Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"You!" Mu Daxian raised his drawing board. Mao Feiyang immediately hugged his head and shrank back, reacting extremely quickly, which surprised Mu Daxian.

"…" Mu Daxian helped him up. "You really are a damn dog bastard."

Mao Feiyang squeezed out an extremely reluctant smile: "You really have a good eye for people."

Mu Daxian: "…"

"Let's pick up the things." Mu Daxian said, putting the four light bulbs into the cloth bag, and then began to pick up the remaining "parts" of the two pseudo-art students scattered on the ground.

Mao Feiyang was a little puzzled, but he did as he was told.

When he collected all the parts, he saw Mu Daxian start playing with assembly again.

Before long, a pseudo-humanoid composite with a human-like outline was placed in front of Mao Feiyang.

"This is?" Mao Feiyang looked a little frightened. Mu Daxian… seemed to be using the remains of the pseudo-art students to reassemble a headless humanoid sculpture?

"You don't understand, do you?" Mu Daxian said with a smile that was not a smile.

Mao Feiyang nodded.

He was starting to not 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 Smiling Angel. Throughout the process, although he didn't understand, he felt a sense of security.

But this time was different.

The current Mu Daxian only made him feel strange…

Mao Feiyang's head didn't move, but his eyes swept left and right subconsciously. A sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Could it be… that at some unknown moment before, Mu Daxian had been replaced?

The current Mu Daxian… wasn't Mu Daxian at all?!

He tried to "sense" Mu Daxian's aura. It would have been better if he hadn't sensed it, because sensing it almost scared him into a faint.

At this time, Mu Daxian seemed to be shrouded in a soaring "malice." He had never felt this kind of malice before. No, he had felt it before—just before the Night Watcher rang the bell of doomsday, when that female pseudo-art teacher and Mu Daxian had a conflict in the classroom, he had felt it!

Mu Daxian seemed to notice something, turned his head to look at Mao Feiyang, and then said, "You are… sensing?"

"I didn't! I really didn't!!" Mao Feiyang was so scared that his soul flew out of his body. He only felt the cold air in his head rushing out like a burst dam, and his whole body felt cold.

Mu Daxian got up and walked towards him, calmly saying, "It's a good thing to have comprehension, but sensing at this time will scare you to death."

He pointed to the headless humanoid unit he had assembled, and said, "They haven't completely died yet. Now their resentment is extremely heavy, and the malice released is not something you can bear."

Mao Feiyang was originally still afraid of Mu Daxian, but after hearing this sentence, he suddenly realized that the Mu Daxian who had walked up to him indeed had no evil aura at all, and all the malice he had sensed before actually came from that assembly that seemed to have no vitality!

"What's going on?" Mao Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he put away his fear of Mu Daxian and asked in confusion.

"Just crushing the head will not make them completely 'die'." Mu Daxian explained, "Remember the 'life and death theory' I said before?"

"These two guys are already dead. They are pseudo-art students who can never be transformed back into art students. They also have a higher position in the pseudo-unit. To some extent, you can also understand them as super Nightwalkers."

"If it weren't for me, other art students would have been killed by them, leaving no bones left."

"So… they actually have the characteristics of Nightwalkers, which means that as long as there is a little bit of 'origin' left, they can be resurrected intact."

Mu Daxian paused and continued, "So, I only dismantled them at the beginning, just to make them relax their vigilance and not shrink all of their 'origin' into a certain inch of flesh."

Mao Feiyang was a little confused by this sentence, but Lin Yi understood it very well.

Just like when Nightwalkers are illuminated by light and become petrified, if you smash their petrified bodies inch by inch, the dark red blood-like origin containing "genetic material" inside will shrink little by little to the last inch of flesh that has not been completely crushed.

If Mu Daxian had shown his determination to kill them from the beginning, then they would definitely shrink that part of their origin to a tricky part, instead of spreading it all over their bodies 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 else and transport them to the afterglow of the setting sun to kill them, otherwise I can't kill them."

Mao Feiyang asked doubtfully: "Brother Xian, since you don't want to kill them, then what's the point of going to so much trouble?"

