Rules-related weird stories: 4016

The corners of Mu Daxian's mouth twitched fiercely, and he pursed his lips without answering.

Seeing this scene, Mao Feiyang knew that he had guessed correctly. Mu Daxian was indeed a habitual offender when it came to blowing up streetlights... …

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Mao Feiyang quickly changed the subject to prevent Mu Daxian from picking up the parts of a Fake Art Student and hitting him a couple of times: "Brother Xian... ...do you think they will play tricks? Are the Fake Art Students really trustworthy?"

To Mao Feiyang's surprise, Mu Daxian said: "Actually... ...to a certain extent, they are trustworthy."

"The only difference between us and them is 'belief'."

"They insist that becoming their kind of life form is an evolution, and they hope to let us all 'evolve'... ...but we are still more 'human'."

"Simply put, their position is not 'human', but they are not anti-human either. 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: "That's inevitable. I actually understand them very well."

"Just like some Fake Art Students can never be converted back, and I will not hesitate to attack them when I encounter them, I am also the kind of person who can never be baptized and purified for them."

"Because... ...I have an invincible will of steel!"

"Brother Xian, if you don't brag about yourself, I feel like I'm letting down this atmosphere... ..." Mao Feiyang said in a cheap way.

"I'm just telling the truth." Mu Daxian rubbed his forehead, thinking that he was showing off too much. Sure enough, even telling the truth seemed pretentious. "Actually, the only thing I'm worried about now is not that they won't come back, but that there isn't enough time."

"What do we do then?"

Mu Daxian shook his head: "Let's wait. I gave them a time limit just to give them a sense of crisis. After all, we only need to obtain a light bulb with extraordinary characteristics before the Smiling Angel appears."

"Oh... ..." Mao Feiyang responded, nodding as if he understood a little.

So the two of them waited and waited... …

Gradually, the afterglow of the setting sun began to be swallowed by the mountains. A touch of orange-red intertwined with deep blue in the sky. Between the interlacing of light and shadow, a layer of thin mist began to rise from the depths of the mountains. They slowly permeated from between the trees and rock crevices like ghosts, spreading silently.

The fog was initially faint, almost transparent, but as time went by, it became denser and denser, as if it had life, wandering in the forest, looking for objects to attach to.

The ashes of the setting sun became mottled and fragmented through this layer of mist. The beams of light refracted in the mist, forming dreamy beams of light, illuminating the piles of dead leaves in the forest, but they were swallowed by the mist and disappeared in an instant.

"It's foggy... ..." Mao Feiyang muttered to himself, but was immediately stunned, "That's not right, wasn't there already fog?"

"It's 'Gray Mist'... ..." Mu Daxian said in a deep voice, "Today's invasion has begun."

He looked around and saw that the original mist in the mountains seemed to become more active after the Gray Mist was integrated. They rolled and entangled in the forest, and sometimes even faint whispers could be heard, as if the mountain spirits and monsters in the mountains were whispering.

This strange atmosphere made Mao Feiyang feel a chill in his heart, as if some unknown force was secretly observing all this, waiting for the night to come, and then invade this world... …

"Is it... ...'Angel'?" Mao Feiyang swallowed.

Mu Daxian comforted: "Don't be nervous... ...He won't appear until the Gray Mist floods this world. We still have plenty of time."

"You can stay here for a long time, provided that... ..."

Speaking of this, Mao Feiyang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being watched by something.

He subconsciously turned his head and met the eyes of a humanoid sculpture.

"Ouch, damn!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed, falling to the ground with his butt, looking at the humanoid sculpture with horror in his eyes.

"Brother Xian, it, it, it, it... ...started moving?!"

Mu Daxian stepped over Mao Feiyang, pressed the face of the human heart sculpture and threw it out, then clapped his hands and continued calmly: "Provided that... ...you don't treat yourself as an enemy of these Fake Sculptures."

"They are severely 'polluted', but their level of extraordinary characteristics is lower than ours. They will chase us like the Angel Sculptures chase Him... ...Stand up straight and be more confident. You are now a shepherd, ah no no, a Sculpture Shepherd."

