Chapter 193 Former Host (2200 words added!)
The world tree is surrounded by a field-like mist, which seems to block anyone from approaching its center. There is a mysterious symbol on the base outside the mist.
It is like an ancient and broken emblem. The complex lines and carvings look like some kind of pattern formed by the blending of weapons and the moon, a bit like the patterns on tarot cards or those more ancient ritual symbols.
This pattern has been almost smoothed over by the years, but it still exudes a certain breathtaking atmosphere.
"The murals here record some kind of information, such as sacrifices, epics, wars or other... The ancients had limited space, so they always liked to use the simplest murals to explain as many things as possible... Hell, they were not even willing to write less and then write one of the things in more detail, so that at least one thing could be retained instead of this kind of information-rich thing." Mu Daxian complained.
"I know what you want to say, but don't ask me, I don't know much."
Mu Daxian shrugged: "The teachers must know, but they never tell us, and they never let us stay here for too long, so... let's go. If you want to know anything, you can ask them directly, and they will tell you if they are willing to talk."
"Let's go, don't stay here too long."
Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang towards the exit of the hall.
Mao Feiyang followed him dully. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask: "By the way, what will happen to those students...who were brought here by teachers who were not quite right?"
Mao Feiyang was asking about the group of girls with sailor uniforms and hairpins.
Mu Daxian said without thinking: "They are hopeless."
Mao Feiyang was shocked.
Lin Yi was also surprised.
"Preconceived cognitive contamination is more deeply rooted than a little subversion." Mu Daxian said calmly, "Those people were brought here from the campus by the teachers and students of Pseudoman Art, and they accepted everything without even experiencing a wavering of will."
“Do you know them?” Mu Daxian suddenly looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang hesitated, and then said: "We are the same batch of people who entered the school..."
"Shouldn't it be?" Mu Daxian was a little confused, "Your appearance is reasonable, how can you be in the same group as them?"
"Ah? Why not?" Mao Feiyang did not understand Mu Daxian's doubts, and thought that the answer was too simple. Isn't it just like this and that, and then this and that, and then this and this, so in the end it was like this...
What is there not to understand?
But Lin Yi frowned.
Mu Daxian and Xu Shunkang have similar thinking logic, that is, they must think within his cognitive scope. Mu Daxian's confusion means that the situation of these two things happening at the same time is almost non-existent.
"So... when did your batch enter the school?"
"Just yesterday, we took the school bus to school..."
"Hiss..." Mu Daxian couldn't help but take a breath, looked at Mao Feiyang with a very strange look, and couldn't help complaining, "So you lost your student ID card just after you got it, and then you were arranged to come here by the head teacher?"
Mao Feiyang: "Ah?"
"No..." He shook his head repeatedly, and just as he was about to say something, Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted it. His expression changed drastically, and he interrupted loudly: "You...didn't you get your student ID card?"
Mao Feiyang's expression changed and he quickly said: "No, I..."
"You didn't get your student ID card... so you didn't see the teacher... Plus you are in the same batch..." Mu Daxian muttered secretly, completely ignoring what Mao Feiyang was quibbling about.
"And you probably entered the teaching building under abnormal weather...but you encountered pollution on the way, so you were unable to find the teacher's office through the guidance of the notice board in the teaching building..."
h "You should have arrived at the first floor of the teaching building, then went up the stairs...and then passed all the way. That "shaft" entered the dormitory building...and then the dormitory director brought you here..."
"And they who were in the same batch as you were abducted by the puppet art teachers as soon as they got off the bus. The road they had to walk was quite troublesome, so they came here at about the same time as you..."
"Am I right?"
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang was cold from head to tail. He couldn't stand still for a moment. He staggered back a few steps and accidentally fell to the ground.
"You...you, you, you..." He looked at Mu Daxian in horror, hesitating and unable to say anything.
"It seems that I was right." Mu Daxian shrugged again and tried to reach out to lift Mao Feiyang, but Mao Feiyang looked at him with fear in his eyes.
Lin Yi was also shocked. He looked at Mu Daxian as if he had seen a ghost. He thought to himself that you had installed surveillance cameras on Mao Zi. Do you know this? !
Not only do you know, but you also know exactly the same thing. Even if you use logical reasoning, it is impossible to deduce everything based on Mao Feiyang's words, right? !
