Chapter 213 Category 4

Chapter 213 Category 4

Chapter 213 The Fourth Category

"Oh oh oh... No, no, let's go to the cafeteria." Mao Feiyang touched his arm and felt a little uncomfortable.

These numb pseudo-people look creepy, just like the wandering souls in the underworld queuing up to drink Meng Po soup.

Lin Yi's eyes lit up. Seeing this scene, he suddenly had a sense of closed loop - isn't this the scene where those fake people left the classroom before the sun came out?

Unexpectedly, he actually saw the situation outside the classroom from Mao Feiyang's perspective!
After leaving the classroom, some of these fake people went down the stairs and walked towards the green forest, while others walked towards the elevator.

He knew that the pseudo-humans who walked into the green belt would turn into a square of human-shaped sculptures during the day, while those who walked into the elevator would turn into soft clay and fill the entire elevator.

"That's not right!" Lin Yi suddenly asked a question. Even if Mu Daxian and Maozi really got the student commemorative coins and returned to the teaching building, they would take the elevator back to the art building. Why didn't they leave now? !

"Wait wait wait... Yeah! That's not right!"

"That's not right, Brother Xian!" As if they had a telepathic connection, Mao Feiyang also had the same question as Lin Yi at this moment -

"Brother Xian, why don't we take the elevator back now?"

Mao Feiyang asked a logical question.

"Yes, why not go back now?" This was also Lin Yi's question.

Since they were all going to take the elevator back here, why didn't they just go back now instead of going to the cafeteria to go back and forth? Unless there was something else going on? Lin Yi was puzzled.

Mu Daxian replied without hesitation: "First, the 'smell' of Him is too strong on you. If you take the elevator now and there are still those Sly Laughing Angels who haven't left, you will definitely die."

"Let's go to the cafeteria and take a walk. Not only can we get student commemorative coins, but we can also enjoy the lighting effects of the street lamps and wash away some of His aura."

"Second, I have a friend over there who might be able to help us treat the injury on our arm."

"The saying 'sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood' is just like this."

"Just because I said I would try to come back at 6 o'clock to catch the elevator, I can't assume that this is something that will definitely succeed."

"If we still can't catch up, then the two of us, each with an arm broken, will have to stay here until the next midnight..."

"Like me now, I can't use some of my trump cards, but if I can cure this 'baguette', it will be different." Mu Daxian flicked his left arm, and his hard left arm was like an authentic old baguette.

"Controllable risks like this must be reduced as much as possible, or... eliminated. Do you understand?"

"Oh - I understand!" Mao Feiyang looked suddenly enlightened.

The two of them went down the stairs and walked along the street lights.

I don't know when the storm stopped, and the fog gradually gathered back to the other side of the mountain, leaving only a thin layer of water vapor filling the campus, like dry ice.

A hint of paleness appeared on the mountainside in the east. The faint light of morning light had not yet penetrated the thick clouds, but the mountains had already taken on a gray-blue texture.

This is a sign of dawn.

Just like in all zombie movies, when the sun comes out it means "safety", the arrival of this ray of dawn also announces the brief disappearance of the terrifying phenomenon of last night, and the whole world seems to be covered with a hazy glow.

There was some water in the potholes on the cobblestone road under the steps, reflecting a wave-like halo under the street lights, like a mirror shattered on the ground.

There were a few crystal raindrops hanging on the outer wall of the teaching building. In the light of the street lamps, they looked like broken glass. They slid down the wall, making a faint dripping sound.

There was a moist scent in the air, a mixture of the smell of grass and soil, floating under the street lights.

The entire campus was immersed in the tranquility after the rain, everything looked very peaceful, and the only thing that had a strong sense of disconnection from the environment was probably the dense crowds of pseudo-humans.

These pseudo-people avoided the illumination of the street lamps and disappeared into the receding mist, like a group of fish escaping back into the sea when the tide receded.

Some fake people noticed Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, "looked" in their direction with empty eyes, and then continued to dive into the fog and head straight for the green forest belt.

"They won't attack us, will they?" Mao Feiyang asked worriedly. If they were surrounded by the fake people now, Mu Daxian would be in great danger considering his current condition.

