Chapter 228 You know too much

Chapter 228 You know too much

Chapter 228 You know too much

The corners of Mu Daxian's mouth twitched violently, and he pursed his lips without answering.

When Mao Feiyang saw this scene, he knew that he had guessed right. Mu Daxian was indeed a habitual offender of blowing up street lamps with his hands...

Mao Feiyang saw that the atmosphere was not right, so in order to prevent Mu Daxian from picking up the fake artist's parts and hitting him twice, he quickly found a topic to talk about: "Brother Xian... do you think they will do something tricky? Can the fake artist really be trusted?"

To Mao Feiyang's surprise, Mu Daxian said, "Actually... it is credible to a certain extent."

"The only difference between us and them is our faith."

"They insist that becoming their form of life is an evolution, and they want us all to 'evolve'... but we are more 'human'."

"To put it simply, their stance is not 'human', but they are not anti-human either. They are like a group of pioneers who think they have completed evolution,"

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips: "But they seem to want to kill you?"

Mu Daxian shrugged his shoulders: "There's nothing we can do about it. I actually understand them very well."

"Just like there are some fake art students who are absolutely impossible to transform back, and I will kill them without mercy when I encounter them, I am also the kind of person who is absolutely impossible to be baptized and purified by them."

"Because...I have an invincible will of steel!"

"Brother Xian, if you don't praise yourself, I feel like I would be letting down the atmosphere that has been created..." Mao Feiyang said in a mean way.

"I'm just telling the fucking truth." Mu Daxian held his forehead, thinking that he was pretending too much. As expected, even telling the truth sounded pretentious. "In fact, the only thing I'm worried about now is not that they won't come back, but that there is not enough time."

"What should we do in that case?"

Mu Daxian shook his head: "Wait for now. I'll give them a time limit just to give them a sense of crisis. After all, we just need to get the light bulb with extraordinary properties before the Smiley Angel appears."

"Oh..." Mao Feiyang responded and nodded with some understanding.

So the two of them just waited and waited and waited...

Gradually, the afterglow of the setting sun began to be swallowed up by the mountains, and a touch of orange-red and deep blue remained on the horizon, interweaving. Between the interweaving of light and shadow, a layer of mist began to rise from the depths of the forest, and like a ghost, it slowly seeped out from between the trees and between the rocks, and spread silently.

The mists were light at first, almost transparent, but as time went on, they became thicker and thicker, as if they had life, wandering through the woods, looking for something to cling to.

The ashes of the setting sun became mottled through the mist, and the light beams refracted in the mist, forming dreamy beams of light, illuminating the piles of dead leaves in the forest, but were swallowed up by the mist in an instant and disappeared.

"It's foggy..." Mao Feiyang muttered to himself, but then he was stunned for a moment, "No, that's not right, wasn't there fog?"

"It's 'Gray Fog'..." Mu Daxian said solemnly, "Today's invasion has begun."

He looked around and saw that the original fog in the mountains seemed to become more active after the integration of the gray fog. They rolled and entangled in the woods, and sometimes even faint whispers could be heard, as if the mountain elves and ghosts in the mountains were whispering.

This strange atmosphere made Mao Feiyang feel cold, as if some unknown force was secretly observing all this, waiting for the night to fall, and then invade this world...

"Is it... an 'angel'?" Mao Feiyang swallowed.

Mu Daxian comforted him, "Don't be nervous... He won't appear before the gray fog engulfs this world. We still have plenty of time."

"You can stay here for a long time, provided that..."

When he said this, Mao Feiyang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being stared at by something.

He turned around subconsciously and met the eyes of a human-shaped sculpture.

"Oh my god!" Mao Feiyang screamed and fell to the ground, looking at the human-shaped sculpture with horror.

“Brother Xian, it, it, it, it…is it starting to move?!”

Mu Daxian passed Mao Feiyang, pressed the face of the human heart sculpture and threw it away, then clapped his hands and continued calmly: "The premise is... don't regard yourself as the enemy of these fake human sculptures."

