AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 463 - 205: Survival Rate Is Almost 0_2

Chapter 463: Chapter 205: Survival Rate Is Almost 0_2

"Afraid?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback.

At that moment, the sky conveniently flashed several times, casting ghostly shadows onto another layer.

Five Angel Sculptures surrounded Mao Feiyang and Mu Daxian like a Cross. They were no longer covering their faces with their hands; instead, they twisted their bodies, stretched their necks out, and brought their heads close to Feiyang’s side. With eyes closed and nostrils flared wide, their faces showed the expression of savoring a delicious scent.

They reached out with sharp claws, but did not touch Mao Feiyang’s body, carefully sniffing around him, as if afraid of shattering him with a careless touch.

With three flashes of lightning, like three clicks of a camera shutter, the three still images revealed that although Mao Feiyang was motionless, the Five Angel Sculptures had changed into four different poses. No matter which, they all carried a bizarre, thoroughly collapsed style of art, at a mere glance sending chills down one’s spine, making one feel ice cold in their limbs.

The thunder faded, and silence fell all around, as if nothing had been there.

But Mao Feiyang knew that those five Angel Sculptures, usually invisible, were now greedily sucking away at his Supernatural Power, treating him like a perfume bottle.

If this scene had been from "A Chinese Ghost Story" where Xiao Qian entices souls, that would have been one thing, but this was more like the Black Mountain Old Demon from "A Chinese Odyssey " sucking away people’s life essence.

Not just that, it was even more twisted, collapsed, crazily deranged, and the key point is—there were five damn Black Mountain Old Demons!

No wonder Mao Feiyang, who could normally tough it out and parkour with Mu Daxian in the school for two hours, now felt like he’d been hollowed out after just a short while...

Who could handle this?!

Even Elder Tang would take the triple decline, right?

"Chanting won’t redeem them,"

"The monk is powerless,"

"Wukong, take out your stick."

"Ding—"

The elevator arrived.

"Clang—Bang!"

The elevator doors opened.

Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang silently looked into the elevator for a second.

Then, letting out not even a fart and with perfect understanding between them, they turned and left. This little combo move was executed so smoothly it was heartbreaking.

The number of Black Mountain Old Demons increased to nine.

"Damn it, really fucking unlucky..." Mu Daxian exploded with a day’s worth of fresh profanities.

"What... do we do?" Mao Feiyang asked weakly.

"Maybe... we try the elevator in Building B?" said Mu Daxian, before quietly adding, "Just don’t know if you can hold on..."

"I don’t think I can..."

"I think you should try."

"Can’t try this one, once you try, you’re gone."

"Sure?"

"Should I just die on the spot to show you?" Mao Feiyang said, wishing immediately he could slap himself. His slip of the tongue was as involuntary as when he was about to look at It without thinking, words simply spilling out unfiltered as his lips "bia ji" came together and dog speak naturally followed.

"There’s one more move." Mu Daxian said gravely.

"Great Immortal, I know, time to throw the Student Souvenir Coin, right?" Mao Feiyang said, "But does this thing really work wonders like that, even dealing with Angel Sculptures?"

"Of course it doesn’t work." Mu Daxian shook his head and sighed, "The Art Student Rules say that unless specified, sculptures generally refer to ordinary Pseudo-Humans, that is, Human Sculptures."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because veteran Art Students have various ways to deal with sculptures. The Art Student Rules are mainly for new Art Students like you. You can’t handle a Pseudo-Human, so throwing away the Commemorative Coin and taking the elevator straight back to the city is the most no-brainer method."

"The Art Student Rules won’t tell you too many complicated things that don’t work. A lot of things aren’t written in the rules, but you’ll learn them all after living in the Art Building for a while."

"After all, life is the best Teacher."

"As to why I didn’t mention the Angel Sculpture, it’s because the Art Students who encountered the Angel Sculpture had a survival rate of almost..."

"Zero."

Mao Feiyang: "?!"

Mu Daxian’s expression was both calm and gloomy, emitting an aura of composure, mainly because Mao Feiyang was the main force resisting the spiritual siphoning of nine Angel Sculptures...

If he really survived this time, then "Mao the Semi-immortal single-handedly defending against nine Angels" would indeed make for some light-hearted bragging material during meals.

"Here, take this." Mu Daxian took out the Student Souvenir Coin from his pocket and handed it over to Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang: "???"

"From now on, do exactly as I say." Mu Daxian’s voice was deep, "I’m about to get us into some real mischief."

Lin Yi glanced at the Student Souvenir Coin in Mu Daxian’s hand.

The circular badge, surrounded by Thorn Vines, bore Mu Daxian’s Art Student number: "Yue-X0210905182".

Mu Daxian did not deceive Class Teacher-039; his Art Student number was indeed this one.

In other words, he truly enrolled in the year X021 and had been at S University for nearly two years!

Surviving in such a place and reaching this point, it went without saying that Mu Daxian had many cards up his sleeve.

Mao Feiyang swiftly took the Student Souvenir Coin handed over by Mu Daxian.

"Put it together with yours, then press them against your wound. They will absorb blood, much like rinsing with water."

"Okay." Mao Feiyang hurriedly complied, "And then what?"

"Then follow me, that’s all. Just keep walking." Mu Daxian said sternly, "We’re going to find Him!"

"Ah?" Mao Feiyang exclaimed in shock; after the shock, he had an epiphany, "You want to find life in death?! Many novels are like this, but I never expected to truly experience such a plot today!"

"How much trust do you have in me? You’re starting to relax?" Mu Daxian’s forehead sweated profusely, "Novel protagonists have plot armor, dammit, apart from Hua Tiandu, that kind of destiny-bound major antagonist, have you ever seen a character find life in death?"

"So we...?"

"I just wanted to make you bleed quicker, to saturate the Commemorative coins."

"Ah?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback, his grip loosened slightly, and his gaze penetrated like finding a gap, his pupils contracting slightly.

The two Student Souvenir Coins seemed to have grown onto the wound. Around the edges of the coins, countless blood strands branched out like red spider webs from his wound, rooting into the coins like old tree roots, constantly pumping blood into them.

And the Student Souvenir Coins appeared to come to life, faintly pulsating as if... a beating heart!

If one looked even closer, they would see it was not the blood from the wound being fed into the Commemorative coins, but rather the coins attached to the wound greedily siphoning his blood.

Mao Feiyang felt darkness encroaching on his vision, cursing inwardly, faced with two more Black Mountain Old Demons!

He had to endure it, even if it meant enduring to the brink of death!

"Just think of it as a seven-time night stand, hang in there." Mu Daxian encouraged him.

Upon hearing this, Mao Feiyang felt a surge of spirit, though it was fleeting: "If it really was a seven-time night stand, I’d accept it, but where’s the girl?"

Mu Daxian took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You’ve been single for so long, don’t you find... those Angel Sculptures also retain their charm?"

"Just consider it as seven shots into the void."

"Big brother... I’m just blabbering, not shooting my mouth off..."

At that moment, a flash of lightning, and nine Angel Sculptures passed by like piglets scrambling for milk.

Mao Feiyang shivered, feeling like he would rather take his chances with the void if it really came down to it; those twisted, perverted forms of the Angel Sculptures were just too much to handle!

Gradually, Mao Feiyang felt his heartbeat grow stronger than before.

It was strange; despite having lost so much blood, how could it be? Was this the last spurt of energy before the end? Mao Feiyang clenched his teeth even harder, feeling all the more unwilling to succumb.