Rules-related weird stories: 4016

Lin Yi's expression gradually darkened as he thought of this.

At this hour, it was already late. If they got lost in the Green Forest Belt... even if Mu Daxian was a War God, his chances wouldn't be good!

Mao Feiyang also gradually noticed something was wrong, but just as he was about to quietly remind Mu Daxian about the problem, he saw Mu Daxian suddenly pull out the drawing board behind him and stick it into the ground. Then, he heard a slight rolling in his throat, and a cold laugh spread out like ripples:

"Alright, you've been following for so long, you can come out now."

Mao Feiyang's eyelids twitched violently.

And Lin Yi's mind exploded—he had overthought it! He had completely overthought it!

「I still underestimated this Mu Daxian too much!」

Lin Yi couldn't help but feel ashamed. If he were a green hat, he would have to punish himself with a tomato.

However, from the moment Mu Daxian finished speaking until his words were completely buried by the soil, the surrounding Green Forest Belt remained deathly silent. Only the gradually cooling wind stirred the thin mist in the mountains, floating out a hint of desolation under the twilight.

"Come out, you've been following from yesterday until today. You haven't figured out the roles of hunter and prey!"

A sneer hung on the corner of Mu Daxian's mouth as he leisurely dipped his paintbrush in paint, as calm as a painter sketching in the forest.

However, the surroundings remained deathly silent. It seemed that apart from the towering humanoid sculptures, there were no stalkers Mu Daxian was talking about.

"Sigh..." Mu Daxian sighed helplessly, "I won't say it three times... If you insist on trying, I can let you die."

He acted, without too many fancy operations, simply painting calmly on the drawing board, adding the scene he saw before him, stroke by stroke, into the drawing board.

But throughout this entire process, he cleverly used the relationship between light, shadow, and the flow of mist to draw some faint lampposts on the drawing board.

When these lampposts appeared under his brush, they looked like they were there and not there. It seemed that whether they existed or not was only up to him, the painter, to decide.

"I've given you a chance... 'Light the Lamps'."

Mu Daxian dipped his brush into a brilliant golden paint, and then changed from a light stroke to a heavy stroke, lighting up all the lampposts on the drawing board!

In that instant, Lin Yi suddenly felt that the originally gloomy Green Forest Belt had also become brighter. A kind of warm light instantly ignited the surrounding environment.

Mao Feiyang's exclamation rang out: "It's lit up?! The lampposts... they're all lit up?!"

Lin Yi abruptly pulled his gaze away from the drawing board. He glanced around and was shocked to find that the surrounding environment seemed to still be the "surrounding environment" from before, but he didn't know when some lampposts had appeared, and at this moment, they were all lit up, directly illuminating the surrounding hundred meters with a yellow-orange light...

【Ah—Ah—】

The nearby humanoid sculptures let out painful howls. They had been avoiding the sunlight and waiting for the sun to set so they could emerge from the Green Forest Belt, like pieces of rotten wood shrinking in a damp basement waiting to mold. But now, Mu Daxian directly used a "Sun Fist" to deal with the stalkers. Under this indiscriminate AOE, the sculpture formation nearby suffered a bloody disaster before the stalkers even showed their faces...

Soon, two people rolled out from a narrow corner...

Mao Feiyang looked over in real-time, and then his heart trembled—those two people were wearing the exact same dark green art student uniform as Mu Daxian. Clearly, they were also art students!

But as they appeared, Mao Feiyang immediately noticed the obvious "malice" emanating from them!

"Fake Art Students?!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed in shock. He instantly realized that these two guys seemed to be the fake art students who had been scared by Mu Daxian's bluffing in the early morning and hadn't dared to attack.

At that time, Mu Daxian actually didn't have any combat power. He could only bluff, and he only had confidence after Old Mo helped him heal his arm.

And he thought that the fake art student had already been deterred by Mu Daxian. He didn't expect that they were still stubbornly不死 and had been tracking them from behind.

What he didn't expect was that there were actually two fake art students tracking them—he had always thought there was only one.

