Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"I..." the Imposter began.

"You dropped your student ID. Good thing I found it, or you'd be dead!" When Mu Daxian spoke to the Imposter, his voice carried an eerie, demonic quality. Even Mao Feiyang, standing nearby, felt a shiver of fear.

Mu Daxian's tone was that of a friendly, familiar acquaintance, and as he spoke, he glanced at Mao Feiyang, giving him a meaningful look.

Mao Feiyang's heart trembled, and he instantly understood Mu Daxian's meaning. He quickly tore the two student commemorative coins from his wounds.

"Hiss..." Countless blood threads connected the student commemorative coins to Mao Feiyang's wounds. Pulling them off felt like prying something from a spiderweb, a gruesome and terrifying sight. The pain made Mao Feiyang hiss and gasp for air.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and with a burst of strength, he plucked them off like picking fruit, then handed them to Mu Daxian.

Lin Yi watched the student commemorative coins in Mao Feiyang's hand. At this moment, the two coins had completely lost their original appearance. They looked swollen and bulging, like animal hearts with twisted blood vessels, even throbbing 'thump-thump' in Mao Feiyang's hand, as if they were truly alive.

Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes, took the student commemorative coins, and with a determined grit of his teeth, stuffed them into the Imposter's hand. Then, he put on a concerned tone and said, "Look at you, look at you. If you accidentally drop it again next time, I won't be able to help you."

As he spoke, he slowly released the Imposter, then helpfully pulled him up from the ground.

The Imposter was clearly stunned, standing there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time. He simply stared at the heart-like student commemorative coins in his hand, a sickly, fanatical look gradually appearing in his eyes...

"I am... I am... Mao... Fei... yang..."

"I am Mao Feiyang, I am Mao Feiyang! I am Mao Feiyang!!!"

"You already *are* 'Mao Feiyang,' what's with all the yelling?" Mu Daxian kicked him playfully, scolding with a smile, "Hurry back to the teaching building. It's raining so hard, what are you doing staying here? Afraid of getting wet?"

The Imposter said, "Right, right, right... You're right, it's raining so hard, I should go back to the teaching building to take shelter from the rain!"

"Exactly! Hurry and go!" Mu Daxian urged.

The Imposter then took somewhat clumsy steps, slowly walking out of the lamplight's range.

At this moment, lightning ripped through the night sky, black and white momentarily interchanging. Lin Yi discovered that a trace of confusion had actually appeared on the faces of the nine angel statues surrounding them, as if they were somewhat unable to distinguish who the real Mao Feiyang was.

"Student commemorative coins can be used like this?" Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian, his eyes full of shock. "You found an Imposter to replace our 'identity' to die? That's a real dirty trick!"

Mu Daxian watched the Imposter's back. With one hand on the lamppost, he was enveloped in the soft light, like a captain standing on the mast of a ship braving a storm on an endless voyage.

The storm completely drenched him, his wet hair stuck to his forehead. His gaze was calm and collected, calculating every step he still needed to take.

"Don't be happy too soon, the dirty tricks have only just begun!"

With that, he half-squatted down, then stomped his legs on the ground, suddenly leaping up, and reached out to pierce the lampshade of the lamppost, grabbing the 'light bulb' in his hand and pulling it out!

By the time he landed on the ground, the 'light bulb' had already been pulled out of the lamppost by him.

Mao Feiyang looked at the “light bulb” in shock, never expecting that this thing could actually emit light from nothing.

"This, this isn't a light bulb?"

"Go!" Mu Daxian rarely spoke so concisely, unwilling to say even a word more, grabbing the 'light bulb' and following the Imposter's pace.

Mao Feiyang quickly followed, then he soon noticed that the corners of Mu Daxian's mouth were hissing and twitching, his expression seemingly extremely painful.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mu Daxian's palm. He saw that Mu Daxian's hand, which was gripping the light bulb, was emitting white smoke, like a lit signal flare. This was integrated into the storm and the surrounding mist, making it difficult to see clearly for a moment, but he still observed it with his perception.

He really wanted to say something, but he knew that Mu Daxian definitely didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he suppressed all the words in his heart and silently followed behind Mu Daxian.

His intuition told him that the damage caused by the light bulb to Mu Daxian was probably far greater than the damage he had suffered from the angel statues absorbing his extraordinary power along the way.

