Chapter 229 I, Mu Daxian, have always been known for being frugal
"You!" Mu Daxian raised the drawing board. Mao Feiyang rubbed his head and shrank back. He reacted so quickly that Mu Daxian couldn't stop him.
..." Mu Daxian helped him up, "You are really a fucking bitch."
Mao Feiyang squeezed out an extremely forced smile: "You are really good at reading people."
< br/> Mu Daxian: "..."
"Let's pick up things." Mu Daxian dropped a sentence, put the four light bulbs into the cloth bag, and then started to pick up the remaining "parts" scattered on the ground by the two puppet art students.
Mao Feiyang was a little confused, but he still did as he was told.
When he collected all the parts, he saw Mu Daxian started to assemble them again.
Not long after, a combination of pseudo-humans with humanoid outlines was placed in front of Mao Feiyang.
"Is this?" Mao Feiyang was a little frightened when he saw it. Mu Daxian... seemed to be reassembling a headless humanoid sculpture using the remains of a puppet artist?
“You can’t understand, right?” Mu Daxian said with a half-smile.
Mao Feiyang nodded.
He began not to understand Mu Daxian's behavior again, but this time it was different from the last time. Last time Mu Daxian led him to escape the pursuit of the laughing angel. Although he was confused during the whole process, he felt very safe.
But it’s different now.
The current Mu Daxian only made him feel strange...
Mao Feiyang's head did not move, but his eyes subconsciously swiped left and right. An ominous 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 "feel" Mu Daxian's aura, but it was okay if he didn't feel it. Once he felt it, it almost scared him to faint.
Mu Daxian at this time seemed to be shrouded in a soaring "malice". This kind of malice had never been felt before. No, he had felt it before - just before the night watchman rang the bell of Doomsday, when the female puppet art teacher and Mu Daxian had a conflict in the classroom, he had felt it!
Mu Daxian seemed to be aware of it. He turned around and glanced at Mao Feiyang, and then said: "Are you... feeling it?"
"I didn't! I really didn't!!" Mao Feiyang was so frightened that he felt the cold air in Tianling Gai rush out like a dike, and his whole body was chilled.
Mu Daxian stood up and walked towards him, and said calmly: "It is a good thing to have understanding, but perception at this time will scare you to death."
He pointed at the headless humanoid unit he had pieced together, and said: "They are not completely dead yet, and now the resentment is heavier, and the malice released is not something you can bear."
Mao Feiyang was originally afraid of Mu Daxian, but after hearing these words, he suddenly realized that Mu Daxian who walked in front of him had no evil aura at all, and all the malice he had sensed before actually came from that assembled object that seemed lifeless!
"What's going on?" Mao Feiyang breathed a secret sigh of relief, but also put away his fear of Mu Daxian, and asked in confusion.
"Just crushing the heads will not make them completely 'dead'." Mu Daxian explained, "Do you still remember the 'life and death theory' I said before?"
"If it weren't for me, if it were other art students, they would have killed all the bones and scraps."
"So... they actually have the characteristics of nocturnal species, that is to say, as long as there is a little bit of "origin" left, they can be resurrected intact."< br/>
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 when he heard this sentence, but Lin Yi understood it very well.
Just like after the nocturnal species are sculpted by light, if their sculptures are chopped up inch by inch, the dark red blood-like origin containing the "genetic material" inside will shrink bit by bit into the last inch of flesh and blood that has not been completely crushed.
If Mu Daxian showed his determination to kill them from the beginning, then they would definitely shrink that part of their origin into a tricky part, instead of spreading it all over the body like now.
"Of course, I'm not doing this to prevent them from resurrecting."
"At this point, the sun is almost setting. Unless I do nothing serious and transport them to the afterglow of the setting sun to kill them, I won't be able to kill them."
Mao Feiyang wondered: "Brother Xian, since you don't want to kill them, why are you going to all this trouble for?"
"Of course it's for the second step of our plan to return to art." Mu Daxian said calmly.
"Ah? How does this relate to our second step? Wait! Brother Xian, is this the "cheating meal" prepared for the Laughing Angel? ! "
"Are you planning to use them as stand-ins, like last night?"
Mao Feiyang suddenly understood.
Mu Daxian smiled and said: "Your brain is like window paper, you can clear it with just one click."
Mao Feiyang shrank his neck and subconsciously touched the back of his head. He was now a little worried about whether Mu Daxian's clear voice would have some physical meaning.
Mu Daxian ignored him and continued: "The "quality" of pseudo-human art students cannot be compared with ordinary nocturnal species and pseudo-human sculptures. Using them as stand-ins can be said to have outstanding results. "
"Sounds awesome..." Mao Feiyang said.
"It's more awesome when you make it." Mu Daxian praised himself unceremoniously, "It's the same as cooking. You just don't know the steps, you also need to master the heat. These skills can't be accumulated after one or two years of immersion."
The corner of Mu Daxian's mouth raised slightly: "Do you want to know how I got the title of 'Pseudo-Buster'?"
He clapped his hands: "Wait for me here."
"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang quickly stopped Mu Daxian, "How about you take me with you?" "Stay here and watch it." Mu Daxian pointed at the assembled version of the headless pseudo-human, "It's still 'alive'. Just keep an eye on it and don't let it get away."
"What, me?" Mao Feiyang pointed to his nose in disbelief, feeling like he was on the run now, being ordered to kill Sun Wukong by the Nine-Headed Insect, "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 give it a try, as long as you don’t break it, you can do whatever you want. ."
