Chapter 229 My great herdsman is known for his frugality
Chapter 229 My great herdsman is known for his frugality
"You!" Mu Daxian raised the drawing board. Mao Feiyang shrank back with his head in his hands. He reacted very quickly and made Mu Daxian unable to do anything.
"..." Mu Daxian helped him up, "You are such a fucking bastard."
Mao Feiyang forced a very forced smile: "You are really good at judging people."
Mu Daxian: “…”
"Pick up things." Mu Daxian said, put the four light bulbs into the cloth bag, and then began to pick up the remaining "parts" of the two pseudo-human art students scattered on the ground.
Mao Feiyang was a little confused, but he did it anyway.
When he collected all the parts, he saw Mu Daxian start to assemble them again.
Soon, a pseudo-human combination with a human outline appeared in front of Mao Feiyang.
"What is this?" Mao Feiyang was a little frightened. Mu Daxian... seemed to be using the remains of the pseudo-human artist to reassemble a headless human sculpture?
"You don't understand, right?" Mu Daxian said with a smile.
Mao Feiyang nodded.
He began to not understand Mu Daxian's behavior again, but this time was different from the last time. Last time, Mu Daxian helped him escape the pursuit of the Laughing Angel. Although he was puzzled during the whole process, he felt very safe.
But it's different now.
The current Mu Daxian only made him feel weird...
Mao Feiyang didn't move his head, but his eyes swept left and right subconsciously. A bad premonition arose in his heart. Could it be that... at some unknown moment before, Mu Daxian was replaced?
The current Mu Daxian...is not Mu Daxian at all? !
He tried to "sense" Mu Daxian's breath. It would have been fine if he didn't sense it, but once he sensed it, he was almost scared to death.
At this moment, Mu Daxian seemed to be shrouded in a surge of "malice", a kind of malice he had never felt before. No, he had felt it before - just before the Night Watch rang the bell of Doomsday, when the female pseudo-human art teacher and Mu Daxian had a conflict in the classroom, he had felt it!
Mu Daxian seemed to have noticed something, turned around to look at Mao Feiyang, and then said: "Are you... sensing?"
"I didn't! I really didn't!!" Mao Feiyang was so frightened that his soul left his body. He felt the cold air in the top of his head rushing out like a dam bursting, and his whole body was cold.
Mu Daxian stood up and walked towards him, saying calmly: "It's good to be perceptive, but at a time like this, your perception will scare you to death."
He pointed at the headless humanoid unit he had created and said, "They are not completely dead yet. Their resentment is extremely heavy now. The malice they have released is not something you can bear."
Mao Feiyang was originally still afraid of Mu Daxian, but after hearing these words, he suddenly realized that Mu Daxian, who walked in front of him, really did not have any evil aura on him, and all the malice he had sensed before actually came from that seemingly lifeless assembly!
"What's going on?" Mao Feiyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put away his fear of Mu Daxian, and asked in confusion.
"Just crushing their heads won't make them completely 'die'." Mu Daxian explained, "Do you remember the 'theory of life and death' I mentioned before?"
"These two guys have long been dead. They are pseudo-human art students who can never be transformed back into art students. They also have a higher status among pseudo-human units. To some extent, you can also think of them as super nocturnal species."
"If it wasn't me, if it was any other art student, they would have killed him to pieces."
"So... they actually have the characteristics of nocturnal species, which means that as long as there is a little bit of 'Origin' left, they can be resurrected intact."
Mu Daxian paused and continued, "So I just dismantled them at the beginning, just to make them relax their vigilance and not shrink all their 'origins' into a certain inch of flesh and blood."
Mao Feiyang was a little confused by this sentence, but Lin Yi understood it very well.
Just like when nocturnal species are sculpted under the light, if their sculptures are broken into pieces inch by inch, the dark red blood-like origin containing the "genetic material" inside will shrink little by little into the last inch of flesh and blood that has not been completely shattered.
If Mu Daxian had shown his determination to kill them from the beginning, they would have definitely contracted that part of their origin to some tricky part, instead of spreading it throughout the body like it is now.
"Of course, I'm not doing this to prevent them from coming back to life."