"They are severely 'contaminated', but their extraordinary qualities are lower than ours. They will chase us like the angel sculptures chase Him... Stand up straight and be confident. You are now a shepherd. No, no, a shepherd of sculptures."

Mao Feiyang: “…”

"Is it really possible?" He looked around cautiously, and indeed found those pseudo-human art students hovering around him and Mu Daxian, wanting to get closer but not daring to, like moths flapping their wings and flying around a campfire.

Mu Daxian shrugged: "It really works, but of course there are drawbacks."

"I knew it..." Mao Feiyang muttered softly.

"As the gray fog rises and night falls, their home ground will arrive. Once they begin to absorb the extraordinary power in the gray fog, they will slowly recover their strength. Some of the units that have seized identity certificates will enter the teaching building and transform into pseudo-human students under the purification of the lights to join the evening self-study..."

"They emit malicious intent, but ordinary people can't sense it."

"They... also go to self-study classes at night?" Mao Feiyang was a little confused. "That's not right. Do they have brains? Why do they have to go to self-study classes at night?"

Mu Daxian explained: "The purpose is different, but then again, who would go to evening self-study during the evening self-study period?"

"Well... now that you mention it, that's true." Mao Feiyang agreed deeply.

Mu Daxian said: "You can understand the definition of evening self-study more broadly. 'Staying in the classroom at night' is actually equivalent to evening self-study. And those pseudo-human experience students actually enter the corresponding classroom according to the identity anchor of the original owner, and use the evening self-study time to...eat."

"Eating? Damn, they eat people?!" Mao Feiyang's scalp tingled, and he immediately felt terrified, "Is the evening study time for ordinary experience students the midnight snack time for pseudo-human experience students?"

Mu Daxian thought about it, but did not refute his words: "In essence, it is not much different from what you said."

"Pseudo-human beings are attracted by the smell of 'pollution'. They feed on supernatural powers and use their instinctive desire for supernatural powers to drive their own 'perception' to find food. Those mentally unstable polluters are easy targets for them."

"Especially for some highly sensitive students, it is easy for them to 'resonate' with each other and establish a magical hunting chain... and then be killed by them."

"Then... can we kill them back?" Although Mao Feiyang is a new art student, he is the one who, together with Mu Daxian, survived a round of attacks by the Laughing Angels and recovered to full health. He has a sense of confidence that "Brother Xian and I fought against nine Laughing Angels and escaped unscathed."

So when talking about the pseudo-human experience at this moment, he was not as frightened as ordinary students, but much calmer.

"You can kill them in return." Mu Daxian nodded. "However, if you kill them, you will be marked by the aura in their bodies, which will make you more polluted and more easily sensed by other pseudo-humans, sculptures, nocturnal species and other creatures."

"Moreover, once you kill a large number of pseudo-human units and are entangled by their aura, when the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, the angel sculptures will sense it and then they will come to take special care of you."

"So, whether it's the rules for experience students or our art students, it doesn't encourage you to attack sculptures, because no matter what results you achieve, it's not a good thing."

"Understand?"

Mao Feiyang nodded when he heard this: "I understand." No wonder Brother Xian always said lightly that when there is no other way, just kill one or two fake people or something like that. It turns out that not only they can do this, but also the experiencers can do this, but the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, so it is not recommended. Mao Feiyang realized this in his heart.

Lin Yi also realized that the way this code was written was actually in line with the usual "one-size-fits-all" style of that code. Because there are risks in doing so, I won't explain it directly and will just tell you not to do this.

Very simple.

Mao Feiyang felt the passage of time and couldn't help but worry: "Brother Xian, will they be too late to come back?"

It was getting late and the sun was about to set, and soon it would be the 18:00 deadline given by Mu Daxian.

"It all depends on their desire to survive." Mu Daxian sneered and patted the pile of spare parts under him.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked into the depths of the forest.

"It seems that they have a strong desire to survive."

When Mao Feiyang looked over there, he saw a dishevelled figure stumbling towards him from the depths of the dark forest.

