467: Chapter 207 Ruckus_2 467: Chapter 207 Ruckus_2 After all that, Mu Daxian directly picked up the Pseudo-Human from the ground, identified Its position, and then charged straight towards It.
“Xiao Mao, keep up, quick!” he urged only once, not bothering to check if Mao Feiyang was following—because Ti waits for no one!
In his full-speed sprint, the gap between him and It rapidly closed, and just as he was about to enter Its Domain, he made a sudden stop and, like a javelin athlete, hurled the Pseudo-Human out.
“‘The decision is yours, charge, Mao Feiyang’!!!”
His goal was not to hurl the Pseudo-Human towards It, but just to send It into Its Domain.
The Pseudo-Human drew a perfect parabola in the night sky, just as lightning flashed, whitening the long sky, and the scene of nine Angel Sculptures pouncing on the Pseudo-Human was captured in an interspersed black and white quality, aesthetically dark, demonically lovely, bizarrely mysterious, like the reflection of angels from religious murals cast into the shadows of Hell, fallen creatures, chasing after a ritual belonging to the Devil.
Such a scene was deeply etched in Mao Feiyang’s heart, greatly shocking his young mind—so this was all there was to Mu Daxian’s showmanship!
This…
was simply incredible, wasn’t it?!
But what was even more incredible was yet to co—
“Damn, stop zoning out, co over here!” the urgency in Mu Daxian’s voice snapped Mao Feiyang out of his shocked stupor.
—Mu Daxian’s showmanship wasn’t over yet.
Mu Daxian ran to a dead end near the Teaching Building’s Corridor Bridge, then opened his sketchpad and took out several paintbrushes, biting them in his mouth, while he unscrewed the lids of several paint cans and set them on the ground.
He didn’t use a palette, but took up the paintbrushes and began smudging paint directly onto the blank sketchpad, looking like an unskilled painter as he daubed here and there, quickly making a complete ss of the paint across nearly the whole sketchpad.
Right after, he began frenziedly and carelessly mixing the lumps of paint on the sketchpad.
Even Mao Feiyang, a novice in painting, was astounded by Mu Daxian’s painting technique—Mu Daxian was treating the sketchpad both as a palette and as a canvas…
Madman, he’s simply a pure Art madman!
No one dares to paint like this!
Especially painting, which is so particular about the angles and changes of light and shadow, it’s absolutely not the kind of thing that tolerates mixing paints while painting, and besides, Mu Daxian only had one chance!
But as Mu Daxian continued painting, what was on the sketchpad began to take on a lifelike appearance.
He discovered that what Mu Daxian was painting was actually the dead end beside the Teaching Building’s Corridor Bridge that was right in front of them!
Mu Daxian’s painting belonged to a super-realistic style, yet Mao Feiyang realized that the dead end Mu Daxian painted seed different from what he had just seen.
He couldn’t tell what was different, yet sohow it just felt different.
So he shifted his gaze from the sketchpad to look at the dead end ahead…
“Huh?!!” Mao Feiyang’s mouth agape, he rubbed his eyes hard.
What did he see?!
The dead end in front of him was exactly the sa as what Mu Daxian had painted!
This was an extrely abstract expression; usually, when soone paints, we say, “it looks like what you’ve painted,” but now it’s the other way around, a complete reversal!
This dead end of the Teaching Building, it looks like what you, Mu Daxian, painted!
“Damn!
How can this be…?!” Mao Feiyang felt a chill, was there sothing wrong with his own perception?!
“Done, let’s go!” Mu Daxian packed up his sketchpad and called for Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang’s mind was in turmoil, and he could only follow Mu Daxian into the dead end in a daze.
A magical yet eerie scene unfolded as Mu Daxian, who was walking ahead, slamd into the wall at the dead end of the alley and then, just like Harry Potter entering platform nine and three-quarters, he drilled right through it.
Mao Feiyang unconsciously froze in front of the wall.
But suddenly, Mu Daxian’s hand erged from the wall, grabbed Mao Feiyang by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him into it.
