Chapter 232: The Death of the Fake Mao Feiyang
Chapter 232: The Death of the Fake Mao Feiyang (1000 words added)
Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting. He was sure that he was scanned, but he was not seen clearly...
Mu Daxian was worried. He observed the remaining body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang while feeling the rhythm of the elevator. He concentrated, held his breath, and clenched his fists. He felt as if he was escaping from a crematorium...
If the fake person Mao Feiyang died early, the laughing angel would find them.
Once that time comes, the elevator will be no different from a crematorium with the last door closed.
The smiling angel wandered in the elevator, and the fake man Mao Feiyang gradually became silent...
“Brother Xian… I… I’m so tired… I seem… seem to be falling asleep…” the fake man’s hairy head drooped his eyelids and spoke in a weak voice.
Mu Daxian took a look at it and saw that its entire head had almost turned into stone, but it was completely unaware of it.
The smiling angel greedily absorbed the extraordinary power in its body, and the power evaporated uncontrollably from its body like mist, and immediately condensed into pure white powder particles, crossing the dimension and drilling into the nasal cavity of the smiling angel.
The smiling angel closed his eyes, his eyebrows slightly relaxed, and his face had a weird yet extremely enjoyable expression.
Mu Daxian quickly reached out and quietly felt the body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, confirming that the body was still relatively strong. Even though it had some tendency to petrify, it was still within the scope of flesh and blood.
Unfortunately, the head was not as strong as the body. The angel with a strange smile stared at the head and sucked the extraordinary power. An unnatural expression appeared on his face, which made people feel shudder. If I had to describe it, it was probably like an old winemaker who picked a bowl of good wine to drink alone, but as he drank it, he felt like "I seem to have drunk fake wine"...
The smiling angel seemed to have sensed something, and his already ferocious expression became even more terrifying.
And at this moment, Mu Daxian finally found the right opportunity to take action.
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, let me wake you up!" Mu Daxian said as he squatted down and patted his face with his hands, just like a good friend helping to wake him up.
But as he was tapping it, part of the head suddenly broke into pieces with a "crack".
The face was still intact, but the part at the back of the head shattered under the weight like dried mud.
"Not good!" This scene not only almost scared Mao Feiyang, who was lowering his head and quietly watching the development of the situation, but also made Lin Yi hold his breath in his throat and dare not exhale easily.
But Mu Daxian seemed to have taken all of this into account. He slightly turned sideways and held up the cloth bag with one hand, and a light bulb emitting orange-yellow light rolled over.
He picked up some broken stones and mixed them with light bulbs, then pressed them all behind the intact face of the dummy like a craftsman making a clay figure.
Then he took all his strength, covered the fake man Mao Feiyang's eyes with one hand, picked it up with the other hand like a watermelon, and pressed its head onto its body again.
I don't know what method he used, but the glued head did not fall apart, and it still "grew" firmly on the neck. However, because it was a light bulb, the pseudo-human's new head with flying hair looked like it had opened a solar fist, and it moved very quickly and was very eye-catching.
Lin Yi was stunned by this operation. He looked at the new version of the back of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's head, and at first he couldn't react to the fact that a light bulb had been integrated into it!
"It's cognitive override! He has joined 'cognitive override'!" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly understood.
"Feel... better?" Mu Daxian asked in a low voice. His voice was once again full of magnetism and contained a special magic, like hypnosis.
"Much better..." The fake man Mao Feiyang wanted to nod again, but this time he was held back by Mu Daxian.
"That's good." Mu Daxian slowly loosened his hand and quietly wiped away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Next, the elevator continued to run smoothly for more than ten seconds, but the good times did not last long, and problems gradually began to appear on the pseudo-human's hairy body.
After being sucked by the six smiling angels, all the extraordinary power in the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang was finally exhausted...
It gradually petrified...
And this time, it's not just the head, but the entire body!
"The situation is a little worse than I expected..." Mu Daxian gritted his teeth, his face gradually becoming gloomy.
"Xiao Mao, how do you feel? Can you still hold on?" he asked in a low voice.
The fake person Mao Feiyang did not speak.
Mu Daxian patted it gently, trying to wake it up again.
As a result, as soon as he put his hand on it, the pseudo-human's hairy arm fell out from under his sleeve.
With a "crack", the arm, which had turned into a plaster-like substance, shattered in the elevator.
The next moment, the fake person Mao Feiyang broke into pieces like a lump of mud, and pure white powder particles suddenly filled the entire elevator...
Without the fake human Mao Feiyang, the smiling angel gradually withdrew his hands, then slowly lowered his head, folded his wings, and shrank into the corner.
They began to cover their faces with their hands and then assumed a facing-the-wall posture.
“?” Mao Feiyang was stunned for a moment.