"Of course, it's for the second step of our return to the art program." Mu Daxian said calmly.

"Ah? What does this have to do with our second step? Wait! Brother Xian, is this going to be the Smiling Angel's… 'deception meal'?"

"Are you planning to use them as substitutes, like last night?"

Mao Feiyang suddenly understood.

Mu Daxian said with a smile: "Your brain is like window paper, you understand it with just a little poke."

Mao Feiyang shrank his neck and subconsciously touched the back of his head. He was a little worried now that Mu Daxian's "understand it with just a little poke" would not come with some physical meaning.

Mu Daxian ignored him and continued, "The 'quality' of pseudo-art students cannot be compared to ordinary Nightwalkers and pseudo-sculptures. Using them as substitutes can be said to have excellent results."

"Sounds like it's very awesome…" Mao Feiyang said.

"Doing it is even more awesome." Mu Daxian praised himself without any politeness, "This is the same as cooking. It's not enough to just know the steps, you also need to master the heat. These skills cannot be accumulated without one or two years of immersion."

"Uh… so Brother Xian, you are a repeat offender, ah no no, you are a veteran?" Mao Feiyang almost misspoke, but he gradually understood why those pseudo-art students were so afraid when they saw Mu Daxian…

So Brother Xian is really the boss of the art building…

Mu Daxian's lips curled up slightly: "Do you want to ask how my title of 'Pseudo-Killer' came about?"

He clapped his hands: "Wait for me here for a while."

"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang quickly called out to Mu Daxian, "Why don't you take me with you?"

"No need, you stay here and watch it." Mu Daxian pointed to the assembled headless pseudo-human, "It's still considered 'alive', you stare at it, don't let it run away."

"What, me?" Mao Feiyang pointed at his nose in disbelief, feeling like he was now like a Ben Bo'er Ba, ordered by the Nine-Headed Insect to kill Sun Wukong, "Wait, it's still alive?!"

"It means 'not completely killed', and it can't move anyway, what are you afraid of?" Mu Daxian handed the drawing board to Mao Feiyang, "Take this, if you're really scared, hit it with it. As long as you don't break it, you can do whatever you want."

"Alright, it's getting late, I'll head out first! I'll explain the principles to you when I get back." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder and disappeared from Mao Feiyang's sight with a nimble move.

Mao Feiyang hugged his drawing board, squatted on the ground, his nervous gaze darting around, trembling like a little girl selling nuclear bombs in the north wind.

"Swish... Swish..."

"Whoosh-- Whoosh--"

The forest was filled with eerie winds, the mist floated, and the sculpture phalanx slowly moved in the shadows, rustling the dead leaves, the combination of movement and stillness, was extremely strange.

The finger of the assembled headless pseudo-man next to Mao Feiyang twitched, and then, as if its internal origin was controlling the body, it rhythmically moved awkwardly like a puppet.

Mao Feiyang looked over in horror, and saw the pseudo-man suddenly sit up from the ground, came directly in front of him, and both hands were aimlessly grabbing at the empty space where his head should be.

《Can't Get a Handle On It》

Just as Mao Feiyang couldn't help but tense up at this terrifying and funny scene, the pseudo-man's hands suddenly grabbed towards Mao Feiyang's head as if they had eyes.

【Head, I want a head!】

【Give me a head!!】

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"Holy crap?!" Mao Feiyang jumped three feet high, his conditioned reflex faster than his brain, he swung the drawing board with both hands in a powerful downward chop, "Head, head, I'll give you a head!"

At this moment, a burst of emerald green energy seemed to burst out from Mao Feiyang's body, wrapping around the drawing board like psychic power, making it like a guillotine, chopping down along the pseudo-man's body...

"Crack... Bang!"

The pseudo-man was split in half by Mao Feiyang like a white cut chicken, with the torso as the center, each half of the body fell to the ground with one hand and one foot...

"Little Mao, I'm back!" Mu Daxian really came back quickly, the voice came from not far away at this time, but then the tone rose eight degrees, "Damn? What's going on!"

