Rules-related weird stories: 4016

The World Tree was surrounded by a domain-like misty aura, as if preventing anyone from approaching its center. On the base outside the mist, there was also a mysterious symbol.

It resembled an ancient and dilapidated emblem, with complex lines and engravings that looked like a fusion of weapons and the moon, somewhat similar to the patterns on Tarot cards or even more ancient ritual symbols.

This pattern had been almost smoothed over by the years, yet it still exuded a captivating aura.

“The murals here record some kind of information, sacrifices, epics, wars, or something else… The ancients had limited space, so they always liked to use the simplest murals to explain as many things as possible… Damn it, they weren't even willing to write a little less and write about one thing in detail, so at least one thing could be preserved, instead of this thing full of information,” Mu Daxian complained.

“I know what you want to say, but don't ask me, I don't know much either.”

Mu Daxian shrugged: “The teachers definitely know, but they never say, and they don't let us stay here for too long, so… let's go. If you want to know anything, you can ask them directly, and they will tell you if they are willing to.”

“Let's go, let's go, don't linger here for too long.”

Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang towards the exit of the hall.

Mao Feiyang followed him numbly. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask: “By the way, what about those… students who were brought here by the teachers who were a little off?”

Mao Feiyang was asking about the group of girls with sailor-style hairpins.

Mu Daxian said without thinking: “They're beyond saving.”

Mao Feiyang was shocked.

Lin Yi was also shocked.

“Preconceived cognitive pollution is more deeply rooted than a little subversion.” Mu Daxian said calmly, “That group of people was brought over from the school district by the Pseudo-Artist teachers, and they accepted everything without even experiencing any wavering of will.”

“You know them?” Mu Daxian suddenly looked at Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then said: “We were in the same batch when we entered the school…”

“Shouldn't be?” Mu Daxian was a little puzzled, “Your appearance is reasonable, how could you be in the same batch as them?”

“Ah? Why not?” Mao Feiyang didn't understand Mu Daxian's confusion, thinking that the answer was too simple, wasn't it just like this and that, then like that and this, then so and so, so in the end it was like this…

What's there to not understand?

But Lin Yi frowned.

Mu Daxian and Xu Shunkang have similar thinking logic, that is, they must think within his cognitive range, and Mu Daxian's confusion means that the situation where these two things happen at the same time hardly exists.

“So… when did you guys enter the school?”

“Just yesterday, we arrived at the school by school bus…”

“Hiss…” Mu Daxian couldn't help but gasp, looking at Mao Feiyang with extremely strange eyes, and couldn't help but complain, “So you lost your student ID as soon as you got it, and then the homeroom teacher arranged for you to come here?”

Mao Feiyang: “Ah?”

“No…” He shook his head repeatedly, just about to say something, Mu Daxian seemed to have predicted it, his expression changed drastically, and he interrupted in a lost voice: “You… didn't you get your student ID?”

Lin Yi's expression changed, thinking that I'm setting you up, Mu Daxian has stripped off all the secrets in just a few words!

Mao Feiyang's expression changed, and he quickly said: “No, I…”

“You didn't get your student ID… so you didn't see the teacher… plus you are in the same batch…” Mu Daxian muttered to himself, completely ignoring what Mao Feiyang was arguing.

“That is to say, you encountered problems as soon as you got off the bus…”

“They were abducted as soon as they got off the bus…”

“And you should have entered the teaching building under abnormal weather… but you encountered pollution on the way, which prevented you from finding the teacher's office through the guidance of the teaching building notice board…”

“You should have arrived at the first basement floor of the teaching building and then went up the stairs… and then entered the dormitory building all the way through that ‘axis’… and then the dormitory administrator brought you here…”

“And those who are in the same batch as you were abducted by the Pseudo-Artist teachers as soon as they got off the bus. The road they have to take is quite troublesome, so it's almost the same time as you came here…”

“Am I right?”

Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang was cold from head to toe, and he couldn't stand still for a while, staggering back a few steps, and accidentally fell to the ground.

“You… you, you…” He looked at Mu Daxian in horror, stammering and unable to say anything.

“It seems that I guessed everything right.” Mu Daxian shrugged again, trying to reach out to help Mao Feiyang, but Mao Feiyang's eyes were full of fear when he looked at him.

Lin Yi was also shocked, looking at Mu Daxian as if he had seen a ghost, thinking that you have installed a monitor on Maozi, how can you know this?!

Not only did he know, but he also knew exactly the same. Even if it was logical reasoning, it was impossible to deduce everything based on just one sentence from Mao Feiyang, right?!

