AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 508 - 228: I, Mu Daxian, am Known for My Frugality

Chapter 508: Chapter 228: I, Mu Daxian, am Known for My Frugality

"You!" Mu Daxian lifted the drawing board, and Mao Feiyang instantly hugged his head and ducked, reacting very quickly, which caught Mu Daxian off guard.

"..." Mu Daxian helped him up, "You’re a real fucking jerk."

Mao Feiyang squeezed out an extremely reluctant smile: "You have sharp eyes for people."

Mu Daxian: "..."

"Pick up the stuff." Mu Daxian dropped a sentence, put the four light bulbs into a cloth bag, and then started picking up the remaining "parts" of the two Pseudo-Human Art Students scattered on the ground.

Mao Feiyang was somewhat puzzled but followed along anyway.

By the time he had gathered all the parts, Mu Daxian had started assembling once again.

Before long, a Pseudo-Human composite with a human silhouette was laid out in front of Mao Feiyang.

"What’s this?" Mao Feiyang watched with some alarm. Was Mu Daxian... seemingly using the limbs of Pseudo-Human Art Students to reassemble a Human Sculpture without a head?

"Don’t understand, do you?" Mu Daxian said with a half-smile.

Mao Feiyang nodded.

He was again puzzled by Mu Daxian’s behavior, but this time was different from the last. Last time, Mu Daxian had led him past the pursuit of the Sneering Angel, making him feel completely secure despite his confusion.

But now it was different.

The current Mu Daxian only made him feel eerie...

Without moving his head, Mao Feiyang’s eyeballs subconsciously swept left and right. A foreboding feeling rose in his heart. Could it be... at some unknown moment before, Mu Daxian had been replaced?

The current Mu Daxian... wasn’t Mu Daxian at all?!

He tried to "perceive" the breath of Mu Daxian, and upon doing so, he almost fainted from fright.

At this moment, Mu Daxian seemed to be shrouded in a towering "malice," the likes of which he had never experienced before. No, he had felt it once – just before the Night Watchman rang the bell announcing Doomsday, during the confrontation between the female Pseudo-Human art teacher and Mu Daxian in the classroom!

Mu Daxian seemed to have noticed something, turned his head to look at Mao Feiyang, and then spoke, "You’re... perceiving?"

"I am not! I really am not!!" Mao Feiyang screamed in terror, feeling a chilly surge erupting from the apical bone of his head, as if a dam had burst, sending a cold shiver throughout his body.

Mu Daxian stood up and walked towards him, calmly saying, "Having insight is good, but at times like these, perception could scare you to death."

He pointed to the headless humanoid unit he had assembled, "They are not completely dead yet, and they are full of resentment right now. The malice they release is not something you can withstand."

Mao Feiyang’s initial fear of Mu Daxian faded as he heard these words, and suddenly he realized that the Mu Daxian who had approached him did not possess any trace of evil breath, and all the malice he had perceived earlier actually came from the assembled object that seemed devoid of any life!

"What’s going on?" Mao Feiyang exhaled a sigh of relief and put aside his fear of Mu Daxian, now asking in confusion.

"Merely crushing their skulls doesn’t make them ’die’ completely." Mu Daxian explained, "Do you remember the ’Life and Death Theory’ I mentioned before?"

"These two had long been dead; they were Pseudo-Human Art Students who could no longer be converted back into Art Students, holding a rather high rank among the Pseudo-Human Units. In a way, you could even consider them as Super Nocturnal Species."

"If it were any other Art Student in my place, they would have been killed by them without leaving even a speck of bone dust."

"So... they actually possess the traits of Nocturnal Species, meaning, as long as a tiny bit of ’Origin’ remains, they can come back to life unscathed."

Mu Daxian paused and then continued, "The reason I started by dismantling them was to make them lower their guard, not to gather all their ’Origin’ into a single piece of flesh."

Mao Feiyang was a bit confused by this explanation, but Lin Yi understood perfectly.

Like Nocturnal Species that had been petrified by light, if one were to chip away at their statue bodies bit by bit, the dark red hereditary strands, containing "Hereditary Material" within, would gradually contract into the last unsmashed piece of flesh.

If Mu Daxian had shown his determination to kill them from the start, they would have concentrated that part of their Origin in some tricky spot rather than allow it to be scattered throughout the body as it was now.

"Of course, I am not doing all this to prevent them from reviving."

"At this point, the sun is about to set, and unless I abandon all other tasks and take them into the lingering sunlight to kill them off, they cannot be killed."

Mao Feiyang, puzzled, asked, "Brother Xian, if you don’t intend to kill them, why go through all this trouble?"

"This is, of course, for the second step of our return to the Art class plan," Mu Daxian calmly stated.

"Ah? What does this have to do with our second step? Wait! Brother Xian, is this for the Sneering Angel’s... ’Deceptive Meal’?!"

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

Mao Feiyang suddenly realized.

Mu Daxian smiled and said, "Your mind is like tissue paper, easily penetrated."

Mao Feiyang shrank his neck and subconsciously touched the back of his head, now a bit worried that Mu Daxian’s penetration might come with some physical meaning.

Mu Daxian ignored him and went on, "The ’Product Quality’ of Pseudo-Human Art Students is incomparable to that of ordinary Nocturnal Species and Pseudo-Human Sculptures. Using them as substitutes is supremely effective."