"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go first! When I come back, I will explain the principle to you." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder, and disappeared from Mao Feiyang's sight with a flexible move.
Mao Feiyang hugged the drawing board and squatted on the ground, nervously looking around, trembling like a little girl selling nuclear bombs in the north wind.
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The dark wind blows in the forest, and the mist floats. The sculpture square moves slowly in the shadows, rubbing against the dead leaves and making a rustling sound. The combination of movement and stillness is not very strange.
The fingers of the assembled headless dummy next to Mao Feiyang twitched, and then began to move uncoordinatedly like a puppet, as if the source in its body was controlling its body.
Mao Feiyang looked over in horror and saw the dummy sitting up from the ground and coming directly in front of him, his hands scratching at his empty head irregularly.
"Confused"
Just when Mao Feiyang was overwhelmed by this terrifying and funny scene, the hands of the puppet suddenly grabbed Mao Feiyang's head as if they had eyes.
【Head, I want my head! 】
【Give me a head! ! 】
"What the hell?!" Mao Feiyang jumped three feet high while holding the drawing board. His stress response was faster than his brain. Holding the drawing board with both hands, he hit Huashan with one force, "Touhoutou, I'll give you a head!"
At this moment, Mao Feiyang seemed to be spurting out a jet of green energy, like a thought. The same thing was wrapped around the drawing board, causing it to be cut down along the body of the dummy like a guillotine... "Crack... jump!"
The dummy was centered on the torso, and its fur flew like a white chicken. It was split into two halves, and the two halves of the body fell to the ground with their own hands and feet...
"Xiao Mao, I'm coming back!" Mu Daxian really went back quickly. The voice floated from not far away at this moment, but then the tone raised an octave, "What the hell? What's going on!" Thumbs up: "Awesome, awesome Brother Mao, I want you to watch and don't let them run away. Why don't you use them as firewood with your backhand to practice jumping chops?"
After a while...
"...Such and such...Actually, this is what happened..." Mao Feiyang explained weakly.
Mu Daxian was already reassembling the dummy. He sneered: "I don't care, I've seen everything. No matter how you explain it, it's useless. I'll give you the drawing board next time, so you can guard against the Laughing Angel alone."
"Still having a stress reaction?" Mu Daxian sneered, "The stress reaction is so strong, with a little training he will become a fierce general in our art building. From now on, it will be you and the teacher who guard the observation tower."
Mao Feiyang tightened his lips and did not dare to defend himself anymore.
Mu Daxian saw Mao Feiyang huddled on the side in aggrieved manner, and he smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'm convinced. I'm bluffing you, don't look so grim."
"Actually, I haven't reinforced them yet. It's normal for you to smash them."
Mu Daxian held a large ball of white paste in his hand and started to glue the various parts of the dummy like a universal glue, and at the same time said: " Let me tell you what the second step is. Please listen carefully. This step requires your cooperation before it can be implemented. "
"Oh, Brother Xian, please tell me." Mao Feiyang became very energetic when he heard this second step.
Until this moment, he looked curiously at the ball of white rice cake in Mu Daxian's hand.
This white cake is what Mu Daxian got back after he left. Mao Feiyang felt that the thing was familiar through "perception", but he couldn't figure out what it was for a while.
“The essence of this second step of “cheating meal” is actually a substitute. " Mu Daxian said slowly, "What we did last night is actually a castrated version of what I am doing now. Because the situation was urgent last night, we were caught off guard by the Smiling 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 live, as long as we can't be killed, we can be killed."
"Today's words are different. I am prepared today, so I will definitely take the casualties and minimize the injuries."
“Pseudohuman art students are the life form closest to us. I used them to spell out the word ‘you’. In order to ensure the originality, I guided them from the beginning to spread the original material throughout the body.”
"In this way, after I smash their heads, the part that controls their intelligence will not recover in a short period of time..."
"I will break up the rest of their origins, not giving them a chance to intercept the control of this body, and at the same time, it will make it easier for me to mess with their cognition..."
"'Confusing cognition'?" Mao Feiyang was startled.
Mu Daxian raised the piece of white rice cake in his hand: "Use this."
"This is the "essence" of nocturnal species. I just returned to the teaching building and took out a nest of a nocturnal species."
Mao Feiyang's pupils condensed. He had never expected that Mu Daxian's so-called coming back when he left was actually to kill some nocturnal species...
No wonder he thought that thing looked familiar, but he didn't expect that it was the original substance of nocturnal species!
Brother Xian slaughtered some nocturnal seeds to get some original substances, how could it be said that it was as easy as going to the wet market to buy some vegetables?
·As Mu Daxian spoke, he used the white cake in his hand to glue the complete headless dummy together: "So many messy thoughts, plus the origins of the two dummy art students... so many things mixed together. It's enough to make a semi-finished alien sculpture..."
He shaped the remaining part into a square column, placed it on the neck of the headless dummy, and began to shape it into a head.
"Using the "materials" to the extreme, how about it, am I awesome?" Looking at his masterpiece, Mu Daxian's mouth turned up proudly, "No way, who told me, Mu Daxian, to be known for being frugal?"
"Frugality is frugality..." Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's final product's head, but his face was very ugly, and he was not happy at all.
"But Brother Xian...how did you make its head look like mine?"
Thanks to the book friends "usjdnshhs", "book friend 20230315213051631", and "the nickname does not exist" for the tips! !
(End of this chapter)