Rules-related weird stories: 4016

“Xian-ge…” Mao Feiyang desperately wanted to shout, but remembering Mu Daxian's warning, he clamped his mouth shut, not daring to make a sound.

Mu Daxian's arm had already turned an unnatural bluish-gray, but now it was visibly fading from bluish-gray to pale, then starting to take on the texture of pure white sculpture…

Attacked by a Grinning Angel, he wouldn't even have the chance to become a Night Walker; the only outcome was to turn into a completely dead statue!

Just then, Mao Feiyang saw Mu Daxian gently wave his other hand towards him, as if to stop him from making noise, or perhaps to say goodbye…

Xian-ge… Mao Feiyang felt an uncontainable fire burning in his chest, a mix of frustration and powerlessness at being unable to do anything against the Grinning Angel, and the pain and sorrow of seeing Mu Daxian surrounded by Grinning Angels because of him; all these emotions seemed about to explode.

A low growl began to rumble in his throat, and he slowly rose from the ground, reaching for the drawing board on his back…

He tried to pull out the drawing board, but found that Mu Daxian had reached out and pressed it down.

“?!” Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian in confusion.

Mu Daxian's face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes staring blankly at the empty space in front of him, also anxious.

Finally!

The elevator began to slow down!

Mu Daxian's eyes lit up!

Mao Feiyang had never seen such bright eyes, like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky in a world of yellow sand!

The cold, moon-like golden light in Mu Daxian's eyes burned fiercely at this moment, as if containing a sun!

The elevator stopped smoothly, making a crisp "Ding!" sound!

"Clang—clang!"

The elevator doors slowly slid open, a process that felt agonizingly slow, like a century, in Mao Feiyang's tormented eyes!

As the elevator doors opened, the walls of the elevator shaft, covered in indistinguishable abstract, pictographic, or cuneiform characters and shrouded in dim light, finally reappeared before Mao Feiyang, answering his desperate pleas!

“‘Lin Daiyu uproots the weeping willow!’”

Mu Daxian's voice rang in Mao Feiyang's ears.

His heart clenched violently, and he blurted out almost instinctively: “‘Zhang Fei in drag rivals Xi Shi!’”

“Run! Xiao Mao!! Run!!!” Mu Daxian roared, shooting out of the elevator like a bolt of dark green lightning!

The six Grinning Angels, caught off guard, were thrown off by Mu Daxian, but the next moment they howled out like flickering wraiths, chasing after Mu Daxian!

Mao Feiyang quickly scrambled out!

“Xian-ge! Xian-ge!!”

At this moment, he could finally shout, but his mind was devoid of any extra words other than his name.

Behind them, the elevators marked with numbers like "Moon-III" and "Moon-IV" quickly receded.

As they rushed out of the elevator shaft, Mu Daxian let out a long howl—

“Grinning Angels, your end has come!”

Mu Daxian raised his already petrified arm, like a self-cultivator whose life was nearing its end, finally ready to fight heaven!

At this moment, his back view was deeply imprinted in Mao Feiyang's heart!

But the next moment, the style changed somewhat—

Mu Daxian was heard roaring: “Teacher, save me!!!”

Before he finished speaking, a gentle curtain of light, different from the lights, quietly fell, enveloping Mu Daxian.

The Grinning Angels, also enveloped, seemed to feel a great threat, and for the first time, fear appeared on their hideous faces, and they retreated some distance, but even so, they still did not leave, like lingering ghosts.

“Causing trouble again?” A gentle voice sounded from the watchtower next to the elevator shaft.

The art teacher, wearing a yellow-brown trench coat and dressed like a famous detective, stood on the watchtower, holding the glass with one hand and wielding a huge searchlight with the other, shining the beam entirely on Mu Daxian, like a cool and scruffy cop from Gotham.

“Hehehe…” In front of the art teacher, Mu Daxian grinned like a Tom cat.

“Go back to the classroom and stay there.” His trench coat fluttered in the sea breeze and thunderstorm, his backlit figure like a guardian deity, “My light will always illuminate your way home.”

“Thank you, Teacher!” Mu Daxian waved, and only now did he seem to completely relax, “Xiao Mao!”

“Xian-ge! I'm here, I'm here!!” Mao Feiyang had actually caught up, but even though he was out of danger, he wasn't happy at all; he looked at Mu Daxian's completely petrified arm, his eyes full of sorrow.

