Chapter 227 Please Help Me
Chapter 227 Please Help Me
When Lin Yi thought of this, his face gradually became gloomy.
It’s already late at this time. If we get lost in the green forest belt... even if Mu Daxian is a god of war, he will probably be in great danger!
Mao Feiyang also gradually realized that something was wrong, but just when he was about to quietly remind Mu Daxian that there was a problem, he saw Mu Daxian suddenly pull out the drawing board behind him and stick it into the ground. Then he heard a slight movement in his throat, and the sneer spread slowly like ripples:
"Okay, after following me for so long, you can come out now."
Mao Feiyang's eyelids twitched suddenly.
Lin Yi's mind was also suddenly buzzing with excitement - he was overthinking it! He was totally overthinking it!
"I still underestimated this great scholar Mu!"
Lin Yi couldn't help but feel ashamed. If he was a cuckold, he would have to punish himself with a tomato.
However, from the moment Mu Daxian finished speaking until his voice was completely buried by the soil, the surrounding green forest belt remained dead silent. Only the gradually cooling wind stirred the thin mist in the mountains, and a half-inch of desolation floated in the light of dusk.
"Come out, you've been following us from yesterday till today, and you still haven't figured out the positions of the hunter and the prey!"
Mu Daxian had a sneer on his lips as he slowly and calmly dipped his paintbrush into paint, like a painter sketching in the woods.
However, the surroundings were still dead silent, as if apart from the numerous human-shaped sculptures, there were no such stalkers as Mu Daxian mentioned.
"Alas..." Mu Daxian sighed helplessly, "I'll repeat myself three times... If you insist on trying, I can kill you."
He started to work, without any fancy moves. He just calmly painted on the drawing board, adding the scene he saw before him into the drawing board stroke by stroke.
But during the whole process, he cleverly used the flow of light, shadow and fog to draw some more vague street lamp poles on the drawing board.
When these lamp posts appeared under his brush, they looked like they existed and didn't exist at the same time, as if whether they existed or not was determined only by him, the painter.
"Here's your chance... Light up the lamp."
Mu Daxian dipped the paintbrush into golden paint, then changed from light strokes to heavy strokes and lit up all the street lights on the canvas!
At this moment, Lin Yi suddenly felt that the originally gloomy green forest belt also became brighter, and a warm glow instantly ignited the surrounding environment.
Mao Feiyang exclaimed, "It's on?! The street lights... are all on?!"
Lin Yi suddenly pulled his eyes away from the drawing board and looked around. He suddenly found that the surrounding environment seemed to be the same as before, but he didn't know when some street lamp poles appeared. At this moment, all these street lamp poles were lit up, directly illuminating the surrounding area of 100 meters with a yellow-orange color...
「Ah——ah——」
The humanoid sculptures nearby howled in pain. They had been hiding from the sunlight, waiting for the sun to set before coming out of the green forest. They were like rotten wood hiding in a damp warehouse waiting to mold. But now, in order to deal with the tracker, Mu Daxian directly used his "Sun Fist". Under this indiscriminate AOE, the nearby sculptures were in trouble before the tracker showed up...
Soon, the two of them rolled out from the cramped corner...
Mao Feiyang looked at it immediately, and his heart trembled - those two people were wearing the same dark green art student uniform as Mu Daxian, and it was obvious that they were also art students!
But as they appeared, Mao Feiyang immediately sensed the obvious "malice" emanating from them!
"Fake art students?!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed in shock. He reacted instantly and realized that these two guys seemed to be the fake art students who were frightened by Mu Daxian's pretense in the early morning and did not dare to take action.
At that time, Mu Daxian actually had no fighting ability and could only bluff. He only felt confident after asking Lao Mo to help him heal his arm.
He thought that the fake art student had been driven away by Mu Daxian, but he didn't expect that he was still unwilling to give up and kept following them.
What he didn't expect was that the people following them were actually two fake art students - he had always thought there was only one.
