462: Chapter 205: Survival Rate is Almost Zero 462: Chapter 205: Survival Rate is Almost Zero Just as the doors to the elevator were about to close, Mu Daxian extended his hand.
Sensing there was an obstruction, the elevator doors imdiately bounced back open.
Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang’s hand and dragged him out of the elevator.
At this mont, Mao Feiyang had been so shocked by the Angel Sculpture that he was stupefied, but luckily, Mu Daxian pulled him out just in ti.
“Great, Great Immortal…
the elevator…” Mao Feiyang, having recovered his wits, stuttered, his tongue twisting in his mouth, unable to clearly articulate a single word.
“We’re fucked, this ti I can fucking see it too!” Mu Daxian swore loudly.
A chill ran down Mao Feiyang’s spine; if Mu Daxian said it was okay, it was okay, but if he said we’re fucked, then it probably really was fucked…
Looks like we’re in for it this ti…
As if frightened by the Angel Sculpture, Mao Feiyang once again felt a sting in his cold, numb arm.
When he looked down, he saw that the wound had torn open a bit more.
Originally a vertical tear, it was like an eye had opened on his arm, and now it had been forced open horizontally a bit more, almost as if a real eyeball was about to pop out of his flesh…
Blood, the color of crimson, oozed from the wound, forming so sort of eerie pattern and symbol, causing him to feel a dull pain.
Mu Daxian noticed the problem, glanced at Mao Feiyang’s arm, and couldn’t hold back from cursing: “Fuck!
A ‘Judgent Mark’?!
Goddammit!
Goddammit!
Goddammit…”
Mu Daxian spewed out curse after curse as if he was trying to say all the swear words he hadn’t said in his whole life at once.
“I was wondering why, when we were together, we hadn’t even caught Its attention, yet sohow we caught the attention of a lower Angel Sculpture.
I didn’t realize it was because of this thing!”
“It definitely passed by that street light, and then you fell there and got contaminated with the Breath It left behind!”
“Fuck, I knew there was sothing weird about that street light!”
“Looks like the Cafeteria is also bad news!”
Transforming into a great detective, Mu Daxian connected all the clues and quickly pieced together a version of the truth that was approaching accuracy.
“You were supposed to be fine, but you accidentally got injured!
Blood is the easiest substance to absorb Supernatural Traits, so you got contaminated!”
“Even though it’s just a wisp of the Breath It left behind, we have to consider the hierarchy there!”
“So they ca chasing after us!”
“They pursue Its figure, but they’re afraid of desecrating It, so they see you, this ‘thing’ contaminated with Its Breath, and they are delighted with the prospect of the hunt…”
“What do they want to do…
Drain my blood?” Mao Feiyang trembled with fear, “I thought we were dealing with Angel Sculptures, how co they’re acting like vampires?”
Seeing Mu Daxian’s face grow somber, Mao Feiyang felt guilty and on the verge of tears, “Great Immortal, I…
I didn’t an to slip and get hurt…”
“Don’t bla yourself, I’m not blaming you at all.” Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder.
“If it cos down to it, just run away, and I’ll lead them off by myself,” Mao Feiyang gritted his teeth and suggested.
“Damn, what the hell are you talking about?!” Mu Daxian quickly reassured him, “Do you really think I, Mu Daxian, am that type of person?”
“Even though I often say ‘abandon you and save myself,’ you know I’m just scaring you…
Besides, it was who took you down that path in the first place.”
“Thank…
Thank you…” Mao Feiyang sincerely thanked him, but suddenly a burst of scoundrel energy surged out, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, “You can’t possibly see the Angel Sculptures now which ans you’ve been ‘marked’ too, so even if I really sacrifice myself, it won’t make a difference, right?”
The corners of Mu Daxian’s mouth twitched violently: “Why the hell are you speaking such blunt truths?”
Witnessing the previously perfect brotherly atmosphere of not abandoning or giving up getting ssed up by his own doing, Mao Feiyang quickly shrunk his neck and stayed silent.
Lin Yi on the side also watched with an embarrassed sweat, but he knew Mao Feiyang well.
This guy…
just had a fucking slippery tongue.
And his slips of the tongue were no ordinary matter; often creating awkward situations, so doggone cheap that he ranked second on Wei Shan’s “This Bastard Must Be Executed” list.
“Let’s go, take a different elevator!” Mu Daxian dragged Mao Feiyang as they sprinted together.
He increased the pace, and the strength of his pull made Mao Feiyang frown, feeling like his arm was about to be ripped off.
At this ti, fog had already poured into the Teaching Building, and the hallways were filled with a murky Breath.
Suddenly, thunder tore through the night sky, and the entire world flickered into a desolate white scene, casting the fragnted and disjointed shadows of the Angel Sculpture on the walls…
Soon, the two reached the elevator on the other end of Building A on the first floor and decisively pressed the elevator button.
“Great Immortal, should we throw away the Student Souvenir Coin?” Mao Feiyang asked while waiting for the elevator.
“Don’t throw it away, it’s not ti yet!” Mu Daxian said through gritted teeth, “Wait until I confirm sothing first!”
“I’ve always found it strange, even if the Angel Sculptures were to attack a person, they should target , not you.
I even thought it was my problem when I was at the stairs.”
“It wasn’t until just now that I realized the reason!”
“If it were , the problem would be easy to deal with, but their target turns out to be you!”
“Aren’t you also a target now?” Mao Feiyang weakly interjected.
“I wouldn’t have been originally.” Mu Daxian said impatiently, without dwelling on the topic, as it would affect morale to discuss it further.
“I…
I feel so weak, much more than before.” Mao Feiyang’s complexion turned pale.
“It’s normal to feel weak when your Supernatural Power is being consud, don’t be afraid.” Mu Daxian comforted him more than once.
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