Seeing that Mao Feiyang's eyes were still dodging, Mu Daxian was not used to it. He directly picked up Mao Feiyang's shirt by his chest and lifted him up: "Don't be afraid, I am not a god, and I don't have any mind-reading skills. The reason why I can guess right is because I have encountered a situation like yours before."
Mao Feiyang did not believe his words, Still frightened, he asked subconsciously: "You... are you like me?"
"That's not the case." Mu Daxian shook his head. Seeing Mao Feiyang's fear, he smiled mysteriously and said slowly, "I have been... a dormitory manager for a while."
Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang): "?!"
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Not long after, Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang through the hall of the art building and came to the arch with some art students.
Looking out from the arch, the entire stone bridge is shrouded in mist. The nearby stones have been wetted by rain. Some raindrops are jumping on the stone flakes, and some are integrated into the moss on the stone wall.
These mottled moss are vaguely visible in the overlapping light and dark light, extending along the stone bridge into the depths of the mist.
Many art students walked directly onto the ancient and mottled stone bridge without umbrellas. Their steps were unhurried and seemed to be completely unaffected by the storm.
"Is it okay if they are like this?" Mao Feiyang asked worriedly, looking at the backs of the art students.
At this time, Mao Feiyang did not fully understand the relationship between abnormal weather and pollution. He only learned about some of the dangers from Wei Liang's words and the content of the student code on the day he entered the school.
But Lin Yi knew it very well, so the shock he received when seeing this scene was much greater than Mao Feiyang.
He looked out from the arch, carefully observing every move of the art students, trying to find the changes after the raindrops fell on the art students.
As expected, he soon discovered the clues.
This huge storm made the colorful window glass of the bell tower clang. It should have set off a dense and violent curtain of rain on the stone bridge in the manner of a strong wind passing by. But strangely, when it really swept onto the stone bridge, there were very few raindrops falling over it.
The sporadic candlelight swayed in the candlestick engraved with strange creature patterns, and seemed to be extinguished at any time, but it seemed that such a weak flame, like a street lamp, opened up an area and blocked most of the wind and rain.
Fog has enveloped the stone bridge. Looking out from the arch, the line of sight is extremely restricted. Only the figures of the art students can be seen gradually fading in the fog.
At the end of the stone bridge, a beam of golden light bloomed on the observation deck. From a distance, it looked like the bat lantern that poked the butt of the clouds in Gotham City.
"It doesn't matter, there is a dome on the bridge, which is enough to block a lot of wind and rain." Mu Daxian explained, "We art students often deal with storms. As long as you return to the art classroom on time, you can solve the impact of abnormal weather on your body. If it doesn't work, you can still go to the teacher. In short, don't worry."
< br/> "When you are like me, you don't have to worry about anything even if you get wet." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder, "You can relax as long as I'm here. If I can't protect you, then you are really hopeless."
Mu Daxian said that and took the lead out of the arch and stepped onto the stone bridge.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly followed.
Mu Daxian's words made Lin Yi suddenly have many ideas.
From what he said, it can be known that the dormitory supervisor can actually step out of the art field, and whether it is because of Mu Daxian's own problems or because he was transferred by the dormitory supervisor, Mu Daxian exudes an aura that is far beyond ordinary art students.
Even to a certain extent, Mu Daxian gave Lin Yi a very similar feeling to the boss. Could it be that Mu Daxian was the boss among art students?
Perhaps this analogy can be made, but Lin Yi felt that it was more than that.
What kind of person can say something like "If even I can't protect you"?
If you are not bragging, then you are really awesome.
Combined with the vision he had in the canteen, Lin Yi believed that Mu Daxian should be really awesome.
Just when Mao Feiyang walked out of the arch, Lin Yi looked back at the Art Building.
This castle in the storm is igniting sparks in the dark world, like a giant wearing a cloak standing in the darkness. In the storm, it is impossible to see the dividing line between the art building and the sky.
The bell tower penetrated the dark clouds like a sharp blade, meticulously expressing the passage of time.
The figure of the night watchman is no longer on the bell tower. I don’t know if he has returned to the cliff.
Lin Yi felt a chill in his heart and followed Mao Feiyang's figure onto the stone bridge.
Lin Yi's mood was not much calmer than the first time when he went up the stone bridge for the second time. For him now, the more things related to the art building he knew, the stronger the awe he felt in his heart.
