxian twisted his mouth and said disdainfully: "You don't think I can pick up the drawing board, snap it and deform it, then transform into a demon-slaying warrior and fight with the angel sculpture to save your life from danger, right?"
"Uh..." Mao Feiyang's eyes twitched slightly, and he continued, ignoring the part that Mu Daxian added to his drama, "So you found the fake person? You used cognitive pollution to disguise it as us, and it took our place to bear the pursuit of the Laughing Angel?"
"That's one of them."
"One? Is the second one related to the fact that you used your hand to explode the street lamp?" Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's left hand. That hand was half disabled, which was even worse than his own arm that was bleeding profusely.
"That's right." Mu Daxian said, "Because the Smiley Angel is not easy to fool, I want the two of us to escape without any omissions, and we only have one chance, if we lose the student commemorative coins, they will be gone forever."
"The first step is that the Laughing Angel appears in pursuit of Him, so we try to get close to Him to weaken His perception of us."
"Second step, we need a 'human unit' that looks similar to us to act as our stand-in."
"The third step is that this substitute must have enough extraordinary power in his body, and also have the 'aura' of you and me."
"Combining the above three elements, I will let you pour your blood on the student commemorative coin, so that the student commemorative coin can absorb the extraordinary power in your body and obtain your unique aura."
"Then, find a unit that has just been transformed from an intern into a pseudo-human, and use the 'human breath' that has not yet completely dissipated in its body to disguise itself as our two living bodies. At the same time, pseudo-humans have a natural desire and possessiveness for identity credentials. By making good use of this, with a little guidance, I can contaminate it into the way I want."
"The last step is to give it enough extraordinary power."
"If you want to make a balloon fly, you can't just throw the empty shell away, you need to inflate it."
"The student commemorative coins soaked in blood can provide some 'gas', but it is far from enough compared to what is in your body, so I took the risk of getting a light bulb." "The light bulb on the lamppost is not a real light bulb, but..." Mu Daxian paused here, "Well, you can simply understand it as a stone that carries extraordinary power. Yes, that's right, you can understand it as a stone, a fluorescent stone, a night-shining pearl, and other such stones."
"After they absorb enough 'light' during the day, they can form a field similar to the security field at a specific moment, which has a strong deterrent effect on units such as pure nocturnal species."
"That new pseudo-human has been absorbing the extraordinary power of the street lamp and has a certain degree of tolerance. I took the street lamp off and stuffed it into his stomach."
"In this way, this substitute is successful, but it is more appropriate to describe this fake person as a 'fake bomb', because it is like a lit firework, which will quickly wither after reaching its peak."
"So, after we finish with the substitute, we must immediately bring it to the edge of His domain and use the light and heat it releases when it reaches its utmost sublimation to attract the attention of the Laughing Angel. At the same time, we can cover our retreat and provide time support for me to overwrite the space."
"The above is the entire underlying logic of my previous bratty life."
"I can only say that each step seems simple but is actually not. Especially your part is more important. I didn't dare to tell you more at first because I was afraid that you would be overwhelmed with pressure after knowing it and that it would cause you to fail."
After hearing this, Mao Feiyang's confusion suddenly cleared up, but at the same time, he also realized a problem belatedly: "Brother Xian, are the things you just talked about on the cover of the book, or... in the book?"
Hearing this, the corners of Mu Daxian's mouth twitched fiercely. He walked over and put his arm around Mao Feiyang's shoulder, and said speechlessly: "No way, buddy... You even met the weird laughing angel, and you are still struggling with the problems in the book cover?"
Mao Feiyang: “…”
"If you insist on being entangled, then I can only tell you that this part belongs to the 'extracurricular teaching materials'." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the back, "Understand it yourself."
Mao Feiyang: “…”
At this moment, Mu Daxian's expression suddenly changed, and his whole body became still as if he were a sculpture.
"Brother Xian?" Mao Feiyang asked with concern.