These two fake art students obviously had stronger light resistance than the humanoid sculptures. Of course, it was also possible that Mu Daxian's hand-drawn works were a little lacking compared to real sunlight...

But even so, these two fake art students still looked distressed after being exposed, as if they were extremely uncomfortable.

"W-Wait a moment... T-This is only the third time!" One of the fake art students crawled on the ground, raising his hand and said with difficulty.

Mu Daxian watched coldly, a sneer on his lips: "That's why I didn't go for the kill."

He came to the fake art student's face, patted his cheek, and said contemptuously: "You really thought I was bluffing?"

The art student lowered his head, his face gloomy and silent.

The other one gritted his teeth and said: "I've heard that Mu Daxian has the name of 'Extraordinary Art Student', and once rubbed the teacher on the ground. I admit defeat today falling into your hands! Kill or cut, do as you please!"

"Ha, you have so much backbone, it makes me look like a villain?" Mu Daxian sneered, went over and stepped on the fake art student's back, and suddenly unloaded one of his arms.

Not the kind of dislocated unloading, but directly unloading it like disassembling a toy.

Strangely, after the fake art student's arm was unloaded, bone and flesh textures visibly appeared on the cross-section of his shoulder, and blood beads quickly seeped out. But as soon as these blood beads came into contact with the mist permeating the air, they quickly petrified, turning into a layer of pure white crystalline substance, like a layer of armor.

"Mu Daxian, what are you doing?!" The fake art student shouted in humiliation, struggling his body, but he couldn't break free at all.

"I want to discuss something with you." Mu Daxian said with a smile, "Don't worry, let me finish the work at hand first, and then I'll talk to you slowly."

As Mu Daxian spoke, he unloaded one of his legs.

After completing this step, he also unloaded one arm and one leg from the other fake art student.

With both hands and feet casually discarded by Mu Daxian to the side, the two fake art students didn't even have a chance to resist in the area set up by Mu Daxian, completely confirming what it means to be "fish on a chopping board."

"Kill us if you want to kill us, don't torture us here!" The fake art student couldn't bear the humiliation, struggled to get up from the ground, and jumped up on one foot to pounce on Mu Daxian.

Mu Daxian picked up his foot as a stick and directly knocked him to the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's my foot, be careful!" Another slightly timid Pseudos art student quickly shouted, looking at a fragment that had bounced off his foot with a pained expression.

"Oh, looks like we have something to talk about." Mu Daxian looked at the timid Pseudos art student with a grin. "The reason I'm looking for you is actually to ask you for a favor."

"Help? That's not the attitude you should have!" The Pseudos art student next to him cursed.

Mu Daxian frowned, went over, and removed its other hand and a leg, then pressed its face into the pile of dead leaves.

"Noisy."

Still feeling dissatisfied, he stomped on it a couple more times, then came to the timid Pseudos art student with satisfaction.

A man's name is like a tree's shadow. Mu Daxian's fierce reputation was well-known in the art building. The Pseudos art student wasn't very brave in the first place, and now he was intimidated by Mu Daxian's aura, and immediately began to tremble: "That... what, what do you want me to do...?"

Mu Daxian didn't mince words, directly took out four petrified light bulbs from his cloth bag, and threw them in front of him.

"This, this could it be...?" The Pseudos art student's expression changed.

"That's right, they're light bulbs." Mu Daxian said, "The light bulbs have failed, I want to ask you for a favor, help me recharge them."

"This... how would I know how to do that?" The Pseudos art student looked distressed.

"You don't know how?" Mu Daxian reached out and touched its other arm.

"Ah, I do, I do, I do! I know how!"

"Hey, that's the way!"

"But a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice... can cook, can cook, can cook... Stop, stop, stop!" It looked teary-eyed, looking at the arm that had already been removed by Mu Daxian, feeling that it had never had such a dark day in its artistic life.

"I already said I could cook!" It felt like it was about to cry.

"I just... couldn't control myself!" Mu Daxian clicked his tongue.

"But... even if you want to recharge them, it takes time, and these four light bulbs of yours... require a lot of resources..."