Mao Feiyang is now just an underdeveloped auxiliary. It is too much to be considered as half a person's combat power. Most of the time, he is regarded as negative combat power.

Mu Daxian is a low-health big C with a debuff that causes him to continuously lose blood. No matter how high your economy is or how high your output is, you cannot recover your blood and cannot outlast the huge crowd.

Mu Daxian glanced at the fake man and replied calmly: "No."

He explained: "In their eyes, we are essentially the same as them, and we are considered the same kind... well, or we can be considered the same kind as them and can be used as food."

Mao Feiyang shuddered.

Mu Daxian said: "Don't be fooled by the fake people. They are purely creatures that rely on sensing. Their eyes cannot see people. The reason why they turn their heads is because some human instincts are still left in their bodies."

"This instinct is just like knowing how to 'move' or 'attack'. Just don't be fooled."

"Oh..." Mao Feiyang nodded, and suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, Brother Xian, if we lead the angel sculpture to the art building, can we run to the gallery to find the night watchman?"

"If it's the Night Watch... they should be very powerful, right?"

Mu Daxian slowed down his pace a little: "Night Watchman..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He didn't know whether he was recalling or triggered some emotion. "Since I entered the art building, I haven't seen him take action, but everyone is very afraid of him."

"He always seems to appear on certain lookouts, and sometimes he goes to the clock tower..."

"As his name suggests, he is like a watcher in the dark, guarding us where we cannot see."

"Is the night watchman the security guard at the Art Building?" Mao Feiyang asked, "I don't think I've seen any words like 'You can ask the security guard for help in the Art Building' in the Art Building Rules or the Art Student Rules."

Mu Daxian nodded: "I have never seen security guards in the Art Building. I heard that the security code clearly prohibits security guards from entering the Art Building, but I don't know the specific reason."

Mao Feiyang couldn't help but lean back and gasp, looking at Mu Daxian in disbelief: "Brother Xian...you even know the Security Rules?!"

"Well, I know a thing or two..." Mu Daxian waved his hands repeatedly, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK, "If you want to get along well in the campus, it's a good idea to know a little about the rules of other units, so that you can play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses at critical moments and take shortcuts."

Mao Feiyang opened his mouth: "Don't they say that the more you know, the easier it is to get confused?" "It depends on the person." Mu Daxian said, "The smarter the person, the easier it is to get confused. The dumber the person, the more they know. The hardest thing is to be smart and pretend to be dumb. This way you can switch back and forth, but it's the easiest way to get into trouble."

"Uh...Brother Xian, you must be the type who switches back and forth, right?" Mao Feiyang rarely wanted to flatter, but he found that it was particularly difficult to flatter this time.

To say that Mu Daxian is clever is equivalent to saying that he is easily confused.

To say that Mu Daxian knows a lot is equivalent to calling him stupid.

too difficult.

"That's not the case." Mu Daxian sneered, "I am the fourth type. I am smart, I know a lot, and I can switch back and forth."

Mao Feiyang: “…”

Six, six... After all this time, you keep citing three types of people here to praise yourself in disguised form?
So, Brother Xian, you are a family of three surnames... Mao Feiyang subconsciously wanted to spit out nonsense, but Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted something, and gave him a look, while reaching out for the drawing board.

"uh-huh?!"

Mao Feiyang quickly watched his nose and heart, and acted like a dog, keeping silent and following...

What followed was an ordinary journey. With the appearance of dawn, the entire campus became peaceful. The pseudo-people who had been tossing and turning for a whole night also retreated back to the green forest belt. During this process, Lin Yi also found that some pseudo-people were dragging some corpses.

The miserable condition of those corpses is not much better than that of the little genius back then. When the day breaks, they will become mutilated human sculptures.

The campus seemed to have been washed after the storm. The air was filled with a light mist and the scent of nature, and the wet cobblestone road seemed to be glowing.

Crystal clear water droplets hung on the leaves of the green forest belt, dripping from time to time with the gentle breeze of the morning, making crisp sounds.

“Swish…”

“Swish…”

For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether the sound was from leaves or from the fake people. Although the mountains were full of fake people, the whole environment gave Mao Feiyang a terribly cold feeling.