The smiling angel...didn't seem to notice him?
Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he felt a warm breath enveloping him.
He quietly lifted his hood a little and looked up following the warm feeling.
I saw Mu Daxian with his arms slightly open, each holding a light bulb in his hand.
That warm feeling comes from the light bulb!
Mu Daxian was muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some ancient poem. This magical rhythm seemed to soothe the laughing angels and make them intoxicated.
But Mu Daxian did not seem to be feeling well. His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if maintaining this state was a huge burden for him.
"Hyun-ge, he...?!"
Mao Feiyang stared at the scene blankly.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Mu Daxian's voice in his ears: "Silly, stop looking. Do you really think I'll let you defend Angel alone?"
Mao Feiyang was struck by lightning when he heard this. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was indeed Mu Daxian who was talking to him, but while speaking, he was pretending to be muttering to himself!
"You're so awesome, next time you'll defend Angel alone?"
Mu Daxian's teasing voice was still echoing in his ears, but only at this moment did he realize that men could be so hypocritical.
You lied to me and told me to defend Angel alone, but you went in without saying anything?
Mao Feiyang felt a pang in his heart, and suddenly he understood why Mu Daxian wanted to marry a woman on the spot when Lao Mo descended from the sky to save him.
In this situation, if he were a woman, he would also have the idea of giving himself to her.
The torch is passed on from generation to generation.
Maybe it’s because someone once held an umbrella for me when I was caught in the rain, so I’m willing to hold an umbrella for others now.
Mao Feiyang was so moved that his eyes became slightly moist.
But this situation did not last long. The two light bulbs began to flicker and then went out at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Before the light bulb went out completely, Mu Daxian took out the last light bulb and forced it to continue with this last wave of light.
However, the brightness of one light bulb was not enough, and the light in the elevator was obviously dimmed.
At this moment, Lin Yi clearly felt the cold chill corroding his body. He could also clearly feel Maozi's complex emotions, which were a mixture of tension, fear and other emotions.
But he had no way to change anything. Lin Yi knew very well that this was his dream, and no matter what happened he could only be a bystander.
As a bystander, the only thing he can do is to obtain as many clues and information as possible to broaden his own cognitive scope.
So he carefully observed everything around him, only in this way could he extract enough "value" from it.
Gradually, he noticed that the layer of gray mist floating on the bodies of the laughing angels seemed to be somewhat special.
He found that the cold malice in the light fog was scattered like dust, as if it was projected from some incomprehensible high dimension into the three-dimensional world, and was constantly dissipated along with the unique "breathing" of the smiling angels.
This ash-like substance was immediately evaporated by the lights in the elevator when it first appeared, but when the elevator lights flickered, only the light from the bulb in Mu Daxian's hand could disperse it.
And every time the light is offset, the light of the bulb will become dimmer.
[The sun has long gone out, how long can the afterglow illuminate them? The gray fog has arrived, and you will all die.]
Lin Yi recalled what the fake art teacher said to Mu Daxian in the art building.
When the light goes out, the whole world will be covered by the ashes of angels!
Could this be the essence of the gray fog invasion? !
Lin Yi's pupils narrowed slightly - "The 'He' that Mu Daxian mentioned who can tear up paper, could it be the ultimate 'Angel'..."
"Could it be the existence called 'God' in the European mythology era?"
"Great floods, volcanoes, natural disasters, meteorites... world-destroying disasters... Is this how people in ancient times 'understood' 'tearing up paper'?!"
"Because that method cannot be recognized, the form of expression brought about by its expressiveness has become the only way for people to 'recognize' it!"
"That's right. That's why only the priests and shamans of certain races pass these things on orally. Because the 'truth' cannot be 'known' by the world, only highly spiritual beings with an absolutely broad cognitive field can vaguely touch upon this taboo area?"
At that moment, Lin Yi's mind exploded. Some ancient doomsday scenes seemed to appear in his mind. The founder and recorder of the ancient civilization watched helplessly as the world collapsed, and recorded the final symbols...
At the same time, he could hear the "clang, clang, clang" sound of the train passing through the tunnel again, and his vision began to skip images like a stuck tape.
A dark shadow seemed to spread behind him, and some ancient maxims with a very demonic and evil rhythm brushed his cheeks like a ribbon blown by the wind, circling and echoing in his ears...
【……fanTome……】
【fan...Tome... fRa... for...RidEn...】
【fanTome fRa forRidEn……】
The abyss expanded behind him, and the gray fog seemed like endless tentacles that tried to bind him and drag him into the abyss!
This indescribable fear made Lin Yi's body tremble uncontrollably. He knew that his direction was right... He was right again!
He then shattered his own thoughts, and when the abyss was about to swallow him, he stabilized his jumping vision and found himself back in the elevator.