“It's safe.” Mu Daxian didn't mention the arm at all, but patted him on the shoulder and said with a faint smile, “Let's go, let's go back.”

“Xian-ge…” Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, wanting to cry.

“Sentimental.” Mu Daxian sneered, reached out and crushed his arm, and then… in Mao Feiyang's still lingering sorrow, he unbuttoned his school uniform, revealing an arm hidden on his chest!

“Xian-ge, you this…?” Mao Feiyang pointed at the arm, too shocked to speak.

“You thought I crippled my own arm?” Mu Daxian put on his clothes and gently shook his arm, scoffing.

“Uh… yeah.” Mao Feiyang said.

“This is… ‘Step Two’ has two key steps, one for you and one for me.” Mu Daxian said, “If the artificial you plus the light bulb can't even hold out until we return, then I need to ‘sacrifice’ a little.”

“If you only use the Night Walker's essence as an adhesive for the artificial human, and then sculpt a head, the artificial human statue is actually a better choice.” Now that it was safe, Mu Daxian explained the hidden part of the plan, “If I don't let you see it, you won't ‘know’; subconsciously, my ‘arm’ is still my ‘arm’.”

“You… used my ‘cognition’?” Mao Feiyang said in surprise, suddenly realizing that Mu Daxian didn't bring the drawing board when he left, but he did bring the cloth bag containing the paint cans.

Mu Daxian smiled: “An invisible anchor is the most effective.”

He nudged Mao Feiyang: “Mu Daxian has experienced 10 Gray Mist Intrusions, am I just a fraud? Are you underestimating me, kid?”

Mao Feiyang lowered his head and touched his nose, chuckling.

“But Xian-ge… your actions in the elevator really touched me.”

“Ew, are you trying to disgust me to death? If it was a junior, I'd definitely give her a big hug, but for you, get away from me!” Mu Daxian scolded with a laugh, not holding back at all.

Mao Feiyang pouted.

“Besides, what's there to be touched about?”

“I was fucking worried that after you were sucked dry by the Grinning Angels, their vitality would greatly increase, and then I'd really have no way to escape alone in the elevator.”

“If we were outdoors, I would have run away long ago, do you believe it?”

“I… believe it.” Mao Feiyang didn't actually believe it, but having a tough senior protecting him felt really great, like encountering a great teacher.

Mu Daxian knew what Mao Feiyang was thinking and couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, a thunderclap resounded in the sky, violently shaking Lin Yi's vision like signal interference. His vision flickered uncontrollably, and the whistling wind in his ears told him that this dream was finally coming to an end.

However, this time, the fact that the dream was able to hold on until the verge of collapse under his constant persistence could be considered a very excellent achievement for him.

At the same time, knowing that Mao Feiyang and Mu Daxian had safely returned to the layer where the art building was located, the heart that he had been holding was finally able to return to his stomach.

However, just in the final stage of this vision shattering, he discovered that the stone bridge under the lamplight was already shrouded in a storm…

Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang quickly passed through the cultivator's rusted signpost that was clanging in the wind and rain. A thunderclap sounded, and the brilliant white light illuminated the entire world.

Lin Yi's vision shattered, and the picture froze in that white world that seemed to be overexposed.

The waves that were stirred up seemed to be about to rush onto the cliff where the art building was located. Endless, bizarre nocturnal species were frantically climbing under the cliff like a swarm of insects, on the pillars of the stone bridge, under the bridge, in the silt… all of them were nocturnal species of various shapes!

Gray fog, black sun, clock tower, thunder, rainstorm…

On both sides of the stone bridge, from angles that Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang couldn't see, countless nocturnal species were eyeing them covetously!

Safe?!

Laughable safety!

Illusory safety!

Temporary safety!

Where is there any safety?!

Only existing in the dream, "safety"!

The bell of Doomsday!

Gray fog invasion!

No wonder Mu Daxian only breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately put on a solemn expression again. It turned out that the layer where the art building was located was the battlefield for the gray fog invasion!

May 9, X023, 0:06, gray fog invasion. In Lin Yi's collapsing lens, the last crazy scene was frozen.

…

The collapsing lens gradually recovered with the constantly flickering lens. This time, just when Lin Yi thought he was waking up from his dream, he found that he was still not awake, but was in a world shrouded in gray fog.

Under his feet was a cobblestone road, and he judged from this that he should now be under a certain perspective of the S City University layer.