There's nothing we can do. There are a lot of dead bodies and only two living people. It's good enough that we don't feel creepy.

Mao Feiyang "exchanged" his gaze with a certain fake person, then retracted his gaze and looked at the street lights around the cobblestone road. He couldn't help but say, "Brother Xian, it seems that some street lights are out..."

Mu Daxian glanced around calmly and said, "It's a normal phenomenon. Although the street lights are always on between 18:00 and 6:00 the next day, they will go out under the influence of force majeure."

"For example, you explode a street lamp with your hands..." Mao Feiyang restrained himself all the way, but still couldn't help but blurt out some nonsense.

Mu Daxian frowned and said, "Why, you want to learn? I see you care a lot about it."

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and thought to himself, I really want to learn, but if I learn it, I can't leave. Is there any trick that can help me escape after learning a little bit...

Of course, he couldn't say this even if he was not careful. He even thought it was too cheap. If he said it, Mu Daxian would explode the gold coins on the spot before he could even explode the street lamp, and he would rub the street lamp pole and stick it over there...

Seeing Mao Feiyang being so "well-behaved", Mu Daxian softened his tone a little: "Street lamps have extraordinary power. When necessary, they can serve as a 'backup hidden energy' for us or the athletes."

"But this operation is like trying to create nuclear fusion because you don't have enough energy to fly your spaceship. It's like cutting off the fuel supply from the bottom of the pot. It will backfire badly on you. I won't do it unless it's absolutely necessary."

"What we just encountered with the Laughing Angel was a life-and-death situation. As long as we can survive, we can beat them to death. The measures we choose should be based on high efficiency and regardless of the cost."

"This is not a life-and-death situation, so we need to focus on maintaining our own condition. So let's go to the cafeteria first, heal our wounds, eat, and replenish our student commemorative coins."

Mu Daxian combined actual combat and calmly analyzed his own practices, imparting his experience to Mao Feiyang subtly.

It must be said that the Art Department will first teach you practical experience and then supplement you with theory. The main focus is on first-hand analysis and summary, reviewing the old to learn new things.

This method is impressive to learn and is very efficient, but it is a bit time-consuming.

"Besides that... huh?!" Mu Daxian suddenly frowned, and his sharp eyes like a hawk locked onto a street lamp not far away.

"Damn it! Everyone else has run away. Why are there still two stupid guys here?"

He sneered and walked quickly towards the lamppost.

I saw that the lamppost was dying, and next to it there were two pseudo-people, who were absorbing the extraordinary power of the lamp with fanatical looks on their faces, their eyes were extremely fanatical.

"Not enough... not enough..."

“I want to eat more…”

“We need more people…”

As they got closer, Mao Feiyang seemed to hear them talking, but when he looked closely, he found that their mouths barely moved, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

They didn't speak, so what did I hear?
At this time, Mu Daxian walked under the street light and said hello: "Hello."

One of the students immediately froze and turned towards him like a puppet, then his facial muscles moved awkwardly, and finally turned into a paralyzed smile: "Hey, classmate, you came at the right time, we..."

"Boom!"

The huge drawing board hit its head directly, and its head swung against the lamppost, deforming like a piece of cotton.

Mu Daxian can only use one hand, but the way he swings the animation board is quite similar to the grace of Yang Guo wielding the heavy black iron sword, which is "the heavy sword has no edge and is skillful and unskillful".

Before the two fake people could react, they were flattened by Mu Daxian under the lamppost.

Mao Feiyang quickly followed like a flying eagle, looking at the two fake people on the ground who no longer looked like human beings, and asked in confusion: "Brother Xian, didn't you say that you can't kill them? Why are you wasting your energy?"

Mu Daxian said calmly: "Unable to eliminate and unkillable are two different concepts...Different areas and objects, we can't generalize."

"Besides..." Mu Daxian suddenly paused.

Mao Feiyang quickly asked: "What else?"

Thanks to book friends "usjdnshhs" and "琳skylark" for their rewards! !
I took a day off on Sunday. I'm dizzy from working the night shift for a week. I need to take a break... Please forgive me, Orz
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