Seeing that Mao Feiyang's eyes were still dodging, Mu Daxian didn't indulge him, and directly grabbed the collar of Mao Feiyang's chest and lifted him up: “Don't be afraid, I'm not a god, and I don't have any mind-reading skills. The reason why I can guess it is because I have encountered your situation before.”

Mao Feiyang didn't believe his statement, still frightened, and subconsciously asked: “You… are you the same as me?”

“That's not the case.” Mu Daxian shook his head, seeing Mao Feiyang worried, he smiled mysteriously and said slowly, “I, ah, was a… dormitory administrator for a while.”

Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang): “?!”

…

Not long after, Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang through the hall of the art building and came to the archway with some art students.

Looking out from the archway, the entire stone bridge was shrouded in mist. The nearby stones had been wet by the rain, some raindrops were jumping on the stone slabs, and some raindrops were melting into the moss on the stone wall.

These mottled mosses were looming in the light and dark interlaced light, extending along the stone bridge to the depths of the mist.

Many art students did not hold umbrellas and walked directly onto the ancient and mottled stone bridge. Their steps were neither fast nor slow, and they seemed completely unaffected by the storm.

“Are they okay like this…?” Looking at the backs of those art students, Mao Feiyang asked with some worry.

At this time, Mao Feiyang didn't know much about the relationship between abnormal weather and pollution, and only learned about some dangers from Wei Liang's mouth on the day of enrollment and the content of the student code.

But Lin Yi knew it very well, so the impact he received when he saw this scene was far greater than Mao Feiyang's.

He looked out from the archway, carefully observing the every move of the art students, trying to find the changes that occurred after the raindrops fell on the art students.

Sure enough, he soon discovered the clues.

This huge storm blew the colorful stained-glass windows of the clock tower rattling. It should have set off a dense and violent rain curtain on the stone bridge in a storm-swept posture, but strangely, when it really swept to the stone bridge, the raindrops that fell were pitifully few.

The scattered candlelight flickered on the candlestick carved with strange creature patterns, as if it would go out at any time, but it seemed that this weak flame, like a street lamp, opened up a field, blocking most of the wind and rain.

The mist shrouded the stone bridge. Looking out from the archway, the line of sight was extremely limited, and only the figures of those art students could be seen gradually fading into the mist.

And at the end of the stone bridge, a beam of golden light bloomed on the observation deck, looking from a distance like the bat light in Gotham City that pierced the clouds.

“It's okay, there's a dome on the bridge, enough to block a lot of wind and rain.” Mu Daxian explained, “It's common for us art students to deal with storms. As long as you return to the art classroom on time, you can solve the impact of abnormal weather on your body. If it doesn't work, you can go to the teacher. In short, don't worry.”

“When you're like me, you don't have to worry about getting wet all over.” Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder, “With me here, just relax. If even I can't protect you, then you're really beyond saving.”

After Mu Daxian finished speaking, he took the lead to walk out of the archway and stepped onto the stone bridge.

Mao Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly stepped forward to follow.

Mu Daxian's words made many thoughts pop up in Lin Yi's mind.

From his mouth, it can be known that the dormitory administrator can actually walk out of the art student line, and I don't know whether it's Mu Daxian's own problem, or because it was transferred from the dormitory administrator, Mu Daxian exudes an aura that far exceeds ordinary art students.

Even to a certain extent, Mu Daxian's feeling to Lin Yi is extremely similar to the boss, could it be that Mu Daxian is the boss among the art students?

Perhaps it can be compared like this, but Lin Yi feels that it's more than that.

What kind of person can say such things as “If even I can't protect you”?

If he's not bragging, then he's really awesome.

Combined with the illusion he had in the convenience store, Lin Yi believes that Mu Daxian is really awesome.

Just as Mao Feiyang walked out of the archway, Lin Yi looked back at the art building.

This castle in the storm was burning with sparks in the dark world, like a giant wearing a cloak standing in the darkness, and the boundary between the art building and the sky could not be seen in the storm.

The clock tower pierced into the dark clouds like a sharp blade, meticulously showing the passage of time.

The figure of the night watchman was not on the clock tower, I don't know if he returned to the cliff.

Lin Yi was shocked, and "flutteringly" followed Mao Feiyang's figure onto the stone bridge.

Going to the stone bridge for the second time, Lin Yi's mood was no calmer than the first time. For him now, the more he knew about the things related to the art building, the stronger the awe in his heart.

Walking on the stone bridge, Lin Yi seemed to be able to feel the coldness of the stone slabs under his feet. Under the rain, the entire stone bridge seemed even colder, like a giant crawling out of the deep sea, opening a torrential bloody mouth in the depths of the mist, and sticking his tongue into the art building.

