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Chapter 231: "The Faceless"

The mirrors and sinks in the men's restroom of the teaching building were located on the side of the corridor. Therefore, Mao Feiyang almost instantly saw himself in the mirror.

At that moment, a strange and cool undulation merged with the cold night air, appearing out of nowhere. The next moment, it silently swept through the entire campus like ripples.

When this undulation passed through the teaching building, it was as if an invisible and nimble hand gently lifted the edge of Mao Feiyang's dark green hood.

The scale of time seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. In the instant the hood's brim was slightly blown up, Mao Feiyang's vision seemed to pierce through this dim distance, clearly seeing himself in the mirror.

"Gudong!"

Mao Feiyang's heart seemed to skip a beat. His pupils instantly dilated into white dots—

"This, this...? !"

Mao Feiyang's body stiffened, as if frozen in place. His eyes stared straight ahead, his expression dazed, as if experiencing an unspeakable inner shock.

"Gudu..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling his Adam's apple slightly move. Only then did he slowly calm down a bit...

He tried to touch his face with his stiff hand. At this moment, his body trembled uncontrollably, his face pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if struck by lightning.

He... couldn't feel his lips!!

His hand slowly moved...

He couldn't feel his nose either!

He couldn't feel his eyes either!!

Eyebrows, ears, hair...

Couldn't feel them!!

Still couldn't feel them!!

Couldn't feel anything at all!!!

From his perspective, the "himself" in the mirror was also replicating his movements, but the "himself" in the mirror... had no face!

Above the neck was just a bald, egg-like ellipsoid!

No facial features, no hair!

Nothing at all!!

《Chaotic Faceless》

"This... me?"

"Me...? !" Mao Feiyang was inwardly shocked. "Could it be because I lost my 'identity'? I am Mao Fei... No, wait! No!"

In this critical moment, Mao Feiyang's dog-like cheapness was entirely converted into comprehension. With the explosion of comprehension, he vaguely realized that the key to the problem lay in his own identity!

"I am not 'Mao Feiyang' now, and I cannot be 'Mao Feiyang'!"

"I have no identity... so... I have no face!"

"I have no face, and I cannot have a face!!"

"I cannot anchor back to myself. Anchoring back to myself will cause conflict with the Pseudo!"

"I cannot anchor into someone else's appearance either, because I am not someone else! I am just 'not myself' right now, and cannot become someone else!"

"I am not 'me' now..."

"I am now... 'Faceless'!"

"'The Faceless One'!"

When these comprehension storms arose in Mao Feiyang's heart, Lin Yi's heart also echoed with these sounds like thunder!

Mao Feiyang reached out and pulled down the brim of his hat, withdrawing his "gaze" from the mirror.

However, the Mao Feiyang in the mirror seemed to be a beat slower, slowly lowering his head.

"Xiao Mao! Why are you walking so slowly? Are you tired? Let me tell you, don't rest yet. It won't be too late to rest when we get back to the art building!" At this time, Mu Daxian's voice also sounded at the right moment. It was difficult to tell whether he was talking to the Pseudo Mao Feiyang, or... deliberately reminding Mao Feiyang.

Under this kind of situation, he absolutely could not issue any directive orders to Mao Feiyang's main body. He could only use "Area Decontrol". If it could be released, then it would be released. If it couldn't... then there was really no way.

Could he possibly guide Mao Feiyang in front of the Smiling Angel?

Wouldn't that ruin everything?

Fortunately, Mao Feiyang followed.

Mu Daxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, deciding to properly knock some sense into this idiot after returning to the art building. He almost dropped the ball at a crucial moment.

However, Lin Yi's attention was not on Mao Feiyang's side. He stared intently at the mirror in the men's restroom—

The men's restroom... did have a mirror, but that location didn't seem to be a mirror!

That seemed to be... a glass window!

When he thought of this scene, the "mirror" indeed showed changes in light and shadow, gradually turning from a "mirror" into a piece of glass!

However, the "Faceless Mao Feiyang" in the "mirror" did not disappear, still maintaining the posture of lowering his head, standing there!

