Rules-related weird stories: 4016

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting. He could tell he'd been glanced at, but not clearly seen…

Mu Daxian's heart pounded. He observed the remaining body of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang while sensing the rhythmic movement of the elevator, focusing his mind, holding his breath, and clenching his fists, feeling like he was escaping from a crematorium…

If the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang died prematurely, the Grinning Angels would discover them.

Once that happened, the elevator would be no different from a crematorium with its last door sealed.

The Grinning Angels wandered through the elevator, and the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang gradually fell silent…

“Brother Xian… I… I’m so tired… I feel like… I feel like I’m about to fall asleep…” The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's head drooped, his eyelids heavy, as he spoke weakly.

Mu Daxian glanced at him, noticing that his entire head was almost petrified, though he himself was unaware.

The Grinning Angels greedily sucked the extraordinary power from his body. That power uncontrollably evaporated from his body like mist, immediately condensing into pure white dust particles that crossed dimensions and entered the Grinning Angels' nostrils.

The Grinning Angels closed their eyes, their eyebrows slightly relaxed, their faces filled with a bizarre yet extremely enjoyable expression.

Mu Daxian quickly reached out and quietly felt Mao Feiyang's body, confirming that it was still quite sturdy. Although there was a tendency for it to petrify, it was still within the realm of flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, the head was far less sturdy than the body. The Grinning Angel, staring at the head and constantly sucking its extraordinary power, had an unnatural expression on its chilling face. To describe it, it was like an old bartender savoring a bowl of fine wine, only to feel like he'd drunk fake alcohol…

The Grinning Angel seemed to sense something. Its already hideous expression became even more terrifying.

Just then, Mu Daxian finally found his opportunity to act.

“Don’t sleep, don’t sleep! Let me wake you up!” Mu Daxian said, squatting down and patting his face, like a good friend helping to refresh him.

But as he patted, a part of the head shattered with a "crack."

The face was still relatively intact, but the back of the head shattered like dried mud, unable to bear the weight.

“Not good!” This scene not only nearly scared Mao Feiyang, who was secretly paying attention to the situation, out of his wits, but also made Lin Yi hold his breath, afraid to exhale easily.

But Mu Daxian seemed to have calculated all of this. He slightly turned his body, supporting the cloth bag with one hand, and a light bulb emitting an orange-yellow light rolled over.

He scooped up some broken stones, mixed them with the light bulb, and, like a craftsman making clay figures, pressed them all behind the pseudo-human's intact face.

Then, in one breath, he covered the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's eyes with one hand and hugged him like a watermelon, reattaching his head to his body.

It's unknown what method he used, but the glued head didn't fall apart. It stubbornly "grew" back onto the neck, except that because it was a light bulb, the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's new head was like a miniature sun, flashing and dazzling.

Lin Yi was stunned by this operation. He looked at the new version of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's back of the head, and his mind couldn't immediately process that a light bulb had been integrated there!

“It’s cognitive rewriting! He added ‘cognitive rewriting’!” Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood.

“Feeling… better now?” Mu Daxian asked softly, his voice once again filled with a magnetic charm, containing a special magic, like hypnosis.

“Much better…” The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang wanted to nod again, but Mu Daxian held him down this time.

“That’s good.” Mu Daxian slowly released his hand, quietly wiping away the fine sweat on his forehead.

Next, the elevator continued to run smoothly for another ten seconds, but the good times didn't last long. The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's body gradually began to have problems.

Under the repeated sucking of the six Grinning Angels, all the extraordinary power in the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's body was finally exhausted…

It gradually petrified…

And this time, it wasn't just the head, but the entire body!

“The situation is a bit worse than I expected…” Mu Daxian gritted his teeth, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

“Little Mao, how do you feel? Can you still hold on?” he asked softly.

The pseudo-human Mao Feiyang didn't speak.

Mu Daxian gently patted him, trying to wake him up again.

As soon as his hand was placed on him, one of the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang's arms fell off from his sleeve.

With a "plop," the arm, which had already turned into a plaster-like substance, shattered in the elevator.

In the next moment, the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang shattered like a mud block, and pure white dust particles instantly filled the entire elevator…

Having lost the pseudo-human Mao Feiyang, the Grinning Angels gradually stopped their actions, then slowly lowered their heads, folded their wings, and retreated into the corner.

They began to cover their faces with their hands and adopted a wall-facing posture.

“?” Mao Feiyang was stunned for a moment.

The Grinning Angels… didn't seem to have noticed him?

Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he felt a warm aura enveloping him.

He quietly lifted some of his hood, looking up in the direction of the warmth.

He saw Mu Daxian with his arms slightly outstretched, each hand holding a light bulb.