The dense raindrops like soybeans hit the stone bridge like they were shot out by a submachine gun, and the "da da da" sound even covered the whistling wind and the sound of the waves under the stone bridge.

As the fine raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang, a damp and cold sensation gradually enveloped Lin Yi.

At the same time, Lin Yi also felt a sense of mental clarity.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Lin Yi was taken aback, and then he discovered that when raindrops fell on Mao Feiyang's clothes, his brain would produce a refreshing sensation similar to smelling mint leaves.

Mao Feiyang subconsciously stopped walking.

"Rainwater will pollute your 'perception'." Mu Daxian's voice rang in Mao Feiyang's ears, awakening Mao Feiyang and startling Lin Yi.

"This rain itself is an aggregate of pollution. A moderate amount of rain can stimulate your artistic cells, but an excessive amount will cause you to collapse."

"And the so-called 'moderate amount' refers to the current situation… if you get rained on, you get rained on. Don't deliberately try to experience this feeling."

Mao Feiyang seemed to understand and quickly nodded, "Uh… okay."

He quickly followed Mu Daxian's pace. In this place, having a guide was really too important.

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Just as the two were slowly moving forward on the stone bridge, in the darkness beneath the stone bridge, countless purebred Nightwalkers wriggled their bodies, slowly moving along with them like a large lump of putty. The "rustling" sound of friction was drowned out by the storm, but the evil aura became even more intense after absorbing the rainwater.

Following Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang felt a little more at ease, so he curiously looked at the surrounding environment.

He quickly noticed the round candlesticks burning with candlelight. The base of the candlesticks had a pattern of a strange creature, looking like a long, winged animal.

"What is this?" Mao Feiyang asked.

Mu Daxian glanced over in response and asked, "Candlestick?"

"That, the pattern under the candlestick," Mao Feiyang said.

Lin Yi immediately pricked up his ears, thinking, 'Maozi, you're really speaking my mind!'

Mu Daxian then said, "From a mythological perspective, it should be the 'Feathered Serpent God' from Mayan civilization, but…"

"But what?" Mao Feiyang said.

"But the architectural style of the art building castle is more Gothic and Baroque, which is completely different from the Mayan style…"

"Moreover, it is very unreasonable for the relief of the 'Feathered Serpent God' to appear here, because here… cough, this is S City, right? It would be better to say it is 'Yinglong' rather than the 'Feathered Serpent God'," Mu Daxian calmly changed his tone, "But regardless of which civilization's sculpture it is, it is different from the style of the art building."

"Then… what is that candlestick?" Mao Feiyang asked.

Mu Daxian smiled, "Based on your curiosity, what I should do most is to instill a lot of knowledge into you and fix your understanding here, but out of respect for you, I think it's better to tell you slowly and let you choose for yourself."

"Let's go, let's have dinner first. When the opportunity arises, I will 'introduce' it to you."

"Our art faction focuses on 'self-study' first, then 'class'."

Suddenly, Mu Daxian stopped and touched the drawing board in his hand in the first instance.

At the same time, his other hand opened slightly, protecting Mao Feiyang behind him.

Mu Daxian didn't move another step, his dark eyes staring intently at the stone bridge shrouded in mist ahead.

The picture seemed to freeze.

If it weren't for the sound of the storm and the roar of the waves in his ears, and the rolling mist in front of him, Lin Yi would have really thought that time had stopped.

"Da… da… da…"

A series of crisp footsteps gradually came from the depths of the thick fog.

Then a human-shaped outline gradually became clear, and the person who came was actually that pseudo-art teacher.

This pseudo-art teacher had a conflict with Mu Daxian in the morning. Meeting again at this time can be described as an encounter between enemies.

Mu Daxian gradually narrowed his eyes, and between the slits of his eyes, a cluster of icy golden flames like a bright moon bloomed with a "poof".

At the same time, an invisible aura slowly spread out with him as the center, supporting a piece of field in this thick fog.

"Going to dinner?" The pseudo-art teacher seemed to not remember those things at all, and also seemed to turn a blind eye to Mu Daxian's performance. When he saw him, he just greeted him plainly.

"Yes… teacher," Mu Daxian nodded calmly.

The pseudo-art teacher was wearing a well-fitting professional suit, with a curvy figure, stepping on black high heels and approaching Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang. The beautiful face was strange and creepy because of that iconic stiff smile.

After a simple greeting, the pseudo-art teacher brushed past Mu Daxian like nothing had happened.

But just as it was about to pass by Mao Feiyang, those hands suddenly shot towards Mao Feiyang like a poisonous snake with an angle that subverted the laws of human limb movement.

Everything happened in a flash. The speed was so fast that even Lin Yi, who had psychological expectations, couldn't react to it.

