Chapter 228 You know too much
The corners of Mu Daxian’s mouth twitched violently, and he pursed his lips and did not answer.
Mao Feiyang knew that he had guessed correctly when he saw this scene. Mu Daxian was indeed a habitual offender who blew up street lamps with his hands...
Mao Feiyang saw that the atmosphere was not quite right, so in order to prevent Mu Daxian from copying the parts of the puppet artist and giving him two blows, he quickly found a topic and said: "Brother Xian... ...Do you think they are being careful? Are the pseudo-artists really trustworthy?"
To Mao Feiyang's surprise, Mu Daxian said: "Actually...it is credible to a certain extent."
"The only difference between us and them is 'belief'."
"They insist that becoming their kind of life form is an evolution, and they hope that we will all "evolve"... but we are more "human"."
"To put it simply, their stance is not 'human', but they are not anti-human. 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 is no way, I actually understand them very well."
"Just like some pseudo-human art students are absolutely impossible to transform back, and I will deal with them mercilessly when I encounter them, I am also the type of person who is completely impossible to be baptized and purified by them."
"Because... I have an invincible will like steel!"
“Brother Xian, if you don’t praise yourself, I’ll feel sorry for the atmosphere it creates...” Mao Feiyang said like a dog.
br/> Mu Daxian shook his head: "Just wait, I'll give them a time limit, just to give them a sense of crisis. After all, we only need to obtain a light bulb with extraordinary properties before the Laughing Angel appears."
"Oh..." Mao Feiyang responded and nodded with some understanding.
So the two of them 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 dark blue remained on the horizon. Between the interplay of light and shadow, a layer of mist began to rise from the depths of the mountain forest. They slowly seeped out from the gaps between the trees and rocks like ghosts, spreading silently.
The mist was light and almost transparent at first, but as time went by, it became thicker and thicker, as if it were alive, wandering in the forest, looking for objects to cling to.
The ashes of the setting sun became mottled through this layer of mist, and the beams of light refracted in the mist, forming dreamlike beams of light that illuminated 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 murmured to himself, but was immediately stunned, "That's not right, isn't there a fog?"
"It's the 'grey mist'..." 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 gray mist blended in. They rolled and entangled in the forest, and sometimes faint whispers could even be heard, as if the ghosts of the mountain spirits were whispering in the forest.
This weird atmosphere made Mao Feiyang feel chilly, as if some unknown force was secretly observing all this, waiting for night to fall, and then invade the world...
"Is it... an 'angel'?" Mao Feiyang swallowed.
Mu Daxian comforted him: "Don't be nervous... He won't appear before the gray fog submerges the world. There is still plenty of time left for us."
"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 directly met his eyes with a human sculpture.
"Oh shit!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed, fell to the ground, and looked at the human sculpture with horror in his eyes.
"Brother Xian, it, it, it... is starting to move?!"
Mu Daxian crossed Mao Feiyang, pressed the face of the human sculpture and threw it away, then clapped his hands and continued calmly: "The premise is...don't regard yourself as the enemy of these puppet sculptures."
"They are seriously 'polluted', but their extraordinary characteristics are of a lower level than ours. They will chase us just like the angel sculptures chased Him...puff up your chest and be more confident, you are now a shepherd, no no, a shepherd sculpture."
Mao Feiyang : "..."
"Is it really possible?" He looked around cautiously and found that the pseudo-human artists were hovering around him and Mu Daxian at a distance, wanting to get closer but not daring to get close, like moths fluttering around the fire.
Mu Daxian shrugged: "It's really possible, but of course there are drawbacks."
"I knew it..." Mao Feiyang muttered in a low voice.
"As the gray fog rises and night falls, their home base will arrive. When they begin to absorb the extraordinary power in the gray fog, they will slowly regain their strength. Some of the units that have captured the identity certificates will step into the teaching building and be purified by the light and transform into pseudo-human experience students to join evening self-study..."
"They will exude malice, but ordinary people cannot feel it."
"They...also go to evening self-study?" Mao Feiyang was a little confused, "No, they have brains, why should they go to evening self-study?"
Mu Daxian explained: "The purpose is different, but then again, who serious person goes to evening self-study during evening self-study?"
"Well...that's true when you say so." Mao Feiyang deeply agreed.
Mu Daxian said: "You can understand the definition of evening self-study more broadly. "Staying in the classroom at night" is actually equivalent to attending evening self-study. As for those pseudo-human experience students, they actually enter the corresponding classroom based on the identity anchor of the original owner, and use the evening self-study time to...eat."
"Eating? Damn it, they eat people?!" Mao Fei's scalp went numb, and he suddenly felt horrified, "Is the evening self-study time for ordinary experience students the same as the supper time for pseudo-experience students?"
Mu Daxian thought for a while, but did not refute his words: "In essence, it is not much different from what you said."