They quickly followed the Imposter back to the teaching building. The Imposter in front walked stiffly, while Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang behind were like Kumārajīva taking Duan Yu to Yanzi坞, suddenly encountering a storm and then hiding in a small dilapidated temple.

Among them, Duan Yu was like a skinny, dark monkey, while Kumārajīva was still a version who had become possessed while practicing the Flame Blade Technique...

"'Mao Feiyang,' 'Mao Feiyang,' slow down, slow down!" Mu Daxian followed "panting."

The Imposter in front indeed paused for a moment.

With just that pause, Mu Daxian grabbed him again and pressed him to the ground, then shoved the light bulb directly into his mouth!!!

No one knew how much force Mu Daxian used to shove it in, but he actually reached his hand directly through the Imposter's throat, shoving the light bulb directly into his stomach, and then nonchalantly pulled his hand out.

This scene made Mao Feiyang's stomach churn behind him, almost vomiting out stomach acid.

The Imposter still looked dazed, seemingly blissfully unaware of what had happened.

After doing all this, Mu Daxian directly lifted the Imposter up from the ground, identified his position, and then rushed over directly.

"Xiao Mao, follow, quick!" He only urged once, not caring whether Mao Feiyang had followed or not—because time waited for no one!

Under his full sprint, the distance between him and the Imposter rapidly shrank. When he was about to rush into the Imposter's domain, he braked suddenly, then threw the Imposter out like a javelin thrower.

"'I choose you, go, Mao Feiyang'! ! !"

His goal was not to throw the Imposter at Him, but only to throw the Imposter into His domain.

The Imposter drew a perfect parabola in the dark night. Coincidentally, lightning flashed, and white light illuminated the long sky. The static scene of the nine angel statues pouncing on the Imposter was frozen in the black-and-white image, beautiful, cultish,妖异,诡谲, like the shadow of angels reflected in hell in religious murals, fallen things, chasing after the sacrificial rites belonging to demons.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Mao Feiyang's heart, greatly shocking his young mind—so this was all of Mu Daxian's dirty tricks!

This... this is too unbelievable, right?!

But even more unbelievable things were still to come—

"Damn, stop spacing out, come here quickly!" Mu Daxian's voice carried an urgent call, instantly awakening Mao Feiyang, who had been stunned into a daze.

—Mu Daxian's dirty tricks weren't over yet.

I saw Mu Daxian run to a dead end near the corridor bridge of the teaching building, then prop up his drawing board, take out a few paintbrushes from his cloth bag and bite them in his mouth, and then unscrew the lids of several paint cans and place them on the ground.

He didn't use a palette, but directly dipped the paintbrush in the paint and smeared it on the blank drawing board, looking like an immature painter, making strokes here and there, quickly covering almost the entire drawing board with messy paint.

Immediately afterwards, he began to stir the paint clumps on the drawing board with even more frantic and scribbled strokes.

At this moment, even Mao Feiyang, a layman in painting, was stunned by Mu Daxian's painting technique—Mu Daxian actually used the drawing board as both a palette and a canvas…

Madman, this is simply a pure artistic madman!

No one dares to paint like this!

Especially painting, which is very particular about the angle and change of light and shadow, cannot tolerate the practice of mixing colors while painting, not to mention, Mu Daxian only has one chance!

But as Mu Daxian continued to paint, the things on the drawing board gradually became real.

He discovered that what Mu Daxian painted was actually the dead end next to the corridor bridge of the teaching building in front of him!

Mu Daxian's paintings belong to the kind of hyperrealism, but Mao Feiyang found that the dead end painted by Mu Daxian seemed to be different from what he had just seen.

It's hard to say what's different, but it feels like something is different.

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So he moved his eyes away from the drawing board and looked at the dead end in front…

"Ah?! !" Mao Feiyang opened his mouth wide and rubbed his eyes hard.

What did he see?!

The dead end in front of him was exactly the same as the one painted by Mu Daxian!

This is an extremely abstract way of expression. Usually when someone paints, we would say, what you painted looks so similar, but now it's different, it's completely reversed!

This big dead end in the teaching building, the way you and Mu Daxian painted it is so similar!

"Damn! How could this happen…? !" Mao Feiyang felt a burst of horror, could it be that there was something wrong with his perception?!