In the dim moonlight, the Faceless Mao Feiyang was like a sculpture that had lost all vitality.

Gradually, it seemed to sink into a quagmire, its body slowly merging into the void below. Finally, its face also disappeared at the lower edge of the glass...

On the other side, Mu Daxian had already brought the Pseudo Mao Feiyang to the elevator lobby.

"The timing is just right..." Mu Daxian said softly, not knowing who he was talking to. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was full of flag-like premonitions, "If we're lucky, maybe there won't be any accidents."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up—

《The Timing is Just Right》

"Could it be that I misunderstood? Just now was exactly past midnight? That undulation... could it be the undulation of the dormitory building's lights turning off at 0:00?"

"So, just now..."

Old people often say, don't look in the mirror at twelve o'clock at night...

And just now Mao Feiyang...

Hiss...

Why is there a kind of inexplicable, strange, eerie feeling of evil folklore?

Lin Yi couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if a circle of goosebumps had risen on his arm.

He withdrew his gaze and happened to see Mu Daxian reaching out and pressing the elevator's "↑" button.

"Ding!"

The elevator was already parked on the first floor, and it immediately made a crisp response sound as soon as the button was pressed.

"Kuang—"

The elevator doors opened like a gate, as if opening a closed world.

However, at the moment when the elevator opened a crack, it seemed as if an electric net simultaneously enveloped Mu Daxian, Mao Feiyang, and Lin Yi, causing their bodies to stiffen fiercely.

The elevator doors opened completely, and a spacious and bright empty elevator car appeared in front of them.

The elevator was normal, the lights were all on.

However, the atmosphere was very wrong. Based on the "perception" of art students, an invisible, eerie cloud seemed to spread out from it like thousands of threads, entangling them...

Mu Daxian took a deep breath, maintaining his original breathing rhythm, and led the Pseudo Mao Feiyang, slowly entering the elevator car...

Mao Feiyang gritted his teeth and followed in.

"Xiao Mao, press the elevator, go back to the art building... You know what to do." Mu Daxian's voice suddenly became extremely magnetic, as if carrying some kind of magic, like the whisper of a puppeteer.

The Pseudo Mao Feiyang stiffened, his hollow gaze falling on the button panel, and then he stiffly raised his arm. Then, as if some muscle memory existed, he reached out and flipped open the red glass cover above the button panel, and pressed the "↑" button.

The elevator vibrated slightly, and the elevator doors on both sides quickly emerged, closing like a giant's mouth.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Mao Feiyang suddenly clutched his chest, squatting down in discomfort.

He felt a stifling pain, as if his entire being was being devoured by a massive entity, like an adventurer trapped in a mountain crevice, unable to advance or retreat…

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At the same time, as the elevator started, the lights inside the car flickered.

In the instant of the flickering lights, Lin Yi saw the Grinning Angels standing at the elevator door.

The two Grinning Angels stood there silently, their hands in a face-covering gesture but not actually covering their faces, the sinister grins on their mouths stretched to the roots of their ears, their gazes fixed on the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, their eyes filled with greed.

And in the four corners of the elevator car, sure enough, there were four more Grinning Angels facing the walls.

This situation was exactly the same as yesterday!

And this was the fundamental reason why Mu Daxian and the others had a "娇躯一颤 (delicate body tremble)" the moment the elevator doors opened!

Different from last time, this time, Mu Daxian, knowing the danger, pressed forward against the tide, "escorting" the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, bringing Mao Feiyang into the elevator.

These four Grinning Angels were all bent forward in a bow, covering their faces with their hands, facing the corners of the elevator.

Mao Feiyang squatted on the ground, breathing heavily, his gaze shifting, giving him the feeling that no matter which angle he looked from, there was a Grinning Angel sticking its butt at him.

He felt even more uncomfortable, a feeling of suffocation.

He also noticed that the feathers gathered on the backs of these Grinning Angels squatting in the elevator were all covered with water droplets, and overall, they were floating with a layer of faint, imperceptible light.