“Pseudohuman beings will be attracted by the smell of “pollution”. They feed on extraordinary power. Their instinctive desire for extraordinary power drives their “senses” to find food, and polluters who are mentally unstable can easily become their targets. 》
"Especially some highly inspired experience students, it is easy to "reciprocate" with them and establish a magical prey chain...and then be killed by them."
h "Then...can we fight back? Where are they? "Although Mao Feiyang is a new art student, he is still a person who has returned to full health after going through a round with Mu Daxian at the hands of the Smiling Angels. He has a sense of confidence that "Brother Xian and I defeated nine Smiling Angels and still got away with it."
Hence, when talking about the pseudo-human experience students, he is not as frightened as ordinary students, but is much calmer.
"You can kill them back." Mu Daxian nodded, "However, if you kill them, you will be marked by the aura in their bodies, which will deepen your pollution and make it easier for you to be sensed by other pseudo-human beings, sculptures, nocturnal species, etc. "Furthermore, once you kill a large number of pseudo-human units and are entangled in their breath, when the quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, they will be sensed by the angel sculptures, and they will take special care of you."
"So, whether it's the experience students or our art students, the rules do not encourage you to attack sculptures, because no matter what results you achieve, it is not a good thing."
"Understood?"
Mao Feiyang heard this and nodded: "I understand."
No wonder Brother Xian has been talking lightly about killing one or two dummies when there is no other way. It turns out that not only they can do this, but also the experience students can do this, but the harm outweighs the good, so it is not recommended. Mao Feiyang understood the Tao in his heart.
Lin Yi also has a clear understanding. This way of writing the code is actually very consistent with the consistent "one size fits all" style in the code. Because doing so is risky, so I will tell you that you can't do this without explaining it.
Very simple.
Mao Feiyang felt the passage of time and couldn't help but worry: "Brother Xian, will they not come back in time?"
It was getting late, the sun was about to set, and the 18:00 deadline given by Mu Daxian would soon be reached.
“It depends on their desire to survive.” Mu Daxian sneered and patted the pile of parts sitting under him.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and raised his eyes to look deep into the dense forest.
"It seems that they have a strong desire to survive."
Mao Feiyang looked immediately and saw an embarrassed figure stumbling over from the depths of the dark forest.
In its arms, there are several bulging spherical objects wrapped in strips of cloth.
It was the two-headed dummy art student who went to recharge four light bulbs.
As the distance got closer, Mao Feiyang gradually heard the two heads of the pseudo-artist arguing over there, seemingly shouting about "efficiency" and "clumsiness".
From a distance, it looks like a miniature two-headed ogre.
The pseudo-human art student with two heads in his body did not stop arguing until he came to Mu Daxian's side, but the two heads seemed to refuse to obey the other, and each went in the opposite direction.
"It's done." The puppet art student handed the entire package to Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian looked at the bag and said calmly: "Put it on the ground and spread it out for me to take a look at."
Him The puppet artist was a little reluctant, but he had to lower his head because of the pressure on his life, so he did as Mu Daxian said.
Mao Feiyang discovered that the strip of cloth was actually the school uniform of the pseudo-art student.
When they were opened, the four light bulbs wrapped inside were all displayed in front of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.
"No light...?" Mao Feiyang whispered, but was interrupted by Mu Daxian raising his hand.
"Okay, good job." Mu Daxian nodded, showing appreciation.
"As promised, it's time to let us go, right?" one of the heads of the pseudo-human art student said, its eyes fixed on the pile of parts, with a strong desire in its eyes.
"Okay." Mu Daxian stepped aside a little, then tilted his head and nuzzled at the pile of parts, "Get out of here after you take it."
The puppet artist ran over as if he had been granted amnesty.
But just when it bent down to pick up the pile of parts, Mu Daxian pulled out the drawing board and used it as a giant sword to chop the dummy to the ground.
「咚！啪——」
那伪人的身躯本就是被牧大贤拼装起来的，如今遭受重击，便当场四分五裂了开来。
Seeing Mu Daxian slowly approaching him with a drawing board like an indifferent demon, the head of another pseudo-art student was also full of fear: "Mu Daxian! You... please let me go, let me go!"
"It was also trying 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 accept it!! I won't accept it!"
The pseudo-art student looked ecstatic, thinking that Mu Daxian had softened his heart, and said quickly: "Yes, yes, reasons, reasons! There must be a reason for everything, right? I have never been against you, I just follow your lead..."
"That's right..." Mu Daxian thought thoughtfully, "Then let me ask you, what is 1+1?"
The pseudo-human art student was stunned and tentatively replied: "...2?"
Mu Daxian slammed down the drawing board and ruthlessly took away its life.
I didn’t dare to take a breath when I saw the hair flying around me.
Him Mu Daxian just now felt very strange to him. One moment he was telling him that the pseudo-human art students and their art students just had different beliefs, and the next moment he went back on his word and killed them without any mercy.
Looking at Mao Feiyang who was stagnant in place, Mu Daxian shook off the remaining tomato paste mixed with white powder on the drawing board, wiped the drawing board clean with the dummy art student's school uniform, and then touched him with his elbow.
"What's the matter, are you stupid?"
Mao Feiyang was ejected three meters away like a frightened cat. He looked at Mu Daxian in shock and panic, fearing that Mu Daxian would do the same to him.
"You dare to jump away? Come here!" Mu Daxian frowned and shouted like a harbinger.
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