"Done, let's go!" Mu Daxian put away the drawing board and greeted Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang's brain was in chaos, and he could only follow Mu Daxian into the dead end in a daze.

A magical and strange scene appeared. Mu Daxian, who was walking in front, bumped into the wall at the end of the dead end, and then drilled into it like Harry Potter entering Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Mao Feiyang subconsciously froze in front of the wall.

But Mu Daxian's hand suddenly came out of the wall, grabbed the collar of his chest, and dragged him into it.

When he crossed the wall, he only remembered a warm and cool feeling like water passing through his body. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was still in the dead end, but the dead end he was in now seemed to be the real end of the dead end.

"Just now, what… what's going on?" Mao Feiyang's mind was buzzing. Ever since Mu Daxian said he was going to do something骚, he couldn't understand Mu Daxian's behavior.

Not only could he not understand what he was doing, but he also couldn't understand what he did, what he wanted to do, and finally, what he achieved.

It wasn't until this moment that Mu Daxian fell to the ground with his butt, and then supported his knees with his right hand, breathing heavily, but after breathing three or four breaths, Mu Daxian seemed to feel unsatisfied, so he simply leaned back and lay on the ground like an old turtle, turning into a big character.

"Hahaha…" He laughed in a low voice, and directly spit out the few paintbrushes he was holding in his mouth to the side, "Xiao Mao, we are temporarily safe!"

Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's unseemly lying posture, and suddenly noticed the latter's left hand…

Mu Daxian's left hand showed an extremely strange bluish-gray skin texture, like a stone, and there was still some sticky liquid on his arm, like mucus that had been stuck on when he was stuffed into the stomach of a pseudo-human…

Despite this, Mu Daxian's arm was still able to move freely, but if you look closely at his palm, you will find that his palm is pitch black, as if it is about to be burned through…

Seeing Mao Feiyang staring blankly, Mu Daxian didn't care at first. After relieving some of his fatigue, he slowly asked: "By the way, what were you saying just now? Xiao Mao? Xiao Mao? Xiao…"

"Uh—" Mao Feiyang was awakened, and then ignored the topic of "just now", and directly stared at Mu Daxian's arm, both worried and hesitant: "Daxian… your, your hand?"

Mu Daxian glanced at his hand, grabbed the air with his five fingers, and smiled bitterly: "Just suffered a serious injury, a small problem."

"This… this is still a small problem?"

"As long as people are alive, nothing is a big problem."

Mao Feiyang was infected by Mu Daxian's spirit, and for a while he didn't know what to say, just silently staring at Mu Daxian's left hand.

Mu Daxian felt very uncomfortable being watched by Mao Feiyang's eyes, and the picture of the second master played by Da Shu in A Chinese Odyssey saying to the big master played by Xing Ye "Cut it off, it's all burnt" popped up in his mind…

He also wanted to say that it was a bit brittle, but it could still be used.

But looking at Mao Feiyang's dog's cheap look, Mu Daxian just wanted to say one sentence—where's my drawing board?!

"It's already awesome to only get this result from hand bursting the street lamp, okay." Mu Daxian still didn't copy the drawing board in the end, because he was still too tired, his whole body was sore and numb, his body bones seemed to be falling apart, and his brain power consumption was also extremely high, so he could only talk to Mao Feiyang simply.

"Forget it, you won't understand this now, you will know how awesome your Xian brother is in the future."

"No need for the future, I think you are awesome now, you are simply a superman!"

"Superman is very tired, I want to turn over and draw three cards and then pass a round of turns." Mu Daxian was so tired that he stuck out his tongue, indicating that he really wanted to turn over and sleep on the spot overnight.

"Brother Xian, don't be like this, aren't we going back to the art building?" Mao Feiyang sat next to Mu Daxian and asked.

"Still going back to the art building?!" Mu Daxian widened his eyes, "Wake up, Xiao Mao, there are all angel sculptures outside!"

"Ah… oh oh oh, you're right." Mao Feiyang nodded, thinking that four angel sculptures in an elevator, this configuration is really Jesus has to stay one night before leaving.

But if you don't leave today… are you really going to spend the night in the teaching building?

To be more precise, spend the night here?

Really turn over and draw three cards and then pass a round of turns?