"At this point, the sun is about to set. Unless I stop doing anything else and carry them out into the afterglow of the sunset to kill them, I won't be able to kill them."
Mao Feiyang asked in confusion: "Brother Xian, if you don't want to kill them, then why are you going through so much trouble?"
"Of course it's for the second step of our plan to return to the arts." Mu Daxian said calmly.
"Ah? What does this have to do with our second step? Wait! Brother Xian, this is the "cheat meal" prepared for the Smirking Angel?!"
"Are you planning on using them as stand-ins, like you did last night?"
Mao Feiyang suddenly understood.
Mu Daxian smiled and said, "Your brain is like window paper, you can understand it at once."
Mao Feiyang shrank his neck and touched the back of his head subconsciously. He was now a little worried that Mu Daxian's instant understanding might have some physical implications.
Mu Daxian ignored him and continued, "The quality of pseudo-human artists is not comparable to that of ordinary nocturnal species and pseudo-human sculptures. Using them as stand-ins can be said to be very effective."
"It sounds awesome..." Mao Feiyang said.
"It's even more amazing when you can cook it." Mu Daxian praised himself without hesitation, "It's the same as cooking. It's not enough to just know the steps, you also need to master the heat. These skills cannot be accumulated without a year or two of immersion."
"Uh... So Brother Xian, you are still a habitual offender, ah no, no, you are a veteran?" Mao Feiyang almost stuttered, but gradually understood why those fake art students were so afraid when they saw Mu Daxian...
It turns out that Brother Xian is the real boss of the Art Building...
Mu Daxian raised his lips slightly: "Do you want to know how I got the title of 'Fake Man Killer'?"
He clapped his hands: "Wait for me here."
"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang quickly called out to Mu Daxian, "How about taking me with you?"
"No, you stay here and watch it." Mu Daxian pointed at the assembled headless pseudo-human and said, "It's still alive. Keep an eye on it and don't let it run away."
"What, me?" Mao Feiyang pointed at his nose in disbelief. He felt like a ghost who was ordered by the Nine-headed Insect to kill Sun Wukong. "Wait, it's still alive?!"
"It means 'not completely killed', and it can't move, so what are you afraid of?" Mu Daxian handed the drawing board to Mao Feiyang, "Take this, if you are really scared, just hit it, just don't break it, you can do whatever you want to it."
"Okay, it's getting late, I'm going first! I'll explain the principle to you when I come back." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder, and disappeared from Mao Feiyang's sight with a nimble move. Mao Feiyang squatted on the ground, holding the drawing board tightly, his eyes darting around nervously, shivering like a little girl selling nuclear bombs in the north wind.
“Rustle… rustle…”
“Hoo—Hoo—”
There were gusts of chilly wind and floating mist in the forest. The sculpture array moved slowly in the shadows, making rustling sounds as they rubbed against the dead leaves. The combination of movement and stillness was not too strange.
The fingers of the assembled headless pseudo-man next to Mao Feiyang twitched, and then, as if the source in his body was controlling his body, he began to move in an uncoordinated manner like a puppet.
Mao Feiyang looked over in horror and saw that the fake man suddenly sat up from the ground and came directly in front of him, scratching his empty head with both hands in a random manner.
"Confused"
Just when Mao Feiyang was overwhelmed by this terrifying and hilarious scene, the fake man's hands suddenly grabbed Mao Feiyang's head as if they had eyes.
[Head, I want the head! ]
【Give me a head!!】
"Fuck?!" Mao Feiyang jumped three feet high while holding the drawing board. His reaction was faster than his brain. He swung the drawing board with both hands and smashed Huashan Mountain with all his strength. "Boss, boss, I'll give you a head!"
At this moment, a stream of emerald green light seemed to burst out from Mao Feiyang's body, wrapping around the drawing board like a spiritual energy, making it cut down along the body of the pseudo-man like a guillotine...
“Crack…Bang!”
The pseudo-man was split in half with his torso as the center, his hair flying, like a boiled chicken. The two halves of his body fell to the ground with their hands and feet...
"Xiao Mao, I'm back!" Mu Daxian really came back quickly. His voice was floating from not far away at this moment, but then the tone rose eight degrees, "What the hell? What's going on!"
