AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 507 - 227 You Know Too Much_2

Chapter 507: Chapter 227 You Know Too Much_2

Mu Daxian explained, "The purpose is different, but then again, who really goes to evening self-study during evening self-study time?"

"Uh... now that you mention it, that’s true." Mao Feiyang agreed profoundly.

Mu Daxian said, "You can take the definition of evening self-study a bit more broadly. ’Staying in the classroom at night’ is essentially the same as attending evening self-study. And those Pseudo-Human Experiencees, they actually use the identity anchors of their original hosts to enter the corresponding classrooms, using the evening self-study time to... feed."

"Feed? Fuck, do they eat people?!" Mao Feiyang felt a tingling in his scalp and was instantly creeped out, "Is the evening self-study time for ordinary experience students actually the late-night snack time for Pseudo-Human Experiencees?"

Mu Daxian thought for a moment and did not refute his words, "In essence, it’s not much different from what you said."

"Pseudo-Human Experiencees are attracted by the ’contaminated’ breath. They feed on supernatural powers, driven by an instinctive craving for supernatural powers to ’perceive’ and locate food. Those emotionally unstable Polluters are easy targets for them."

"Especially some of the High Sensitivity experience students, they easily ’mutually induce’ with them to establish a mysterious predatory chain... and then they are killed by them."

"So... is it possible to kill them back?" Although Mao Feiyang was a newbie Art Student, he was, after all, someone who had gone through a round under the Sneering Angel with Mu Daxian and returned to full health. He had a confident feeling of, "Brother Xian and I could take on nine Sneering Angels and still fucking walk away unscathed."

Thus, when it came to Pseudo-Human Experiencees, he didn’t panic like ordinary students but was much calmer.

"It’s possible to kill them back," Mu Daxian nodded and said, "However, if you kill them, you’ll be marked by the breath inside them, which will intensify your contamination and make it easier for other Pseudo-Humans, Sculptures, Nocturnal species and such creatures to perceive you."

"Moreover, once you’ve killed a large number of Pseudo-Human units and are entangled by their breath, when a quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, you will be perceived by the Angel Sculpture, and then they will come to give you special attention."

"So, whether it’s for experience students or our Art Student side, our rules do not advocate attacking sculptures because no matter the outcome of the battle, it’s not a good thing."

"Got it?"

Mao Feiyang, upon hearing this, nodded: "I got it."

No wonder Brother Xian had always mentioned nonchalantly that when there’s no other choice, to just kill one or two Pseudo-Humans. Not only could they do so, but experience students could as well, but it was more harm than good, so it wasn’t advocated. Mao Feiyang understood as much in his heart.

Lin Yi also had a revelation; the way these rules were written actually matched the consistent "one-size-fits-all" style of such regulations, because there are risks involved, so rather than explaining further, they simply tell you not to do it.

Very straightforward.

Mao Feiyang, feeling the passage of time, couldn’t help but worry: "Brother Xian, is there a chance they won’t make it back in time?"

The day was not late yet, and the sun was about to set; it was almost the 18:00 deadline given by Mu Daxian.

"It depends on their will to survive," Mu Daxian said sarcastically, patting the pile of parts he was sitting on.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he looked up towards the depths of the dense forest.

"It seems their will to survive is strong."

Mao Feiyang looked in the direction and saw a disheveled figure stumbling out of the pitch-black forest.

In its arms were several bulging spherical objects wrapped in cloth strips.

It was the Two-headed Pseudo-human Art Student who had gone to recharge the four light bulbs.

As the distance closed, Mao Feiyang could gradually hear the two heads of the Pseudo-human Art Student arguing, seemingly shouting about "efficiency" and "clumsiness" among other things.

From afar, it looked like a mini version of a Two-Headed Ogre.

The Two-headed Pseudo-human Art Student stopped arguing only when it came close to Mu Daxian, but both heads seemed to disagree with each other, facing opposite directions.

"It’s 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 down on the ground and spread it out so I can see."

The Pseudo-human Art Student was reluctant, but as its life was in Mu Daxian’s hands, it had no choice but to bow its head and did as he said.

Only then did Mao Feiyang realize that the cloth strips were actually the school uniform of the Pseudo-human Art Student.

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

"It didn’t glow...?" Mao Feiyang whispered, but was abruptly interrupted by Mu Daxian raising his hand.

"Good job, not bad at all." Mu Daxian nodded with an approving look.

"A man of his word, you’ll let us go now, right?" said one of the heads of the Pseudo-Human Art Student, its eyes fixated on the pile of parts, a strong yearning hidden in its gaze.

"Sure." Mu Daxian stepped aside, then tilted his head toward the pile of parts and motioned with his mouth, "Grab them and scram."

The Pseudo-Human Art Student scurried over as if pardoned.

But as it bent over to pick up the parts, Mu Daxian drew his sketchpad and wielded it like a giant sword, brutally chopping the Pseudo-Human to the ground.

’Thud! Crack——’

The body of the Pseudo-Human, originally pieced together by Mu Daxian, now fell apart into pieces upon the heavy blow.

"You!! Mu Daxian! You...?!" the severed head that rolled to one side cried out in shock and anger, "You broke your promise! You..."

’Bang——’

The sketchpad, like a sledgehammer, mercilessly smashed its head.

Seeing Mu Daxian approaching with the sketchpad in his hand, like an indifferent demon, the other head of the Pseudo-Human Art Student was also filled with terror, "Mu Daxian! You... please, spare me, spare me!"

"It was the one that tried to sneak attack you, not me... I had nothing to do with it..."

"No, no, no..."

"You... you have to give me a reason for killing me, right?! Otherwise I won’t accept it, I won’t be content!! I won’t be content!"

"A reason?" Mu Daxian, lifting the sketchpad slowly, suddenly paused.

The Pseudo-Human Art Student’s face lit up with joy, thinking Mu Daxian had softened, and quickly said, "Yeah, that’s right, a reason! There should always be a reason, right? I’ve never gone against you, I’ve always followed your lead..."

"True..." Mu Daxian mused, "Then let me ask you, what is 1+1?"

The Pseudo-Human Art Student was taken aback and tentatively answered, "...2?"

"Even that you know, you know too much, can’t keep you around!"

Mu Daxian slammed down the sketchpad, ruthlessly taking its life.

Mao Feiyang, watching from the side, didn’t dare to even breathe loudly.

The Mu Daxian he saw just now felt very unfamiliar to him; one moment he was talking about how Pseudo-Human Art Students were just different in their faith from them, and the next moment, he promptly went back on his word and mercilessly killed them.

Looking at the stunned Mao Feiyang who stood frozen in place, Mu Daxian flicked the tomato sauce mixed with white powder off his sketchpad and cleaned it with the Pseudo-Human Art Student’s school uniform, then nudged him with his elbow.

"What’s the matter, dazed?"

Like a startled kitten, Mao Feiyang was propelled three meters away, staring at Mu Daxian both shocked and panicked, worried he might receive the same treatment.

"Still jumping away? Come here!" Mu Daxian frowned and ordered like scolding a naughty puppy.

Mao Feiyang instantly deflated, dragging his head over and said, "Coming..."

"What are you panicking for?"

"I’m a little scared..."

"Scared of what?"

"Not scared of hammers, I’m scared of boards..."