Rules-related weird stories: 4016

"What?" Mao Feiyang was stunned. Mu Daxian seemed to have mumbled some gibberish just now. Besides the strange pronunciation, he didn't understand a single word. What "Dasen," what "She Bi Le Ma De"...

Equally shocked was Lin Yi.

Unlike Mao Feiyang, who was completely clueless, Lin Yi felt a powerful force permeating the void when he heard those words, like a glass罩 falling over him and Mao Feiyang, directly severing his blind and foolish curiosity about the conceptual sculpture.

『This, this language...?!』

Lin Yi's heart suddenly raced, and his pupils fluctuated violently. He had heard these obscure syllables and strange rhythms from the other side of the ocean many times when his layers fell into a daze!

He had also heard it from the mouths of the heretical choir!

However, whether it was the sound carried by the sea breeze or from the mouths of the heretical choir, he could feel a pure, collapsing malice and countless twisted negative emotions intertwined, as well as a deep-seated sense of summoning.

But from Mu Daxian's mouth, he heard a different flavor. It was strange, but there was not much evil aura. There was only the feeling of shaking people's hearts, like a military drum, deafening like thunder, making people unsteady and spiritually uplifted.

『This Mu Daxian... could he have held multiple positions, not only as a dormitory manager but also in a heretical choir?!』

Mu Daxian glanced at him: "A precept from the 'Night Watchman Iron Law,' when recited with the blessing of absolute will, can effectively resist spiritual pollution."

Lin Yi: "???"

Wait... Lin Yi suspected he had misheard.

What did Mu Daxian just say?

"Night Watchman Iron Law."

What the hell is that?!

It sounds like a code, but Iron Law, Iron Law... it feels like the level and B格 are on a different level!

Moreover... what did Mu Daxian just say?

【A precept from the 'Night Watchman Iron Law'】

Damn... Lin Yi was a little confused. His assessment of Mu Daxian as a dormitory manager and a member of a heretical choir was too conservative!

Could this guy be a retired Night Watchman?!

Lin Yi looked at Mu Daxian, his eyes filled with complexity and admiration. If that were the case, Mu Daxian could be called the "Ancient Greek God of Part-time Jobs."

However, due to the information gap, Mao Feiyang had no idea what Lin Yi was thinking. He only felt that Mu Daxian was awesome but didn't know where his awesomeness lay. His first reaction was not to ask blindly, hoping to stumble upon Lin Yi's curiosity about the 'Night Watchman Iron Law,' what that strange and magical sentence meant, or what special power it had...

Instead, he directly went to hug Mu Daxian's thigh...

And was ruthlessly pressed to the ground by Mu Daxian the moment he moved, resulting in the classic 'I can't breathe.jpg'...

"Damn, cough cough... sounds awesome... Coach, I want to learn this... cough cough..." Despite being literally pinned to the ground, Mao Feiyang persisted.

Mu Daxian released him: "I can't teach you unless you really don't plan to leave."

"Damn!" Mao Feiyang shuddered and completely came to his senses. "Does this belong to the 'under the book cover' content?"

Mu Daxian glanced at him, a playful look appearing on his lips: "Almost the last page, I guess. Still dare to learn more?"

Mao Feiyang quickly shook his head like a rattle drum. This time, even if he was really curious, he wouldn't dare to be too curious.

"He... is too terrifying." Mao Feiyang was filled with lingering fear. He was indeed attracted just now. If it weren't for Mu Daxian, he would have been in mortal danger.

No, he might not even have qualified for mortal danger and would have simply restarted Earth Online.

"Actually..." Mu Daxian opened his mouth again, "He is not an enemy, but more terrifying than an enemy, because..."

"We don't even have the qualifications to be His enemy."

Mao Feiyang's heart sank, and he was silenced by Mu Daxian.

Mu Daxian continued: "That's why the school compiled some rules..."

Mao Feiyang had a flash of inspiration: "Are the rules used to fight them?"

"Fight? Are you kidding me?" Mu Daxian shook his head with a wry smile, not even bothering to chide Mao Feiyang, "The rules... are to help you avoid Him as much as possible."

