Chapter 232 The Death of the Puppet Mao Feiyang (1000 words added)
Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, and he was sure that he had been scanned, but he was not seen clearly...
Mu Daxian observed with a heart in his heart. The condition of the remaining body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, while feeling the rhythm of the elevator, holding his breath, clenching his fists, and having a sense of escaping from the crematorium...
If the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang died early, the Laughing Angel would find them.
Once that happens, the elevator will be no different from a crematorium with the last door closed.
The smiling angel is wandering in the elevator, and the fake human hair gradually disappears...
"Brother Xian...I...I'm so tired...I seem...like I'm going to fall asleep..." The pseudo-human head with flying hair lowered its eyelids and said angrily.
Mu Daxian glanced at it and saw that its entire head was almost petrified, but he didn't realize it.
The Laughing Angel greedily sucked in the extraordinary power within its body, and that power evaporated out of its body uncontrollably like mist, and immediately condensed into a piece of pure white powder particles that crossed dimensions and penetrated into the nasal cavity of the Laughing Angel.
The smiling angel closed his eyes, his eyebrows slightly stretched, and his face showed a strange but extremely enjoyable expression.
Mu Daxian quickly reached out and groped quietly on the puppet's hairy body, confirming that the body was still strong. Even though it had a tendency to become petrified, it was still within the category of flesh and blood.
It is a pity that the head is not as strong as the body, and staring at the laughing angel whose head keeps sucking the extraordinary power, there is also an unnatural expression on that chilling face. If I have to describe it, it is probably I picked a bowl of good wine with the old winemaker and drank it alone, but as I drank, I felt like "I fucking drank fake wine"...
The Laughing Angel seemed to have noticed something, and his already ferocious expression became even more terrifying.
At this moment, Mu Daxian finally found the right opportunity to make a move.
“Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, I’m here to cheer you up!” Mu Daxian said, squatting down and patting his face with his hand, just like a good friend helping to cheer him up.
But as he patted it, part of the head broke into pieces.
The face was still intact, but the piece on the back of the head was broken like dried mud under the load.
"Not good!" This scene not only almost knocked out Mao Feiyang, who was quietly paying attention to the development of the situation, but also made Lin Yi hold a breath in his throat and dare not spit it out easily.
But Mu Daxian seemed to have already taken all of this into account. He turned slightly sideways, held up the bag with one hand, and a light bulb emitting orange light rolled over.
He picked up some broken stones with his hand, mixed them with light bulbs, and pressed them behind the intact face of the dummy like a craftsman making clay figures.
Then he worked hard and covered the puppet's eyes with fluttering hair with one hand, picked it up like a watermelon with the other hand, and put its head on his body again.
I don't know what method he used, but the glued head did not fall apart, and it "grew" firmly on the neck. However, because it was a light bulb, the new head of the pseudo-human with flying hair was like a sun punch, walking smoothly and dazzlingly.
Lin Yi was stunned by this hand operation. He looked at the new version of the dummy's hair flying on the back of his head, and he couldn't realize that a light bulb was integrated there at the first moment!
“It’s cognitive overwriting! He added ‘cognitive overwriting’!” Lin Yi’s heart skipped a beat and he suddenly understood.
"Do you feel... better?" Mu Daxian asked in a low voice. The voice was once again full of magnetism, containing special magic power, like hypnosis.
"Much better..." The puppet Mao Feiyang wanted to nod again, but this time he was held down by Mu Daxian.
"That's good." Mu Daxian slowly let go of his hand and quietly wiped away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Then, the elevator continued to run smoothly for more than ten seconds, but the good times did not last long, and the pseudo-human body gradually began to have problems with its flying hair.
Under the continuous feeding of the six laughing angels, all the extraordinary power in the body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang was finally exhausted...
It gradually turned to stone...
And this time, it was not just the head, but the entire body!
"The situation is a little worse than I expected..." Mu Daxian gritted his teeth, his expression gradually darkened.
"Xiao Mao, how do you feel? Can you still bear it?" He asked softly.
The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang did not speak.
Mu Daxian patted it gently, trying to wake it up again.
As soon as he put his hand on it, one of the puppet's arms with flying hair fell off from under his sleeve.
With a "snap" sound, the arm that had turned into a plaster-like substance fell to pieces in the elevator.