Some of them had empty hands, some were carrying stone-carved hourglasses…

But no matter what, the sand in the hourglasses showed no sign of flowing, as if frozen in time.

As the lights in the elevator flickered, the four Grinning Angels began to turn stiffly, then slowly moved.

Six Grinning Angels, plus Mu Daxian and his two companions, such a passenger capacity almost filled the entire elevator, some Grinning Angels even passing through the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's body in a semi-illusory state, like Obito with the Sharingan.

The six Grinning Angels, like a nest of snakes, entwined around the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, greedily sucking the extraordinary power from the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's body.

Mu Daxian didn't dare to breathe loudly, his gaze only fixed on the elevator's floor indicator, as if silently calculating the passage of time in his heart.

"I… I feel… so weak…" the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang said, bewildered, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Mu Daxian quickly supported it, allowing it to have a more perfect contact surface with the six Grinning Angels, in case it inadvertently set itself on fire: "It's normal to get elevator sickness, just hold on a little longer, we'll be back soon."

"Uh… okay…" the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang nodded, but didn't realize that its entire skin color had turned bluish-gray, and was beginning to become increasingly white…

When it nodded, some cracks appeared at its neck, like skin cracking from dehydration.

Seeing the cracks, Mu Daxian's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but say: "Damn… It really takes a lot of effort to use a rifle against a tank… Not to mention there are six damn tanks…"

"I wonder how long it can last…"

"Hold on, Little Mao!" he encouraged.

"O-okay…" the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang nodded again, instantly accelerating the spread of the cracks.

Mu Daxian's heart jumped straight to his throat: "Bro, you know, just know, don't nod your head, bro, don't…"

"Okay, I know, I know…" That Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, as if brainless, nodded again with muscle memory, and then, with a "crack" sound, it finally nodded its head off…

"Oh, shit!" Mu Daxian cursed inwardly, quickly reaching out to support the head, but unexpectedly, a Grinning Angel floated out like a ghost, scaring Mu Daxian into quickly retracting his hand.

The Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's head rolled down, hitting Mao Feiyang's feet with a "thud".

Mao Feiyang subconsciously glanced at it, unfortunately meeting the clay-sculpture-like "face of himself" head-on.

In that moment, it seemed that some kind of bizarre cognition shattered before him, making him have the illusion of sending himself to his own funeral…

He subconsciously touched his neck, and then shockingly discovered that the position his hand touched also seemed to have a trace of cracks…

"Crap…!"

Mao Feiyang's heart trembled violently.

Before he could react, he saw another Grinning Angel falling lightly like a willow catkin, bending down as if a diver smelling the scent of the head…

This Grinning Angel was shrouded in a thin layer of water vapor, like a sculpture constantly being battered by wind and rain in a misplaced space-time, its feathers clearly having the texture of stone carvings, but giving people a sticky feeling.

Its face was filled with greed as it sucked the extraordinary power emanating from the somewhat broken head of the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, eerie and terrifying, like chasing souls and seizing lives.

"I… I feel very wrong… I seem… I can't feel my body anymore…" The empty expression on the Pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's face finally showed some changes, beginning to reveal some horror.

Mu Daxian quickly used his foot to turn its face away, lest it see its "body" and cause a cognitive distortion at a critical moment.

"Little Mao, you're just tired, don't worry, we'll be there soon," Mu Daxian said quickly, "Do you still remember your identity information? Quickly recite it!"

"Okay, okay… I am Mao Feiyang, my art student number is… X02305070323… I am Mao Feiyang, I…"

The head began to repeatedly recite Mao Feiyang's identity information, and at the same time, it also suddenly awakened Mao Feiyang.

He suddenly clenched the student commemorative coin in his pocket, thinking fiercely in his heart: "Yes, I am—no, I am not! I am not yet!"

Mao Feiyang's spirit twisted rapidly, forcibly twisting back at the moment when he almost anchored his identity.

Being able to do this was not entirely because he reacted quickly, but also because he saw the Grinning Angel's wings, as if they trembled…

I don't know if it was an illusion, but in that instant, he seemed to feel… that he was being scanned by something.

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