"Whether it's the rules for the exchange students or our rules, they almost never mention fighting back."

"Especially the exchange students, most of them don't have the ability to fight the pseudo-humans or purebred nightwalkers. Even if they can fight, they will be polluted by fighting."

"Therefore, no matter what they do, unless they maintain zero contact with the polluted, they are likely to deepen the pollution."

"So, the rules for the exchange student department follow the five no's principle: don't care, don't ask, don't listen, don't look, don't interfere, focusing on 'ignoring'."

"As for our art department... it's similar, but we are bullies who are afraid of the strong. If we can't beat them, we should never touch them. If we can beat them, it's best to stay far away."

"In short, avoid them if you can. If you can't avoid them, then strike hard, focusing on either not doing it or going all out."

Mao Feiyang listened dumbfounded and could only nod repeatedly. This was the personal instruction of a true大佬, not only focusing on theory but also teaching directly in actual combat. What could be more efficient than this?

"Ouch! Hiss—" Just then, Mao Feiyang suddenly squeaked, frowning and looking at his forearm.

The abrasion on his forearm had split open by about two centimeters, and the jagged edges of the wound were like the teeth of a zipper. Inside the wound, a drop of crystal clear, ruby-like blood crystal was forming, and a faint bloody smell was floating in the air.

The wall powder around them all wriggled, and large eyeballs turned to Mao Feiyang one by one. Thin strands of flesh like capillaries drilled out of the purebred nightwalker's body, faintly tending towards Mao Feiyang.

A distorted shadow appeared at the end of the corridor bridge, and the harsh friction sound of "沙沙沙" made people's mouths dry and their hearts more and more hairy.

Mao Feiyang exclaimed anxiously: "Daxian, my wound seems to be splitting open!"

Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang's arm and glanced at it: "The injury is getting worse! It must be your perception of Him just now that caused your blood to accelerate, and blood is starting to pour out of your body. We can't delay... let's go to the next place!"

With that, he took Mao Feiyang up and ran all the way across the corridor bridge towards the teaching building in front.

Outside the corridor bridge, the fog was thick, and the moonlight above the sky was scarce.

A storm descended, shrouding the three teaching buildings. The buildings seemed like reflections on the water's surface, swaying in the wind and rain. The two running across the corridor bridge felt like they were walking on a swaying suspension bridge.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

"Rustle, rustle…"

Despite being surrounded by violent wind and rain, the world seemed utterly silent except for these sounds. To Mao Feiyang, these sounds felt detached from the campus, like being in a hall with two different sound systems: one filled with the howling storm, the other with only quiet echoes.

He felt extremely unreal, even his footsteps felt hollow.

"Move, move, move! Don't worry about anything else, let's go wash that wound first!" Mu Daxian shouted in his ear, jolting him back to reality.

Just like Wei Liang had tried to awaken Lin Yi.

The two quickly reached the fourth floor of Teaching Building C. When Mao Feiyang arrived at the men's restroom and turned on the faucet to wash his hand, a sensation of cool warmth he had never experienced before slowly spread from the wound, gradually calming the turbulent energy within him and bringing him a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Mao Feiyang let out a long sigh of relief, while Mu Daxian vigilantly watched their surroundings.

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But then a problem arose. Mao Feiyang discovered that thread-like blood was continuously flowing from his wound, showing no sign of stopping.

He felt his hand growing colder and colder, and a corpse-like pallor began to appear beneath his skin.

"Daxian… I don't feel so good…" Mao Feiyang said weakly.

"There's nothing good or bad about it. Returning to the art classroom is the only option you have right now," Mu Daxian said sternly. "Don't—they're coming! Damn it… they're fast this time!"

"Let's go, Xiao Mao, change locations!" Mu Daxian said, taking the lead. This time, he didn't use the corridor bridge or the stairs. Instead, he turned at the end of the corridor, rushing from Class 12 of Group C towards Class 10 of Group C, and then back to Group 10 of Group B via the corridor bridge there…

According to Mu Daxian, this was a guerilla war. However, he and Mao Feiyang were only skirmishing, focusing on circling around the three teaching buildings, keeping the purebred Nightwalkers that were tracking their scent behind them at all times.