The next moment, the pseudo-human Hair Feiyang's whole figure shattered like mud, and pure white powder particles suddenly filled the entire elevator...
Without the pseudo-human Hair Feiyang, the Smiling Angel gradually closed his hands, then slowly lowered his head, folded his wings, and shrank into a corner.
They began to cover their faces with their hands, and then assumed a posture of facing the wall.
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The Laughing Angel... doesn't seem to have noticed him?
Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he felt a warm breath envelope him.
He quietly lifted some hoods and looked up along with the warm feeling.
I saw Mu Daxian's arms slightly spread out, holding a light bulb in each hand.
That warm feeling comes from that light bulb!
Mu Daxian was mumbling words, as if he was reciting some kind of ancient poem. This magical rhythm seemed to soothe the laughing angels and make them intoxicated.
Ke Mu Daxian didn't seem to feel well. His complexion turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that maintaining this state was an extremely taxing operation for him.
"Brother Xian, he...?!"
Mao Feiyang stared at this scene blankly.
At this time, Mu Daxian's voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Idiot, don't look at it. Do you really think I will let you guard against the angel alone?"
Mao Feiyang felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this. He was startled again and again. Only then did he realize that it was indeed Mu Daxian who was talking to him, but at the same time, he was pretending to mutter to himself!
"So awesome, next time you will defend against the Angel alone?" 》
Mu Daxian's teasing voice was still echoing in his ears, but only now did he realize why men could be so damn duplicitous.
Lied to me and told me to guard against Angel alone, but you ended up taking advantage of me at a disagreement?
Mao Feiyang felt sour in his heart, and suddenly he understood why Mu Daxian had the mentality of agreeing to marry a woman on the spot when Lao Mo descended from the sky to save Mu Daxian.
In this situation, if he were a woman, Gao Lu would also have the idea of committing herself to him.
The fire is passed down from generation to generation and never ends.
Perhaps it was because someone held an umbrella for me when I was caught in the rain, so now I am willing to hold an umbrella for others.
Mao Feiyang was moved and his eyes were slightly moist.
But this situation did not last long, the two light bulbs also flickered "Puff, Puff, Puff", and immediately 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 forcibly continued the last wave of light.
However, the brightness of a light bulb is not enough after all, and the light in the elevator is obviously dimmed.
At this moment, Lin Yi was clearly aware of the cold chill that was eroding his body. He could also clearly feel Mao Zi's complex emotions 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 cognitive field.
So he carefully observed everything around him, only in this way could he extract enough "value" from here.
Gradually, he noticed that there seemed to be something special about the gray haze floating on the bodies of the Laughing Angels.
He found that the cold malice in the light mist was scattered like dust, as if it were particles of thoughts projected into the third dimension from some incomprehensible high dimension, constantly swaying out with the unique "breathing" of the Laughing 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 brilliance of the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand was left to disperse them.
And every offset will make the light bulb's light become dimmer.
【The sun has gone out long ago, how long can the afterglow illuminate them? The gray fog has arrived, and you all deserve to die. 】
Lin Yi recalled what the puppet art teacher said to Mu Daxian in the art building.
The light is extinguished, and the whole world will be shrouded in the ashes of angels!
Is this the essence of the gray fog invasion? !
Lin Yi's pupils condensed slightly - "Could it be that the 'him' that Mu Daxian said could tear paper into pieces is the ultimate 'angel'..."
"Is it the existence called 'God' in the age of European mythology?"
h " Floods, volcanoes, natural disasters, meteorites... world-destroying disasters... Is this how people in ancient times "recognized" "tearing up paper"! "
"Because that method cannot be recognized, the form of expression brought about by it has become the only way for people to "recognize" it!
“That’s right, so often only people with positions such as priests and shamans of the race will pass on these things orally - because the “truth” cannot be “recognized” by the world, so only highly inspired people with an absolutely broad cognitive field can faintly touch this taboo. "
At the whole moment, Lin Yi's mind exploded, and some ancient doomsday scenes seemed to appear in his mind. The founder and recorder of the ancient civilization, unable to watch the collapse of the world, recorded the last symbols...
At the same time, the sound of the train passing through the tunnel sounded again in his ears, and his vision began to jump like a tape jam.
The dark shadow seemed to be spreading behind him, and some ancient proverbs fluttered on his cheeks like ribbons blown by the wind with a very devilish and evil rhythm, swirling and echoing in his ears...