These two pseudo-human art students are obviously more resistant to light than human sculptures. Of course, it may also be because Mu Daxian's hand-painted works are inferior to the real sunlight...
But even so, these two fake art students still looked embarrassed after being exposed, and seemed extremely uncomfortable.
"Wait, wait a minute... This is only the third time!" One of the pseudo-human art students crawled on the ground, raised his hands and said with difficulty.
Mu Daxian looked at it coldly, with a cold smile on his face: "That's why I didn't kill them all."
He walked up to the fake art student, patted his face, and said contemptuously: "Do you really think I'm bluffing?"
The art student lowered his head, looked sullen and said nothing.
The other one gritted his teeth and said, "I've heard that Mu Daxian is known as an 'extraordinary art student' and once pushed the teacher to the ground and rubbed him. Now that I've fallen into your hands, I admit defeat! You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!"
"Ha, you're so courageous that I seem like a villain?" Mu Daxian sneered, walked over and stepped on the back of the fake art student, and suddenly removed one of his arms.
It's not the kind of dislocation that you take off, but it's just like taking apart a toy, it's directly removed.
What was strange was that after the pseudo-human art student's arm was removed, the cross-section of his shoulder showed visible texture of bones and flesh, and blood beads soon seeped out. However, as soon as these blood beads came into contact with the mist in the air, they quickly petrified and turned into a layer of pure white crystalline substance, like a layer of shell.
"Mu Daxian, what are you doing?" the fake art student shouted in humiliation. He struggled but couldn't get free.
"I want to discuss something with you." Mu Daxian said with a smile, "Don't worry, let me finish the work at hand first, and then I will talk to you slowly."
Mu Daxian said this as he removed another of its legs.
After completing this step, he removed one arm and one leg from another pseudo-human artist.
Mu Daxian casually threw their hands and feet aside. The two pseudo-human art students had no room to resist in the area set up by Mu Daxian, which fully demonstrated what the saying "fish on the chopping board" meant.
"If you want to kill us, just kill us. Don't torture us here!" The fake art student couldn't bear the humiliation. He struggled to get up from the ground, jumped on one foot and flew up to bite Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian picked up its feet and used them as a stick, knocking it to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my foot, be careful!" Another somewhat timid pseudo-human art student shouted hurriedly, looking at the piece of debris flying off his foot, his face full of heartache.
"Oh, it looks like we have something to talk about." Mu Daxian looked at the cowardly fake art student with a smile, "I came to you because I want to ask you to do me a favor."
"Help? This is not the attitude you should have!" the fake art student next to him cursed.
Mu Daxian frowned, went over and removed its other hand and leg, then pressed its face into the pile of dead leaves.
"Noisy."
He felt dissatisfied again, so he stomped his feet twice more, and then he came to the cowardly fake art student with satisfaction.
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Mu Daxian was notorious in the art building. The fake art student didn't dare to deal with Mu Daxian in the first place. Now he was frightened by Mu Daxian's aura and trembled all of a sudden: "That...you, what do you want me to do..."
Mu Daxian did not hesitate and directly took out four petrified light bulbs from the cloth bag and threw them in front of it.
“Could this be…?” The fake artist’s expression changed.
"That's right, it's the light bulbs." Mu Daxian said, "The light bulbs are broken, I would like to ask you to do me a favor and recharge them for me." "This...how can I do this?" The fake artist looked bitter.
"No way?" Mu Daxian reached out and touched its other arm.
"Ah, yes, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
"Oh, that's right!"
"But a good cook cannot cook without rice... I can cook, I can cook, I can cook... Stop, stop, stop!" With tears in its eyes, it looked at the arm that had been removed by Mu Daxian, and felt that there had never been such a dark day in its artistic life.
"I told you I can cook now." It felt like it was about to cry.
"I just... couldn't control myself!" Mu Daxian smacked his lips.
"But... even if you want to recharge, it will take time, and your four light bulbs... require a lot of resources..."
"How about I come to you?" Mu Daxian said bluntly, "Don't think I don't know that you have some underworld stuff in the deep forest. You can take the light bulb with you and secretly steal some energy, which is enough to charge it."