They needed to use this method to hold out until midnight, then return to the art building via the elevator on the first floor of the teaching building.

Mu Daxian was very familiar with this, and all the steps were carried out in an orderly manner. But on the other hand, Mao Feiyang was in a miserable state.

Clear water gradually failed to wash away the blood from his wound. As he began to run, blood seeped out of his pores and gathered on his cold arm. He ran while covering it with his other hand, but the blood loss made him appear increasingly weak.

While crossing the corridor bridge this time, Lin Yi looked down from above. His gaze penetrated the rain and thick fog, vaguely seeing the distorted and deformed walls of the teaching building.

In the heavy wind and rain, countless purebred Nightwalkers and pseudo-humans were climbing up the walls. They clung to the windowsills, their gazes passing through the blast-resistant glass to look at the darkened classrooms. One could only imagine the fanatical and perverted expressions on their faces.

Their bodies were soaked by the rain, and they seemed to be covered in a layer of hazy light. They pounded hard on the glass, but you have to believe in the quality of domestically produced blast-resistant glass, which has been single-handedly defending against these things since the school was built…

Mao Feiyang, who was about to reach the men's restroom next to Class 10 of Group B and turn on the faucet, was suddenly pulled back by Mu Daxian. "Damn it, this place is no good, let's go downstairs!"

"Huh?" Mao Feiyang was stunned, then seemed to realize something and looked up at the inside of the men's restroom.

In the dimly lit men's restroom, there was a mass of something that looked like mochi peeling off the wall… Needless to say, it was a purebred Nightwalker. In the flickering light, it was impossible to tell how many of them there were.

"This is a bit troublesome…" Mu Daxian frowned as he went downstairs. "There's still almost an hour left… The encirclement of these dirty things is closing in faster than usual."

"Probably because of His arrival…"

"The eyes of the pilgrims only see the light, even if moths willingly fly into the flame… Damn it, we're the only ones suffering." Mu Daxian spat.

Time passed bit by bit. Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang around the teaching building according to a certain movement pattern, tightly pulling the hatred of a wave of purebred Nightwalkers like a train king deep into a dragon's lair, or like Uncle Long in a furniture city, relying on the advantages of the terrain and his nimble movements to dangle them…

But the problem was that the number of purebred Nightwalkers in their wake was growing larger and larger.

Gradually, whether it was purebred Nightwalkers without bones and only a puddle of liquid, or pseudo-humans just beginning to take human form, they all mixed together, chasing after them like a mudslide…

"Daxian… if we get caught, are we done for?" Mao Feiyang glanced behind him while running. Basically, they were only separated from the purebred Nightwalkers by a corridor bridge plus half a flight of stairs, but the number and disgustingness of the opponents were enough to make anyone never forget it after just one look.

"Be confident, remove the 'are we'." Mu Daxian said.

Mao Feiyang's face was pale: "Daxian, I suddenly thought… we kind of feel like we've met a scumbag girl."

"Huh?"

"Imagine being chased by a bunch of walking corpses covered in minced meat," Mao Feiyang said. "No matter how fast you run, they're always behind you, keeping a close but distant relationship with you like a scumbag girl."

Mu Daxian was stunned for a moment: "You kid, you understand scumbag girls. What you said is a bit artistic…"

"Right!" Mao Feiyang was a little proud.

"But can your artistic flair not appear in inappropriate places, damn it!" Mu Daxian couldn't help but say, "If they catch up to you, get ready to feel the human flesh mudslide!"

Mao Feiyang quickly silenced himself. After running for a while with his heavy body, he asked again: "Daxian… how much longer do we have to run… I feel like I can't hold on anymore!"

"Don't give up easily. You said the same thing half an hour ago, didn't you still make it through?" Mu Daxian said bluntly.

Mao Feiyang: "…"

"What time is it now? How will we know when it's past midnight?"

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