Mu Daxian's eyes were about to pop out, he rushed over quickly, looked at the headless pseudo-man that had been chopped up like a duck's head, he helplessly raised his thumb: "Awesome, awesome, Brother Mao, I told you to watch them and not let them run away, and you backhanded them and used them as firewood to practice jumping chops?"

"No, this, I this... Sigh!" Mao Feiyang wanted to explain, but the more he explained, the more confused he became, so he could only throw the drawing board on the ground, spread his hands, and act like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

A moment later...

"...So that's how it is... Actually, that's how things are..." Mao Feiyang explained weakly.

Mu Daxian was already reassembling the pseudo-man on the side, he sneered: "I don't care, I saw everything, no matter how you explain it, it's useless, next time I'll give you the drawing board, and you can single-handedly defend against the Smiling Angel."

"Brother Xian, that was really a conditioned reflex... Listen to my excuses!" Mao Feiyang wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Still a conditioned reflex?" Mu Daxian sneered, "A conditioned reflex is so fierce, with a little training you will definitely be a fierce general in my art building, in the future, you will replace me and the teacher to guard the watchtower."

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips tightly, not daring to argue anymore.

Seeing Mao Feiyang shrinking to the side drawing circles in grievance, Mu Daxian helplessly revealed a smile: "Okay, I'm really convinced by you, I was just kidding you, don't keep such a bitter face."

"Actually, I haven't reinforced them yet, it's normal that you can chop them up."

Mu Daxian held a large ball of white paste in his hand, and started to glue the parts of the pseudo-man together like super glue, while saying: "Let me tell you what the second step is, listen carefully, this step requires your cooperation to implement it."

"Okay, Brother Xian, tell me." Mao Feiyang became very energetic when he heard about the second step.

Only at this moment was he curiously looking at the ball of white poop in Mu Daxian's hand.

This white poop was what Mu Daxian brought back after he left, Mao Feiyang felt somewhat familiar with it through 「Perception」, but he couldn't remember what it was for a while.

"The essence of this second step 「Cheat Meal」 is actually a substitute." Mu Daxian said slowly, "Yesterday's method was actually a castrated version of my current method, because the situation was urgent last night, we were caught off guard by the Smiling Angel, and we could only perform extreme operations under the premise of trying to save our lives."

"Yesterday was actually making a choice between life and death, in order to live, as long as it doesn't kill us, we can do whatever it takes."

"Today is different, today we are prepared, so I will definitely minimize the casualties, no, the injuries."

"Pseudo-man art students are the closest to our life form, I use them to piece together a 'you', in order to ensure the original flavor, I guided them from the beginning to distribute the source material to all parts of the body."

"In this way, when I smash their heads, the part that controls their intelligence will not recover in a short time..."

"Then I will disperse the rest of their origin, not giving them a chance to intercept the control of this body, and at the same time, it will be convenient for me to mess up their cognition..."

"'Mess up cognition'?" Mao Feiyang was stunned.

Mu Daxian raised the white poop in his hand: "Use this."

"This is the 'essence' of the Night Walker, I just returned to the teaching building and emptied a nest of Night Walkers."

Mao Feiyang's pupils shrank, he couldn't imagine that Mu Daxian's so-called going and returning was actually to kill some Night Walkers...

No wonder he felt that thing was somewhat familiar, he didn't expect it to be the origin material of the Night Walker!

This Brother Xian slaughters some Night Walkers and gets some origin material, why does he say it as easily as going to the market to buy some vegetables?

While talking, Mu Daxian used the white poop in his hand to glue together the complete headless pseudo-man: "So many messy thoughts, plus the origin of two pseudo-man art students... So many things mixed together are enough to create a semi-finished alien sculpture..."

He rubbed the remaining part into a square pillar and installed it on the headless pseudo-man's neck, and began to shape it into a head.

"The 'materials' are used to the extreme, how about it, am I very awesome?" Looking at his masterpiece, Mu Daxian's mouth curled up in satisfaction, "There's no way, who told me that Mu Daxian is known for his frugality?"

"Frugality is frugality..." Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian's final product of the head, but his face was very ugly, and he couldn't be happy at all.

"But Brother Xian... why did you pinch its head into my likeness?"

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