Mao Feiyang: "... ..."

"Is it really okay?" He carefully looked around, and sure enough, he found that those Fake Art Students were hovering around him and Mu Daxian, wanting to get close but not daring to get close, like moths fluttering their wings and dancing by the fire.

Mu Daxian shrugged: "It's really okay, but there are also drawbacks."

"I knew it... ..." Mao Feiyang muttered in a low voice.

"As the Gray Mist rises and night falls, their home field will come. When they start to absorb the extraordinary power in the Gray Mist, they will slowly recover their power. Some of them who have obtained identity credentials will enter the teaching building and transform into Fake Experience Students under the purification of the lights to join the evening self-study... …"

"They will emit malice, but ordinary people can't feel it."

"They... ...also attend evening self-study?" Mao Feiyang couldn't understand a bit, "That's not right, do they have brains? Why are they still attending evening self-study?"

Mu Daxian explained: "The purpose is different, but then again, who in their right mind attends evening self-study during evening self-study?"

"Uh... ...now that you say it, that's true." 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 the same as attending evening self-study. And those Fake Experience Students, they actually enter the corresponding classroom according to the original owner's identity anchor, and use the evening self-study time to... ...eat."

"Eat? I rely on it, they eat people?!" Mao Feiyang's scalp went numb, and he suddenly felt terrified, "Is the evening self-study for ordinary Experience Students the Fake Experience Students' supper time?"

Mu Daxian thought for a while, but he didn't refute his words: "In essence, it's not much different from what you said."

"Fake Experience Students will be attracted by the aura of 'pollution'. They feed on extraordinary power, and drive their own 'perception' with the instinctive desire for extraordinary power to find food, and those mentally unstable polluters are easily become their targets."

"Especially some highly sensitive Experience Students, it is easy to 'resonate' with them and establish a magical hunting chain... ...and then be killed by them."

"Then… could we possibly kill them instead?" Although Mao Feiyang was a newbie art student, he had, after all, gone through a round with Mu Daxian under the hands of the Smiling Angels and still recovered to full health. He had a kind of confidence, like, "Me and Brother Xian fought nine Smiling Angels and still came out unscathed."

So, when talking about the Pseudo-Human Trainees at this moment, he wasn't as horrified as ordinary students, but rather much calmer.

"We can kill them," Mu Daxian nodded, "However, if you kill them, you'll be marked by the aura within them, deepening your level of corruption and making you more easily sensed by other Pseudo-Humans, Sculptures, Night Striders, and similar creatures."

"Moreover, once you kill a large number of Pseudo-Human units and become entangled with their aura, when the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, you'll be sensed by the Angel Sculptures, and they will give you special attention then."

"Therefore, neither the rules for the Trainees nor our side, the Art Students, encourage you to attack the sculptures, because no matter what results you achieve, it won't be a good thing."

"Understand?"

Mao Feiyang nodded upon hearing this: "I understand."

No wonder Brother Xian always casually said to just kill one or two Pseudo-Humans if there was no other way. It turned out that not only could they do it, but the Trainees could also do it, but the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, so it wasn't encouraged. Mao Feiyang understood in his heart.

Lin Yi also had some understanding. This way of writing the rules actually fit the consistent "one-size-fits-all" style of such rules. Because there was a risk in doing so, they would directly not explain it and just tell you not to do it.

Very straightforward.

Mao Feiyang, feeling the passage of time, couldn't help but worry: "Brother Xian, will they make it back in time?"

It was getting late, the sun was about to set, and the 6:00 PM deadline given by Mu Daxian was fast approaching.

"It depends on their desire to survive," Mu Daxian scoffed, patting the pile of parts he was sitting on.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked up towards the depths of the dense forest.

"It seems their desire to survive is quite strong."

Mao Feiyang looked in the same direction and saw a disheveled figure stumbling out of the dark depths of the dense forest.

In its arms, it held several bulging, ball-shaped objects wrapped in cloth.

It was the two-headed Pseudo-Human Art Student who had gone to charge the four light bulbs.