Before he could stand firm, his vision flickered again urgently. He looked at the thick gray fog in front of him, and many fragments quickly flashed before his eyes, including scenes of himself violently beating those humanoid sculptures that were trying to plunder "his" identity, and scenes of himself being surrounded by the Heretic Hymn Choir…

The flickering vision advanced rapidly like a PPT, until the security guard appeared, and then the vision stabilized slightly…

Lin Yi naturally understood that this time, the perspective had jumped to that scene on the way back to the dormitory building last night!

Lin Yi couldn't help but look more at the security guard, trying to observe him.

At this moment, the security guard was wearing a black coat, holding the iconic old kerosene lamp in his left hand, and a mace in his right hand. He just stood in the gray fog, and even though Lin Yi was now in a dream, he could still feel the pressure from the security guard.

A kind of… pressure that was even more frightening than the Grinning Angel.

Next, the security guard followed the "script" and began to lead yesterday's Lin Yi to the dormitory building, while Lin Yi followed behind the security guard, observing the mace in his hand, but he couldn't see anything special about it for the time being.

So he turned his gaze to the old kerosene lamp.

That old kerosene lamp… was also emitting light, but under its tiny flame, which looked even less impressive than a light bulb, it released a completely different kind of light.

This light… seemed to carry some kind of special magic, making Lin Yi feel a strong sense of awe as soon as he saw it, yet he also longed to be close to it.

"This light…" Lin Yi seemed to be bewitched, uncontrollably indulging in the flickering firelight in the old kerosene lamp.

Just then.

"嚓…"

The security guard suddenly stopped, and then suddenly looked back… His gaze was fixed on the void, and his eyes under the brim of his hat were like a huge sun.

This glance directly shocked Lin Yi—because he felt that the security guard seemed to have sensed his existence once again.

Sure enough, he saw the security guard slowly bend down, slowly bringing his face closer like a beast lowering its head. He really brought it to Lin Yi's face, but his eyes were still facing the void, and then he frowned slightly, gently fanning his nostrils, as if trying to capture the scent of some trace across some dimension.

Then, Lin Yi saw the yesterday's self in the dream begin to whisper: "Are you here… 'The me after sleeping tonight'?"

The moment he heard this sentence, Lin Yi's pupils trembled violently, as if something had formed a bizarre closed loop at this moment.

"I… actually appeared here?"

"The former me predicted the future me?"

Suddenly, the light of the old kerosene lamp flickered, and the security guard's eyes gradually narrowed, and the atmosphere at the scene gradually became heavy.

"Boom—clang!!!!"

The mace, as big as a ham, was heavily smashed on the ground by the security guard, and the strong shock wave almost made yesterday's Lin Yi unable to stand firm, and also made Lin Yi's vision at this moment—collapse!

"I understand…"

In the broken vision, Lin Yi's lens quickly zoomed out, and he also heard the security guard's voice that night in his ear.

"The environment has polluted your perception of the flow of time…"

"That's just the 'time' in your perception…"

In the moment when the world darkened, he heard a voice in his ear that he had never heard from the security guard's mouth.

"Be careful…"

His ears were full of wind, but this hunting wind seemed not to be wind, but the sound of the flickering firelight of the old kerosene lamp.

"'Time'…"

In this kind of sound, the security guard's voice was intermittent.

"…is a curse."

"Boom—"

Lin Yi returned to the thin cloud of gas.

"'Time is a… curse'?"

He muttered and repeated this sentence, but the feeling of being pushed back came one after another, and he saw the surrounding world leaving him.

He knew…

The dream was over.

…

May 9, X023, dormitory building, room 1414.

"Hoo la—"

Lin Yi lifted the quilt and suddenly sat up from the bed, then desperately gasped for breath, with a sense of both being disturbed by the chanting of the dead and being startled awake.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo…"

He breathed heavily, and swallowed hard.

He turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

6:23.

"Slept 23 minutes more…" he muttered.

"What do you mean slept more? It's like you have a biological clock, and you can wake up at the right time?" Wei Liang's voice came from under the bunk.

Lin Yi looked down and saw that this guy was stuffing shoes into his bag.

"Liangzi, you this…?"

Thanks to book friends "usjdnshhs", "琳 skylark", "吾名蛊真人", "乔沐塔罗", "糖豆公子" for the reward!!

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