The warm feeling came from the light bulbs!

Mu Daxian chanted something, as if reciting some ancient poem. This magical rhythm seemed to be able to soothe the Grinning Angels, making them intoxicated.

But Mu Daxian didn't seem to be doing well. His complexion paled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if maintaining this state was a great burden for him.

“Brother Xian, he…?!"

Mao Feiyang stared blankly at this scene.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Mu Daxian's voice in his ear: “Idiot, don't look. Did you really think I'd let you solo the angels?”

Mao Feiyang was struck by lightning upon hearing this. His heart was stunned again and again, and then he understood that this was indeed Mu Daxian talking to himself, but while talking, he still had to pretend to be muttering to himself!

《So awesome, next time you come to solo the angels?》

Mu Daxian's teasing voice still echoed in his ears, but at this moment he realized that men could be so two-faced.

You lied to me saying you would let me solo the angels, but you just went up without saying a word?

Mao Feiyang's heart soured, and he suddenly understood why Mu Daxian had the mentality of wanting to promise himself to the rescuer if Lao Mo had been a woman when Lao Mo descended from the sky to save Mu Daxian.

In this situation, if he were a woman, he would have the same idea of promising himself.

The torch is passed on, life is endless.

Perhaps it was because someone had held an umbrella for him in the rain that he was now willing to hold an umbrella for others.

Mao Feiyang was moved beyond words, his eyes slightly moist.

But this situation still didn't last long. The two light bulbs flickered and dimmed rapidly…

Before the light bulbs completely went out, Mu Daxian took out the last light bulb, forcibly continuing this final wave of radiance.

However, the brightness of one light bulb was not enough after all, and the light in the elevator clearly dimmed a bit.

At this moment, Lin Yi clearly noticed a chilling coldness eroding his flesh, and he could also clearly feel Mao Zi's complex emotions mixed with tension and fear.

But he couldn't do anything to change anything.

Lin Yi knew very well that this was his dream, and no matter what happened, he could only be an observer.

And as an observer, the only thing he could do was to obtain as many clues and information as possible in order to broaden his own cognitive field.

So he carefully observed everything around him, only in this way could he extract enough "value" from here.

Gradually, he noticed that the layer of hazy light mist floating on the Grinning Angels seemed to have something special about it.

He found that the cold and malicious intent in the light mist scattered out like dust, as if projecting particles of thought from some incomprehensible higher dimension into the three-dimensional world, constantly dissipating with the Grinning Angels' unique "breathing."

This ash-like substance was immediately evaporated by the lights in the elevator when it first appeared, but when the elevator lights flickered, only the light from the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand could dispel them.

And each neutralization dimmed the light of the bulb.

【The sun has long gone out, how long can the afterglow still illuminate them? The gray mist has arrived, you shall all die.】

Lin Yi recalled what the pseudo-art teacher had said to Mu Daxian in the art building.

When the light goes out, the whole world will be shrouded in the ashes of angels!

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Could this be the essence of the gray mist invasion?!

Lin Yi's pupils narrowed slightly—"Could the 'He' that Mu Daxian spoke of, the one who could tear paper, be the ultimate 'Angel'…"

"Could it be the being called 'God' in European mythology…"

"The Great Flood, volcanoes, natural disasters, meteorites… world-destroying disasters… could this be how people in ancient times 'perceived' the 'tearing of paper'?"

"Because that method cannot be recognized, the expressive form it brings becomes the only way for people to 'perceive' it!"

"That's why only the priests and shamans of those races pass these things down orally—because the 'truth' cannot be 'recognized' by the world, so only high-spirited individuals with absolutely broad cognitive domains can faintly touch this forbidden realm?"

In an instant, Lin Yi's mind exploded, and ancient doomsday scenes seemed to appear in his mind. The creators and recorders of ancient civilizations helplessly watched the collapse of the world, recording the last symbols…

At the same time, the sound of the train passing through the tunnel, "clack, clack, clack," echoed in his ears once again, and his vision began to skip like a jammed tape.

Dark shadows seemed to spread behind him, and ancient proverbs, with extremely magical and eerie rhythms, lightly brushed his cheeks like ribbons blown by the wind, swirling and echoing in his ears…

【…fanTome…】

【fan…Tome… fRa… for…RidEn…】

【fanTome fRa forRidEn…】

The abyss expanded behind him, and the gray mist, like solidified, endless tentacles, tried to bind him and drag him into the abyss!

This indescribable fear made Lin Yi's body tremble slightly uncontrollably. He knew he was on the right track… he was right again!

So, he shattered his thoughts and stabilized the skipping perspective when the abyss was about to swallow him, returning himself to the elevator.