He knew he was in a dream, so he was fearless and gave himself an innate buff.
He knew that compared to the crisis he was facing in his dream, the crisis faced by Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang was a real life-and-death crisis.
At this time, he turned his attention to the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand.
He had seen discarded and failed light bulbs before, and he had also seen light bulbs in lampshades, but this was the first time he had seen a light bulb without a lampshade and still glowing.
Lin Yi looked at the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand, and was surprised to find that the light bulb... was actually moving rhythmically!
That rhythm is like the expansion and contraction of the heart!
“Gudong…Gudong…Gudong…”
The amplitude of the light bulb's vibration is very small, and it is actually invisible if you don't look carefully. Especially when it shines brightly, looking into it with the naked eye will only cause a stinging pain.
Now, as the light of the bulb faded, Lin Yi could observe this amplitude.
Suddenly, Lin Yi saw a strange pattern "swimming" in the concentric circles of the light bulb. The pattern was like a trapped moth, desperately running around inside the spherical light bulb. Every time the light bulb collided, it would send out a ripple!
Its speed is extremely fast, so the collision with the inner wall of the bulb also occurs extremely quickly. The ultra-high frequency collision releases higher frequency "waves", and the endless "waves" form the light observed by the naked eye.
"This...?!" Lin Yi was shocked by what he saw. "Could this be the secret of how the light bulb glows? So street lamps don't need a 'power supply system'. The energy of the light bulb comes entirely from itself!"
"But...what is this 'moth' in the light bulb?"
Lin Yi tried to observe it again, but the light quickly dimmed.
It didn't last long before the last light bulb began to flicker, and then the moth went out with a pop, as if it had taken its last breath.
"Oh my god... this is 'drawing magic', who can withstand this speed of absorption?" Mu Daxian let out a low growl from between his teeth, a pair of bloodshot eyes floating with a red-gold light, and his tone was extremely difficult.
The elevator without the light of the light bulb suddenly turned into a deserted temple in the middle of a thunderstorm. The light of the flashing light in the elevator was like the thunder that flashed across the horizon from time to time. The damp mist gushing out of the laughing angels was more like the wind and rain hitting the windows of the ruined temple and filling the temple with water vapor...
As the gray fog spread, the enclosed and limited-space elevator was like a leaky diving bell, and Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were like two divers trapped inside, feeling the fear of being swallowed by the fog bit by bit.
When the damp gray mist drifted down onto Mao Feiyang, Lin Yi seemed to feel the same way and felt the pure malice that made his scalp tingle.
What was even more terrifying was that he found that as the gray fog eroded, Mao Feiyang's body began to indiscriminately absorb the power of the gray fog, just like when he absorbed the white powder particles in the art building.
As the gray fog eroded, Mao Feiyang's body began to take on an unnatural bluish-gray texture, like the mottled marks that appeared on the surface of a sculpture that had weathered the vicissitudes of time.
He quickly looked at Mu Daxian again, but found that Mu Daxian's condition was not much better. The two people in the elevator both showed some signs of being transformed into sculptures...
Even Mu Daxian, who was known as an extraordinary artistic student, could only be suppressed by the aura of the Laughing Angel under the constraints of limited space!
Gradually, under the flashing lights, Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang absorbed enough gray fog, and the Sly Laughing Angel, who had been covering his face and facing the corner of the elevator, finally caught Mao Feiyang's breath...
The four smiling angels scattered in the corners and the two smiling angels standing at the elevator door all turned around slowly like puppets. Their stone-bead-like eyes also rolled around, and they slowly focused their gaze on Mao Feiyang...
At this moment, Mao Feiyang felt cold all over, as if he was thrown into a big ice bucket filled with cold water.
【…lyset…】
【lyset……】
A low, hoarse voice full of strange rhythm began to echo in the elevator, like a distant song floating in the wind.
The smiling angels slowly approached Mao Feiyang. Although some of them noticed Mu Daxian, they still did not regard him as their first target.
"Damn..." Mu Daxian cursed angrily. He should have been secretly happy about this, but he was not happy at all. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, reached out his hand to the drawing board, and cut his hand with force!
"Tsk! Damn, it still hurts a little!"
The hand was cut and blood began to flow from the wound.
The smiling angel, who had been eyeing Mao Feiyang, seemed to have smelled a more delicious scent, and an expression of joy and greed immediately appeared on his ferocious face.
The eerie laughing angel began to hover around Mu Daxian...
Mao Feiyang, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly felt the pressure reduced. He looked up in confusion and found that the six angels with strange smiles were biting Mu Daxian's arms like leeches, and were frantically sucking the extraordinary power in Mu Daxian's body, as if they wanted to drain all his blood...
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