As the distance closed, Mao Feiyang gradually heard the two heads of the Pseudo-Human Art Student arguing, seemingly clamoring about things like "efficiency" and "clumsiness."

From a distance, it looked like a miniature version of a two-headed ogre.

The two-headed Pseudo-Human Art Student didn't stop arguing until it was about to reach Mu Daxian, but the two heads didn't seem to submit to each other, each turning in opposite directions.

"Done," the Pseudo-Human Art Student handed the entire package to Mu Daxian.

Mu Daxian looked at the cloth bag and said calmly, "Put it on the ground, spread it out so I can see."

The Pseudo-Human Art Student was a little unwilling, but with its lifeblood held hostage, it had no choice but to lower its head and do as Mu Daxian said.

Only then did Mao Feiyang realize that the cloth was actually the Pseudo-Human Art Student's school uniform.

And when they opened it, the four light bulbs wrapped inside were all displayed in front of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang.

"Not glowing…?" Mao Feiyang said softly, but Mu Daxian directly raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Good, you did a good job," Mu Daxian nodded, revealing a look of appreciation.

"You keep your word, you should let us go now, right?" One of the heads of the Pseudo-Human Art Student said, its gaze fixed on the pile of parts, with a strong desire hidden in its eyes.

"Sure," Mu Daxian moved aside a little, then tilted his head towards the pile of parts and gestured, "Take it and get lost."

The Pseudo-Human Art Student was overjoyed and hurried over, eagerly running towards the pile of parts.

But just as it bent down to hug the pile of parts, Mu Daxian drew out his drawing board and directly used it as a giant sword, fiercely knocking the Pseudo-Human to the ground.

「Thud! Crack—」

The Pseudo-Human's body had already been pieced together by Mu Daxian, and now, after suffering a heavy blow, it immediately fell apart.

"You!! Mu Daxian! You…?!" The head rolling to the side was both shocked and angry, "You broke your promise! You…"

「Bang—」

The drawing board was like a heavy hammer, smashing its head to pieces.

Seeing Mu Daxian slowly approaching him with the drawing board like a cold and indifferent demon, the other head of the Pseudo-Human Art Student's face was also full of fear: "Mu Daxian! You… please spare me, spare me!"

"It was him who wanted to attack you in the beginning, it has nothing to do with me…"

"Don't, don't, don't…"

"You… you have to give me a reason for killing me, right?! Otherwise, I won't accept it, I'm not reconciled!! I'm not reconciled!"

"Rea… son?" Mu Daxian, who had slowly raised the drawing board, suddenly paused.

The Pseudo-Human Art Student's face revealed a look of ecstasy, thinking that Mu Daxian had softened, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, a reason, a reason! There must be a reason for everything, right? I've never contradicted you, I've always followed your lead…"

"That's right…" Mu Daxian said thoughtfully, "Then let me ask you, what does 1+1 equal?"

The Pseudo-Human Art Student was stunned and tentatively replied: "…2?"

"You even know that, you know too much, I can't let you live!"

Mu Daxian heavily smashed down the drawing board, ruthlessly taking its life.

Mao Feiyang, who was on the side, didn't dare to breathe loudly as he watched.

The Mu Daxian just now made him feel very strange. One moment he was telling him that the Pseudo-Human Art Students and their Art Students only had different beliefs, and the next moment he directly broke his promise and killed them without any hesitation.

Looking at Mao Feiyang, who was stunned in place, Mu Daxian shook off the ketchup mixed with white powder remaining on the drawing board, wiped the drawing board clean with the Pseudo-Human Art Student's school uniform, and then nudged him with his elbow.

"What's wrong, are you dumbfounded?"

Mao Feiyang was like a frightened kitten, directly catapulting three meters away, looking at Mu Daxian with both shock and panic, afraid of being hit by Mu Daxian as well.

"You dare to jump away? Come here!" Mu Daxian frowned and scolded like he was training a husky.

Mao Feiyang instantly wilted, quickly drooping his head and going over: "Coming…"

"What are you panicking about?"

"I'm a little scared…"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of hammers, I'm afraid of boards…"

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