He knew he was in a dream, so he was fearless, putting a buff on himself innately.

He knew that compared to him in the dream, the crises faced by Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were real life-and-death crises.

At this moment, he focused his attention on the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand.

He had seen discarded and失效 light bulbs, and he had also seen light bulbs in lampshades, but he had never seen a light bulb without a lampshade that was still glowing.

Lin Yi looked at the light bulb in Mu Daxian's hand and was surprised to find that the light bulb… was actually pulsating!

A pulsation like the expansion and contraction of a heart!

"Gurgle… gurgle… gurgle…"

The amplitude of the light bulb's pulsation was very small, so it was actually invisible if you didn't look carefully, especially when it bloomed with bright light. Looking directly at it with the naked eye would only cause bursts of pain.

Now, as the light of the bulb faded, this amplitude could be observed by Lin Yi.

Suddenly, Lin Yi saw a strange pattern "swimming" in the concentric circles of the light bulb. The pattern was like a trapped moth, desperately scurrying inside the spherical light bulb. Each collision of the light bulb would stir up a wave!

Its speed was extremely fast, so the collision with the inner wall of the light bulb also happened extremely quickly. The ultra-high frequency collision released even higher frequency "waves", and the continuous "waves" formed the light observed by the naked eye.

"This…?!" Lin Yi was shocked by what he had observed. "Could this be the secret of the light bulb's illumination? So, street lamps don't need a 'power supply system' at all. The energy of the light bulb all comes from itself!"

"But… what is this 'moth' in the light bulb?"

Lin Yi tried to observe again, but the light quickly dimmed.

Before long, the last light bulb also began to flicker, and then the moth seemed to take its last breath and went out with a pop.

"I'm really screwed… this is 'magic draining'. Which light bulb can withstand this rate of absorption?" Mu Daxian squeezed out a low growl between his teeth, and crimson-golden light floated in his bloodshot eyes, his tone extremely difficult.

The elevator, having lost the light of the bulbs, suddenly became like a dilapidated temple in the desolate mountains, welcoming the rain and entering the night. The flashing elevator lights were like the lightning that flashed from time to time in the sky, and the damp mist spewing from the bodies of the grinning angels was like the wind and rain beating on the windows of the dilapidated temple, spreading into the temple…

As the gray mist spread, the closed and limited space of the elevator was like a leaky diving bell, and Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were like two divers trapped in it, gradually feeling the fear of being swallowed by the mist.

When the damp gray mist fell on Mao Feiyang's body, Lin Yi also seemed to empathize with the scalp-numbing pure malice.

What was even more terrifying was that he found that with the erosion of the gray mist, Mao Feiyang's body, like when he absorbed white powder particles in the art building, began to absorb the power of the gray mist indiscriminately.

With the erosion of the gray mist, Mao Feiyang's肌体 began to show an unnatural bluish-gray texture, like the mottled traces that appear on the surface of sculptures that have weathered the ages.

He quickly looked at Mu Daxian again, but found that Mu Daxian's situation was not much better. The two people in the elevator both showed some signs of petrification…

Even Mu Daxian, who was known as a transcendent art student, could only be suppressed by the aura of the grinning angels under the constraints of limited space!

Gradually, with bursts of flashing lights, Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang both absorbed enough gray mist, and the grinning angels, who had been covering their faces and facing the corners of the elevator, finally captured Mao Feiyang's aura…

The four grinning angels scattered in the corners and the two grinning angels standing at the elevator entrance all slowly turned their bodies like puppets at this moment. Their stone-bead-like eyes also rolled, slowly placing their gazes on Mao Feiyang's body…

At this moment, Mao Feiyang felt a chill all over his body, as if he had been thrown into a large ice bucket filled with cold water.

【…lyset…】

【lyset…】

A low, hoarse voice filled with strange rhythms began to echo in the elevator, like distant songs drifting in the wind.

The grinning angels slowly approached Mao Feiyang, and although some noticed Mu Daxian, they still did not regard him as the primary target.

"Damn…" Mu Daxian cursed angrily. He should have been overjoyed, but he was not happy at all. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, reached his hand to the drawing board, and with force, cut his own hand!

"Tsk! Damn it, it still hurts a bit!"

His hand was cut, and blood began to flow from the wound.

The grinning angels, who had already set their sights on Mao Feiyang, seemed to smell an even more delicious aura, and a look of joy and greed immediately appeared on their hideous faces.

The grinning angels began to circle around Mu Daxian…

Mao Feiyang, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly felt the pressure lessen sharply. He raised his head in confusion and found that the six grinning angels were now biting Mu Daxian's arm like leeches, frantically sucking the transcendent power in Mu Daxian's body, as if they were going to drain all his blood…

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