Walking on the stone bridge, Lin Yi seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the stone slabs under his feet. Under the wetness of the rain, the entire stone bridge looked even colder, as if some giant crawled out of the deep sea, opened its mouth of pouring blood in the depths of the mist, and stuck its tongue into the art building.
· The soybean-like dense raindrops hit the stone bridge like being shot from a submachine gun. The sound of "ta-da-da" even covered the sound of the howling wind and the sound of the waves under the stone bridge.
When the scattered raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang's body, a clammy feeling slowly enveloped Lin Yi.
At the same time, Lin Yi also felt a sense of clarity of mind.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he discovered that when the raindrops fell on the fluttering clothes, his brain would feel as fresh as smelling mint leaves.
Mao Feiyang stopped subconsciously.
"Rain will pollute your "perception". "Mu Daxian's voice rang in Mao Feiyang's ears. While Mao Feiyang was awakened, it also woke up Lin Yi.
"This kind of rain itself is an aggregate of pollution. The right amount of rain can stimulate your artistic cells, but too much will cause you to collapse."
"And the so-called "appropriate amount" means that now... you get wet when you get wet, don't try to experience this feeling again."
Mao Feiyang seemed to understand, and nodded quickly: "Uh...Okay."
He quickly followed Mu Daxian's footsteps. In a place like this, it is really important to have a guide.
Just as the two of them were walking slowly on the stone bridge, in the darkness under the stone bridge, countless pure-bred nocturnal species were squirming, moving slowly with them like a big lump of plasticine. The sound of "rustling" was drowned by the storm, but the evil aura became more intense after absorbing the rain.
Mao Feiyang, who followed Mu Daxian, felt a little calmer, so he looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
He soon noticed the disc-shaped candlesticks with burning candles. The roots of the candlesticks had the pattern of a strange creature, which looked like a long, winged animal.
"What is this?" Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian glanced at the sound and asked: "Candlestick?"
"That, the pattern under the candlestick." Mao Feiyang said.
Lin Yi's ears suddenly pricked up, and he thought to himself, Mao Zi, you are really my fucking mouth substitute!
Mu Daxian then said: "From the perspective of myths and legends, it should be the Quetzalcoatl in the Mayan civilization, but..."
"But what?" Mao Feiyang said.
"But the architectural style of the Art Building Castle is more Gothic and Baroque, which is completely different from the style of the Mayan civilization..."
h "What's more, it is very unreasonable to have the relief of "Quetzalcoatl" here, because here... well, this is S City Right, it’s not so much ‘Feathered Serpent’ as it is ‘Ying Long’.” Mu Daxian calmly changed the subject, “But no matter which civilization the sculpture is from, it is different from the style of the art building.”
“Then...what is that candlestick?” Mao Feiyang asked.
Mu Daxian smiled: "Based on your curiosity, what I should do most is to instill a lot of knowledge into you and weld your knowledge here. But out of respect for you, I think it is better to tell you slowly and let you make your own choice."
"Let's go have dinner first. When the opportunity comes, I will "introduce" it to you."
"Our art faction focuses on 'self-study' first and then 'class'."
Suddenly, Mu Daxian stopped and touched the drawing board with his backhand immediately.
At the same time, his other hand opened slightly, protecting Mao Feiyang behind his back.
Mu Daxian did not move another step, his dark eyes staring closely at the stone bridge shrouded in fog in front of him.
The picture seems to be still.
If it weren't for the sound of the storm and the roar of the waves in his ears, and the rolling fog in front of his eyes, Lin Yizhen would have really thought that time had stood still.
……
A series of crisp footsteps gradually came from the depths of the thick fog.
Then the outline of a human figure slowly became clear, and it turned out to be the puppet art teacher.
This puppet art teacher had a conflict with Mu Daxian in the morning. When they meet again, it can be said that they are enemies.
Mu Daxian gradually narrowed his eyes, and between his eyes, a cluster of golden flames as cold as the bright moon burst into bloom.
At the same time, an invisible aura slowly spread out with him as the center, opening up an area in the thick fog.
"Going to have dinner?" The puppet art teacher seemed not to remember those things at all, and seemed to turn a blind eye to Mu Daxian's performance. When he saw him, he just said hello indifferently.
“Yes...teacher.” Mu Daxian nodded calmly.
The Puppet Art Teacher was wearing a suit of well-fitting professional attire, with a protruding front and an upturned back. He was approaching Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang on black high-heeled shoes, but his beautiful face looked weird and penetrating because of his iconic stiff smile.