As he traversed the wall, all he could rember was a sensation like cool water passing through his body, and when he ca to his senses, he realised he was still in the dead-end alley, but the spot he was now in seed to be the real end of the alley.
“Just now, what was…
what happened?” Mao Feiyang’s head was buzzing; ever since Mu Daxian ntioned doing sothing showy, Mao Feiyang had been unable to comprehend his actions.
He not only couldn’t understand what he was doing, but was also clueless about what he had done, what he intended to do, and ultimately, what he had achieved.
It wasn’t until this mont that Mu Daxian finally collapsed onto the ground with a thud, then propped himself up with his right hand on his knee and began to pant heavily.
After catching his breath for three or four breaths, Mu Daxian seed to find it unsatisfying, so he simply leaned back, sprawled out like an old tortoise, and laid on the ground in the shape of a “big character.”
“Hahaha…” He laughed softly, spitting out the several paintbrushes he had in his mouth to the side.
“Xiao Mao, we’re temporarily safe!”
Mao Feiyang, observing Mu Daxian’s unseemly posture, suddenly noticed sothing about the latter’s left hand…
Mu Daxian’s left hand had an extrely odd bluish-gray complexion, like stone, and there was so sticky substance on his arm, as if he had gotten mucus on himself when plunging into the stomach of a Pseudo-Human…
Despite this, Mu Daxian’s arm could still move freely, but if one looked closely at his palm, they would notice that it was utterly black, as if it was about to be burned through…
Seeing Mao Feiyang stupefied, Mu Daxian didn’t concern himself at first; after relieving so of his tiredness, he slowly asked, “By the way, what were you saying just now?
Xiao Mao?
Xiao Mao?
Xiao…”
“Uh—” Mao Feiyang was awakened, and without addressing the “just now” topic, he began to stare at Mu Daxian’s arm with a mix of concern and hesitation.
“Great Immortal…
your, your hand?”
Mu Daxian glanced at his hand, made a fake grab at the air, and said with a bitter smile, “Just sustained a severe injury, a minor issue.”
“This…
this is a minor issue?”
“As long as one is alive, nothing is a big issue.”
Mao Feiyang felt inspired by Mu Daxian’s spirit and for a mont didn’t know what else to say, simply staring speechlessly at Mu Daxian’s left hand.
Mu Daxian felt quite uncomfortable under Mao Feiyang’s gaze.
The scene from A Chinese Odyssey where Uncle Da, played by the Second-in-Command, says to Master Xing, played by the Big Boss, “Cut it off, it’s all charred,” flashed through his mind…
He too wanted to say that it was a bit brittle, but still usable.
But when he looked again at Mao Feiyang’s damned appearance, Mu Daxian could only think of one thing to say—where the hell is my drawing board?!
“That I only ended up like this after blowing up a streetlight is already freaking aweso, okay.” Mu Daxian eventually didn’t pick up his drawing board because he was still too exhausted, his whole body ached and tingled as if it was about to fall apart, and the ntal drain was also imnse, so he could only manage a simple conversation with Mao Feiyang.
“Forget it, you won’t understand if I explain it now.
You’ll see in ti how aweso your Brother Xian is.”
“No need to wait, I think you’re aweso right now.
You’re practically Superman!”
“Being Superman is tiring.
I want to turn over, draw three cards, and then skip a turn.” Mu Daxian, tired, stuck out his tongue, indicating that he truly wanted to flip over and then sleep right there through the night.
“Brother Xian, don’t be like that.
Aren’t we going back to the Art Building?” Mao Feiyang sat next to Mu Daxian and asked.
“Going back to the Art Building?!” Mu Daxian widened his eyes.
“Wake up, Xiao Mao; the outside is full of Angel Sculptures!”
“Ah…
oh oh oh, you’re right.” Mao Feiyang nodded, thinking to himself, one elevator with four Angel Sculptures, that kind of setup would really make even Jesus want to stay overnight before leaving.
But if we don’t leave today…
do we really have to spend the night in the Teaching Building?
More precisely, spend the night here?
So, we’re really just going to turn over, draw three cards, and then skip a turn?
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