But just as this arm was about to touch the corner of Mao Feiyang's clothes, a drawing board went straight to the pseudo-art teacher's face in a tactic to relieve the siege of Zhao by attacking Wei.

"Bang!"

The drawing board hit the face, and the pseudo-art teacher was knocked away a distance. The arm was therefore unable to touch Mao Feiyang, but one of its legs suddenly swung over like a scorpion's tail.

Mu Daxian sneered, directly grabbed its ankle, and with such great strength, he actually pinched the ankle out of shape.

"Student, the teacher's stockings are very expensive," the pseudo-art teacher didn't know what pain was. While speaking, that foot actually broke free from the high heels. Then the foot wearing black silk suddenly kneaded and changed like putty, turning into a foot knife, cutting straight towards Mu Daxian's face.

Mu Daxian looked up and dodged the foot knife, and with the force of thunder, he pulled out a paintbrush dipped in paint from the cloth bag and heavily smeared it on the black silk.

Seeing that his foot was about to be painted with the paintbrush, the pseudo-art teacher screamed and directly reached out and tore hard at his thigh!

With a "chi la" sound, the pseudo-art teacher broke his thigh like breaking a tree branch. That round and straight black silk beautiful leg was directly held in Mu Daxian's hand like a toy.

At this moment, Mu Daxian's paintbrush fell on this thigh.

Mu Daxian was too lazy to look at this leg, just looked at the pseudo-art teacher, and said calmly: "Teacher, your stockings are dirty, I'll go to the store to bring you a pair later."

It seemed that Mu Daxian valued that black silk more than this broken thigh.

But Lin Yi focused his attention on the pseudo-art teacher. He saw that there was no blood on the broken part of its thigh, and not even a drop of ketchup oozed out. And that black silk seemed to be integrated with its thigh. When it broke, its texture was actually the same as the thigh.

And the broken surface of the pseudo-art teacher's thigh was extremely smooth, without any texture, like a half-length sculpture used for sketching practice.

Lin Yi was shocked. He remembered that when the green bib chef's hand was broken by the physical education student, the broken surface clearly showed the broken bones and blood vessels. Of course, that kind of broken surface quickly turned into a plaster-like texture.

But the pseudo-art teacher was completely different from the green bib chef.

"Could it be that the 'life form' of the green bib chef is different from the pseudo-art teacher?"

The pseudo-art teacher didn't answer Mu Daxian's words, just gave him a cold look, then turned and disappeared into the fog.

Mu Daxian casually smeared a few strokes on the leg with a paintbrush, threw it off the stone bridge after painting it yellow, and then left with Mao Feiyang without looking back.

"Don't look, let's go."

"Uh… okay." Mao Feiyang was still looking at the black silk beautiful leg that Mu Daxian threw off the stone bridge. Hearing Mu Daxian's words, he quickly followed.

Not long after the two left, the pseudo-art teacher returned and came back here staggeringly. It looked at its own leg that had been thrown into the stone bridge and said, "Give it back to me."

"Hua—hua—hua…"

The stone bridge is a cliff, and under the cliff is the dark sea. The sea water set off a frenzy in the storm, and only the sound of the wind responded to it.

But suddenly, accompanied by the sound of "sha sha sha…", the pseudo-art teacher's leg actually popped out from under the stone bridge bit by bit like bamboo shoots after a rain.

But if you look closely, you will find that on the side of the stone bridge, a huge number of purebred Nightwalkers are wrapping the leg, and are handing it up bit by bit.

Looking at the ankle that had been flattened by Mu Daxian's great strength, a flame of anger surged in the eyes of the pseudo-art teacher. It grabbed its own leg, and was trying to put it back on the broken part, but suddenly its mind went blank, and then… found that what it was holding in its hand was not its own leg, but… a chicken leg as big as its leg!

"?"

The pseudo-art teacher rubbed his eyes. After repeated observation, he confirmed that this was indeed "a chicken leg as big as its leg", not its "leg", and then threw it back off the stone bridge.

As soon as it threw it out, those purebred Nightwalkers rushed over desperately, as if this chicken leg was the most delicious food in the world.

The pseudo-art teacher watched coldly as those purebred Nightwalkers fell into the sea under the cliff in order to gnaw on this "chicken leg", without any emotional change. But at this moment, it suddenly realized something, and its face suddenly changed drastically.

"No… he used a paintbrush to rewrite the cognition of those brainless things about my 'leg'!"

Looking at its own "leg" that had long been swallowed by thick fog and sea water, a rare look of ugliness appeared on the pseudo-art teacher's face.

2200 words added for the leader "Lin skylark", still owing 4800 words!!

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