Mu Daxian's eyes almost popped out, and he rushed over quickly. Looking at the headless pseudo-man that was chopped off like a duck's head, he helplessly raised his thumb and said, "Awesome, awesome, Brother Mao. I told you to watch them and not let them run away, but you used them as firewood to practice jumping and chopping?"
"No, you and I...ah!" Mao Feiyang wanted to explain, but the more he explained, the more confused he became. He could only throw the drawing board to the ground, spread his hands, and act like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
After a while...
"...it's like this...Actually, this is what happened..." Mao Feiyang explained weakly.
Mu Daxian was already reassembling the fake man. He sneered and said, "I don't care. I saw everything. No matter how much you explain, it's useless. Next time I'll give you the drawing board, and you can defend against the Laughing Angel alone."
"Brother Xian, that was truly a stress reaction...just listen to my excuse!" Mao Feiyang wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Stress reaction?" Mu Daxian sneered, "Your stress reaction is so strong. With a little training, you will definitely be a fierce general in our art building. From now on, it will be your turn to guard the watchtower with the teacher."
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and dared not argue anymore.
Seeing Mao Feiyang huddled in circles in grievance, Mu Daxian smiled helplessly: "Okay, I really give in to you. I was just bluffing you. Don't look so miserable."
"In fact, I haven't reinforced them yet, so it's normal that you can break them."
Mu Daxian held a large ball of white paste in his hand and began to glue the parts of the dummy together like super glue. He said, "Let me tell you what the second step is. Listen carefully. This step requires your cooperation before it can be implemented."
"Oh, Brother Xian, please tell me." Mao Feiyang became very alert when he heard the second step.
It was not until this moment that he looked at the ball of white poop in Mu Daxian's hand with curiosity.
This white poop was what Mu Daxian brought back after he left. Mao Feiyang felt that the thing was somewhat familiar through "perception", but he couldn't figure out what it was for a moment.
"The essence of this second step, the 'cheat meal', is actually a substitute." Mu Daxian said slowly, "What I did last night was actually a castrated version of what I'm doing now, because the situation was urgent last night, and we were caught off guard by the Laughing Angel, so we could only perform extreme operations while trying to save our lives."
"Yesterday was actually a choice between life and death. In order to stay alive, as long as it doesn't kill us, we can be beaten to death."
"Today is different. Today we are prepared, so I will definitely minimize the casualties."
"The pseudo-human artists are the closest life forms to us. I used them to create a 'you'. To ensure the originality, I guided them from the beginning to distribute the original matter to various parts of their bodies."
"This way, when I smash their heads, the part that controls their intelligence won't recover in a short time..."
"I will disperse the rest of their origins and not give them the opportunity to seize control of this body. This will also allow me to confuse their cognition..."
"'Disrupt cognition'?" Mao Feiyang was stunned.
Mu Daxian raised the white baba in his hand and said, "Use this."
"This is the 'essence' of the nocturnal species. I just went back to the teaching building and dug out a nest of nocturnal species."
Mao Feiyang's pupils condensed. He had never expected that Mu Daxian's so-called coming back as soon as he came back actually meant to kill some nocturnal creatures...
No wonder he felt that thing looked familiar. He didn't expect it to be the original substance of the nocturnal species!
How can this Xian brother make it sound as easy as going to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables by killing some nocturnal species and getting some original substances?
As Mu Daxian spoke, he used the white poop in his hand to glue together a complete headless pseudo-human: "So many messy ideas, plus the origins of the two pseudo-human artists... so many things mixed together, it's enough to make a half-finished alien sculpture..."
He rolled the remaining part into a square column, placed it on the neck of the headless pseudo-man, and began to shape it into a head.
"I've made the most of the 'materials'. What do you think? Am I awesome?" Looking at his masterpiece, Mu Daxian's mouth curled up with pride. "I can't help it. I'm known for my frugality."
"Being frugal is being frugal..." Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's final product, his head, but his face looked very ugly and he couldn't be happy at all.
"But Brother Xian...how did you shape its head into my shape?"
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(End of this chapter)