"Why else would I come to you?" Mu Daxian said without any politeness, "Don't think I don't know, you guys have set up some hellish stuff in the depths of the dense forest. You take the light bulbs there and secretly steal some energy, enough to recharge them."

The Pseudos art student's expression changed again: "How do you know...? Are you trying to trick me?!"

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"I'm tricking your sister!" Mu Daxian picked up its arm and smacked it a couple of times. "Do I need to trick you? Just tell me if you'll do it or not!"

"I..."

"You people eating your own food, in essence, it doesn't count as stealing, does it?" Mu Daxian's tone suddenly softened a little, as if it contained a bewitching magic.

"This..."

"Besides, you are the non-renewable resources, what could be more important than your little lives?"

"emmm..."

"Moreover, what is this little bit of resources to you? Just four light bulbs, right?"

"Okay, I'll do it!" The Pseudos art student gritted his teeth and succumbed to Mu Daxian's tyranny.

"Bastard, you were actually persuaded by him with just a few words! You are a disgrace to us fanatics!!"

The Pseudos art student who had been buried on the side struggled hard, finally pulled himself out of the dead leaves and dirt, then looked at Mu Daxian and shouted angrily: "I can do this kind of thing too! My awareness is higher!!"

"..." Mao Feiyang's mouth twitched fiercely, thinking that this operation of saying soft words in the strongest tone was really an eye-opener for him.

Mu Daxian's expression remained unchanged, he glanced over them with interest, and said with a half-smile: "But I don't seem to need two people for this little thing."

"You...? !"

"Hey! I have an idea!" Mu Daxian snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, he dismembered the two Pseudos art students into a pile of "parts", and then assembled them himself for a while, and finally used the parts of the two Pseudos to assemble a two-headed Pseudos and a pile of remaining limbs.

After finishing, Mu Daxian looked at his "masterpiece", clapped his hands with satisfaction, and said narcissistically: "Needless to say, if the teacher sees my masterpiece, he won't give me a zero for the class "Transportation and Assembly of Sculptures"... I didn't waste any of these parts!"

The two-headed Pseudos, at this moment, looked at Mu Daxian, this madman, and the pile of "unwasted 'parts'" with horror, trembling and holding the four streetlights, not daring to say a word.

Mu Daxian glanced at them indifferently: "What are you still standing there for? If you don't come back before the streetlights in the campus light up, I'll throw your parts away."

"After night falls, the Pseudos sculptures all over the mountains and fields will definitely be very interested in your little parts."

He showed a cruel smile, and the way he hugged his arms looked like a great demon playing with all living beings in the eyes of the Pseudos art students.

The Pseudos art student ran away with the streetlights, his tail between his legs.

Looking at its back, Mu Daxian sneered, put the parts together, and sat on them as a stool.

It wasn't until this time that Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian had a bit of "come back"...

Just now, he really looked like a limb-chopping maniac...

"Brother Xian...?" Mao Feiyang tentatively asked.

"What's wrong? You're being timid, not like you?" Mu Daxian smiled, reached out and patted the position next to him, "Come and rest for a while."

"Oh." Mao Feiyang moved over, very obediently sat down, put his hands neatly on his knees, as well-behaved as an unmarried daughter-in-law.

"What's the situation with you?" Mu Daxian couldn't help but pat him, scaring Mao Feiyang three feet high, almost kowtowing to Mu Daxian, "Don't, don't take me apart, Brother Xian!"

Mu Daxian: "..."

"Come over here."

"Okay!"

"..."

"I still like you being like your usual cheap self, can you... recover a bit?"

Mao Feiyang coughed dryly, took a deep breath, and then said: "Uh... okay, actually Brother Xian, I don't understand a bit."

Seeing that Mao Feiyang had indeed "switched" back, Mu Daxian nodded: "Tell me."

"Brother Xian, aren't you afraid that they'll run away with the streetlights?"

"I'm not afraid, if they run away, I'll feed their parts to the Pseudos sculptures, and then activate the backup plan."

"Brother Xian, the backup plan you're talking about, it wouldn't be... still manually exploding the streetlights, right?"

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