"Shh--" Mu Daxian raised his hand to interrupt, then gently touched the wall, as if feeling something.
As if to confirm Mu Daxian's actions, a slight shock wave descended silently, like the pulse of the earth.
The teaching building was like a sleeping giant being gently awakened by this subtle vibration. Its skeleton began to emit a low creaking sound. The wall plaster on the wall trembled slightly, and the dust fell to the ground.
The dim corridor lights outside the dead end flickered, casting mottled shadows.
Mao Feiyang looked around, his face full of surprise and anxiety.
The drawing board and paint cans on the side slid gently on the floor tiles, making a slight friction sound.
The entire teaching building seemed both fragile and tough in this slight vibration, as if it was wrestling with the earth.
“This...?!” Mao Feiyang was terrified. He wanted to say “There’s an earthquake, run!” but when he saw Mu Daxian’s serious look, he had no choice but to stay where he was.
Soon, a heavy voice suddenly sounded outside the dead end.
“Boom!!!”
At the same time, Mao Feiyang felt that the teaching building under his feet was shaking violently, as if the Titanic had hit an iceberg.
"Oh my god, this, this, this, this, this...what the hell is going on?" Mao Feiyang lost his balance and bumped into the drawing board. Then he staggered and bumped into the wall before he could barely keep his balance.
Mu Daxian was much better than Mao Feiyang. As soon as he stabilized his body, he loosened his hand that was touching the wall. A look of surprise appeared on his face: "It should be the security guards who intervened in the battlefield!!"
But he immediately frowned again: "No, it seems that there are more than just security guards... there are other 'individuals'! What are they? What is going on..."
"Have the security guards come to attack the Laughing Angel?" Mao Feiyang asked.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious! It's not that simple!" Mu Daxian kept saying don't be anxious, but in fact he seemed very anxious. He now looked like an astronomer who had observed a comet, with a restless and anxious feeling, as if he wanted to verify something.
"Looking at this commotion, I guess there must be more than one security guard here... The security guards can deal with the angel statue, but they are not enough to expel Him!"
"What's going on...what's going on..."
Mao Feiyang was shocked and asked: "What on earth happened outside?!"
Mu Daxian groaned and said, "No, I have to go and see! I must go and see!"
As he spoke, he picked up the drawing board, his eyes showing a kind of pilgrimage-like enthusiasm: "Something incredible must have appeared!"
Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian was in a very bad state, and quickly pulled him back: "Brother Xian, what's going on, Brother Xian, don't be impulsive, the angel sculpture is still outside!"
Mu Daxian shook off Mao Feiyang's hand and said in a very serious tone: "After the "generals" enter the battlefield, the "soldiers" will not focus on the units that are also "soldiers". I will go out and take a look while it is dark... just a look!"
"This kind of scene is rare. I would be unwilling if I didn't see it with my own eyes. You wait here and don't come out."
"If I don't come back tonight, you go to the canteen by yourself tomorrow, take three student commemorative coins and run away. Don't go back to the teaching building. Go to the dormitory building and use the dormitory route to return to the art building. Then tell the art teacher that I have been 'purified.'"
Mu Daxian spoke very quickly, as if he was leaving his last words, and Mao Feiyang's eyelids twitched wildly.
But Mu Daxian didn't give Mao Feiyang any more chances to persuade him: "Xiao Mao, you don't understand. All individuals are chasing the light. It's just that most of the time we are more rational than the angel statues... But now it's different. That thing... If I can see it with my own eyes, it will be worth it even if I die."
"Don't worry, I'll probably be back."
After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he walked out of the dead end. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and took the drawing board off his body and threw it to Mao Feiyang.
"This thing is useless now. If I die, it will belong to you."
"Wait for my good news."
Mu Daxian turned and left. The moment he left the dead end, both Lin Yi and Mao Feiyang seemed to hear some kind of murmur from him, which sounded like singing or whispering:
""Engler Gr mOt lySet og gr ikkE p Avveie". "
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
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