In its arms, there were several bulging spherical objects wrapped in cloth strips.

It was the two-headed pseudo-human art student who went to charge the four light bulbs.

As the distance got closer, Mao Feiyang gradually heard the two heads of the pseudo-human art student arguing over there, as if they were shouting something like "efficiency" and "clumsy".

From a distance, it looks like a mini two-headed ogre.

The fake art student with two heads did not stop arguing until he was about to reach Mu Daxian, but it seemed that neither of the two heads would give in to the other and they went in opposite directions.

"Done." The fake art student handed the entire package to Mu Daxian.

Mu Daxian looked at the cloth bag and said calmly, "Put it on the ground and spread it out for me to see."

The fake art student was somewhat reluctant, but as his vitals were pressed, he had no choice but to bow his head and did as Mu Daxian said.

Mao Feiyang then discovered that the piece of cloth was actually the school uniform of the fake art student.

And when they were opened, the four light bulbs inside appeared in front of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.

"It's not glowing..." Mao Feiyang whispered, but was interrupted by Mu Daxian who raised his hand.

"Okay, well done." Mu Daxian nodded with an appreciative look.

"Keep your word and let us go, right?" said one of the pseudo-human art student's heads, its eyes fixed on the pile of parts, with a strong desire in its eyes.

"Okay." Mu Daxian moved aside a little, then tilted his head and nodded at the pile of parts, "Get out of here after you take them."

The fake art student felt as if he had been pardoned and ran over happily.

But just as it bent down to hug the pile of parts, Mu Daxian pulled out his drawing board and used it as a giant sword, chopping the fake man to the ground.

“Bang! Bang—”

The body of the fake man was originally put together by Mu Daxian. Now it suffered a heavy blow and was torn into pieces on the spot.

"You!! Mu Daxian! You...?!" The head that rolled to the side was shocked and angry, "You don't keep your promise! You..."

“Bang—”

The drawing board was like a heavy hammer, smashing its head hard.

Seeing Mu Daxian approaching him slowly with a drawing board like an indifferent devil, the other pseudo-art student's face was also full of fear: "Mu Daxian! You...you let me go, let me go!"

"It was it that wanted to attack you in the beginning. It has nothing to do with me..."

“No, no, no…”

"You...you have to give me a reason to kill me, right?! Otherwise I won't accept it, I won't be willing!! I won't be willing!"

"Reason...?" Mu Daxian, who slowly raised the drawing board, suddenly paused.

The fake artist showed an ecstatic look on his face, thinking that Mu Daxian had softened his heart, and quickly said, "Yes, yes, reasons, reasons! There must be a reason for everything, right? I have never been against you, I have always followed your will..."

"That's right..." Mu Daxian seemed to be thinking about something. "Then let me ask you, what is 1+1?"

The fake artist was stunned and tentatively replied, "...2?"

"You know all this. You know too much. I can't let you stay!"

Mu Daxian slammed the drawing board down heavily, ruthlessly taking its life.

Mao Feiyang standing next to him didn't even dare to breathe.

Mu Daxian just now made him feel very unfamiliar. The moment before, he was still telling him that the fake art students and their art students only had different beliefs, but the next moment he went back on his words and killed them without any mercy.

Looking at Mao Feiyang who was standing there in a daze, Mu Daxian shook off the remaining ketchup mixed with white powder on the drawing board, wiped the drawing board clean with the pseudo-human art student's school uniform, and then nudged him with his elbow.

"What's the matter, are you stupid?"

Mao Feiyang was like a frightened cat, being catapulted three meters away. He looked at Mu Daxian in shock and panic, fearing that he would be hit by Mu Daxian as well.

"You dare to jump away? Come here!" Mu Daxian frowned and shouted like he was scolding a Husky.

Mao Feiyang instantly became dispirited, and quickly walked over with his head hung down: "Here it comes..."

"Why are you panicking?"

"I'm a little scared..."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of the hammer, I'm afraid of the board..."

Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
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(End of this chapter)