After a brief greeting, the puppet art teacher passed by Mu Daxian like a normal person.
But just when it was about to pass by Mao Feiyang, the hands suddenly shot at Mao Feiyang like a poisonous snake at an angle that subverted the laws of human body movement.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, with such rapid speed that even Lin Yi, who had long expected it, could not react in time.
But just when this arm was about to touch the corner of Mao Feiyang's clothes, a drawing board went straight towards the face of the puppet art teacher with the intention of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao.
Mu Daxian sneered and grabbed its ankle directly. The force was so strong that the ankle was deformed.
"Classmate, the teacher's stockings are very expensive." The puppet art teacher didn't know what the pain was. As he spoke, the foot broke free from the high-heeled shoes, and then the sole of the foot covered in black stockings suddenly kneaded and changed like plasticine, turning into a foot knife, cutting straight towards Mu Daxian's face.
Mu Daxian raised his head to avoid the foot knife, and with the force of thunder, he took out a paintbrush dipped in paint from the cloth bag and applied it heavily on the black silk.
Seeing that his feet were about to be painted with a paintbrush, the puppet art teacher screamed and stretched out his hand to pull hard on his thigh!
With a "sneak" sound, the puppet art teacher broke his thigh like a branch, and the round and straight black stocking legs were held in Mu Daxian's hands like a toy.
At this moment, Mu Daxian's brush fell on this thigh.
Mu Daxian was too lazy to look at the leg. He just looked at the puppet art teacher and said calmly: "Teacher, your stockings are dirty. I will go to the canteen later to bring you a pair."
It seemed that the black silk stockings attracted Mu Daxian's attention more than the broken thigh.
But Lin Yi turned his attention to the puppet art teacher, and saw that there was no trace of blood at the broken part of its thigh, and not even a drop of ketchup leaked out. However, the black silk seemed to be integrated with its thigh. When it broke, its texture was the same as the thigh.
The broken surface of the thigh of the puppet art teacher is extremely smooth, with no texture at all, like a bust sculpture used for practicing sketching.
Lin Yi was shocked. He remembered that when the green bib chef's hand was broken by the gymnast, the bones and blood vessels could be clearly seen on the broken surface. Of course, the cross section quickly turned into a plaster-like texture.
But the puppet art teacher is completely different from the green bib chef.
"Is the "life form" of the green bib chef different from that of the puppet?"
The puppet art teacher did not answer Mu Daxian's words, but just gave him a cold look, then turned around and disappeared into the mist.
Mu Daxian casually smeared the leg with a paintbrush a few times. After painting it to a yellowish color, he threw it off the stone bridge and walked away with Mao Feiyang without looking back.
"Stop looking and let's go."
"Uh... okay." Mao Feiyang was still looking at the beautiful black stocking legs that Mu Daxian threw off the stone bridge. Hearing Mu Daxian's words, he quickly followed.
Not long after the two left, the puppet art teacher came back here, step by step. It looked at its own legs that were thrown under the stone bridge and said: "Give it back to me."
But suddenly, with the sound of "rustling...", the legs of the puppet art teacher popped up from under the stone bridge little by little like bamboo shoots.
But if you look carefully, you will find that on the side of the stone bridge, a large number of purebred nocturnal species are wrapping the leg and handing it up bit by bit.
Looking at the ankle that was squeezed by Mu Daxian, a ball of angry flames surged in the eyes of the puppet art teacher. It grabbed its own leg and was trying to put it back to the broken point, but suddenly lost consciousness, and then... found that what it was holding in its hand did not seem to be its own leg, but... a chicken leg as big as its own leg!
As soon as it was thrown out, those pure night crawlers pounced on it desperately, as if this chicken leg was the most delicious food in the world.
The Puppet Art Teacher watched with cold eyes as those pure nocturnal species fell into the seawater under the cliff in order to eat this "chicken leg" without any emotional change. But at this moment, it suddenly realized something and its expression suddenly changed.
"No...he used a paintbrush to rewrite those brainless people's understanding of my "legs"!"
Looking at his own "legs" that had long been swallowed up by the thick fog and sea water, a rare ugly look appeared on the face of the puppet art teacher.
I have added 2,200 words for the alliance leader "Lin skylark", and I still owe 4,800 words! !
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)