【…fanTome...】
【fan...Tome... fRa... for...RidEn...】
【fanTome fRa forRidEn...】
The abyss expanded behind him, and the gray mist seemed like endless solid tentacles, trying to tie him up and drag him into the abyss!
This indescribable fear made Lin Yi's body tremble uncontrollably. He knew that he was going in the right direction... He was right again!
He then shattered his thoughts, and when the abyss was about to swallow him, he stabilized the frequency-hopping perspective and returned to the elevator.
He knew that he was in a dream, so he was fearless and gave himself a layer of buff innately.
He knew that compared to him in the dream, the crisis encountered 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 has seen abandoned and failed light bulbs before, and he has also seen light bulbs in lamp shades, but this is the first time he has seen a light bulb that is still shining without a lamp shade.
Lin Yi looked at the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand, and was surprised to find that the light bulb... was actually moving!
That kind of rhythm like heart relaxation and contraction!
But now as the light of the light bulb faded, this amplitude was able to be observed by Lin Yi.
Suddenly, Lin Yi saw a strange "swimming" pattern in the concentric circles of the light bulb. The pattern was like a trapped moth, scurrying around desperately inside the spherical light bulb. Every time the light bulb collided, a ripple appeared!
It is extremely fast, so the collision with the inner wall of the light bulb also occurs extremely fast. 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 observed, "Is this the secret of the light bulb? So the street lamp does not need a "power supply system", the energy of the light bulb comes from itself!"
"It's just... what is the 'moth' in this light bulb?"
Lin Yi tried to observe again, but the light quickly dimmed.
Did not last long before the last light bulb flickered, and then the moth went out suddenly as if it had breathed its last breath.
“I’m so fucking damn strong... This is ‘demon-sucking’. No light bulb can withstand this speed of sucking?” Mu Daxian squeezed out a low growl between his teeth, with red-gold light floating in a pair of bloodshot eyes, and his tone was extremely difficult.
Without the light of the light bulb, the elevator suddenly turned into a ruined temple on a barren mountain facing a thunderstorm at night. The light of the flashing elevator was like the thunder that flashed from time to time on the horizon. The dank mist sprayed from the bodies of the laughing angels was more like the wind and rain beating on the windows of the ruined temple. The water vapor that reached the temple...
As the gray fog spread, the closed elevator with limited space was like a leaking diving bell, and Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were like two divers trapped in it, feeling the fear of being swallowed by the fog bit by bit.
When the damp gray mist fell on Mao Feiyang, Lin Yi seemed to feel the pure malice that made his scalp numb.
What was even more horrifying was that he discovered that as the gray mist eroded, Mao Feiyang's body began to absorb the power of the gray mist indiscriminately, just like when it absorbed white powder particles in the art building.
As the gray fog erodes, an unnatural bluish-gray texture begins to appear on the fluttering body, just like the mottled marks on the surface of a sculpture that has weathered the weather of the times.
He quickly looked at Mu Daxian again, only to find that Mu Daxian's condition was not much better. The two people in the elevator both showed signs of being sculpted...
Even Mu Daxian, who is known as an extraordinary art student, can only be suppressed by the breath of the Laughing Angel under the constraints of limited space!
Gradually, under the flickering of lights, Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang absorbed enough gray fog, and the Smiling Angel, who had covered his face towards the corner of the elevator, finally caught Mao Feiyang's breath...
Four Smiling Angels scattered in the corner, two standing The smiling angel at the elevator door slowly turned around like a puppet at this moment, and its stone bead-like eyes also turned slowly, and slowly put its gaze on Mao Feiyang's body...
At this moment, Mao Feiyang's whole body was chilled, as if he had been thrown into a large ice bucket filled with cold water.
【……lyset……】
【lyset……】
The elevator began to echo with a low, hoarse voice full of strange rhythm, like a distant song drifting in the wind.
The Smiling Angels slowly approached Mao Feiyang. Although some 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 to the drawing board, and cut his hand with a hard force!
"Tsk! Damn it, it still hurts a little!"
Hand was cut, and blood began to flow from the wound.
The smiling angel who had been staring at Feiyang Mao seemed to have smelled something more delicious, and a look of joy and greed immediately appeared on his ferocious face.
Frantically sucking the extraordinary power in Mu Daxian's body, as if all his blood was drained...
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