The fake art student's expression changed again: "How do you know...you are lying to me?!"
"I lied to you!" Mu Daxian grabbed its arm and slapped it twice, "Do I still need to lie to you? Just tell me whether you will do it or not!"
"I……"
"If you guys eat your own food, it's not really stealing, right?" Mu Daxian's tone suddenly softened, as if it had a bewitching power to bewitch people.
"This……"
"Besides, you are the non-renewable resource. What is more important than your life?"
"emmm..."
"Besides, what does this amount of resources mean to you? Just four light bulbs, right?"
"Okay, I'll do it!" The fake art student gritted his teeth and succumbed to the tyranny of Mu Daxian.
"Asshole, you were actually convinced by just a few words! You are a disgrace to us fanatics!!"
The buried pseudo-art student struggled hard and finally pulled himself out from the dead leaves and dirt. Then he looked at Mu Daxian and shouted angrily: "I can do this kind of thing! I am more conscious!!"
"..."The corners of Mao Feiyang's mouth twitched violently, and he thought that this kind of operation of saying submissive words in the toughest tone really opened my eyes.
Mu Daxian remained calm, scanning them with interest, and said with a half-smile, "But for such a small matter, I don't think I need two people."
"you……?!"
"Hey! I have an idea!" Mu Daxian snapped his fingers.
The next moment, he disassembled the two pseudo-human artists into "parts" on the ground, and then assembled them by himself. Finally, he used the parts of the two pseudo-humans to assemble a pseudo-human with two heads and the remaining broken limbs on the ground.
After finishing, Mu Daxian looked at his "masterpiece", clapped his hands in satisfaction, and said narcissistically: "I have to say, if the teacher saw my masterpiece, he would not give me a zero for the lesson "Transportation and Assembly of Sculptures"... I didn't waste any parts at all!"
The two-headed pseudo-men were looking at the madman Mu Daxian and the "unwasted parts" all over the floor with horror. They were holding four street lamps and trembling, not daring to say a word.
Mu Daxian glanced at them calmly and said, "What are you still standing there for? If you don't come back before the street lights on the campus come on, I will throw these parts of yours out."
"After night falls, these pseudo-human sculptures all over the mountains will definitely be very interested in your small parts."
He showed a cruel smile and folded his arms. In the eyes of the pseudo-human art students, he looked like a big devil who was playing with everyone.
The fake art student ran away in a panic holding the street lamp.
Looking at its back, Mu Daxian sneered, put the parts together, and sat on it as a bench.
It was only then that Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian had "come back" a little bit...
Just now, he really looked like a limb-cutting maniac...
"Brother Xian..." Mao Feiyang asked cautiously.
"What's wrong? You're so timid, which is unlike you." Mu Daxian smiled and patted the seat beside him, "Come and take a rest."
"Oh." Mao Feiyang moved over and sat down obediently, with his hands placed neatly on his knees, as well-behaved as a young bride who has not yet married.
"What's going on?" Mu Daxian couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder, scaring Mao Feiyang so much that he jumped three feet high, and almost kowtowed to Mu Daxian, "No, don't tear me down, Brother Xian!"
Mu Daxian: “…”
"Come here."
"Okay!"
"..."
"I still like your bitchy and mean look. How about you...recover a little?"
Mao Feiyang coughed dryly, took a deep breath, and then said, "Uh...Okay, actually Brother Xian, I don't quite understand."
Seeing that Mao Feiyang had indeed "switched" back, Mu Daxian nodded and said, "You go ahead."
"Brother Xian, aren't you afraid that they will run away with the street lamp?"
"Don't worry. If they run away, I'll use their parts to feed the pseudo-human sculptures and then activate the backup plan."
"Brother Xian, the backup plan you mentioned, isn't it... still about blowing up the street lamp with your hands?"
Thanks to the book friends "usjdnshhs" and "马泰弱鸡" for their rewards!!
(End of this chapter)