505: 226 505: 226 What’s eerie is that after the Pseudo-Human Art Student’s arm was detached, the cross-section of its shoulder visibly displayed bones, the pattern of muscles, and soon oozing blood droplets.
Yet, as soon as those droplets ca into contact with the Mist in the air, they rapidly petrified, turning into a pure white, crystalline substance, like a shell.
“Mu Daxian, what the hell are you doing?” the humiliated Pseudo-Human Art Student cried out.
It struggled to move its body, but couldn’t break free at all.
“Just discussing so business with you,” Mu Daxian said with a smile, “Don’t rush, let finish my work here, and then we’ll talk slowly.”
As he spoke, Mu Daxian removed one of its legs.
Having completed this step, he proceeded to remove an arm and a leg from another Pseudo-Human Art Student.
Arms and legs removed, Mu Daxian tossed them aside carelessly; within the Domain he had set up, the two Pseudo-Human Art Students didn’t stand a chance to resist, perfectly embodying the saying “like fish on the chopping board.”
“Just kill if you’re going to kill , don’t torture us like this!” one of the Pseudo-Human Art Students couldn’t endure the humiliation, struggling to rise from the ground, and with one leg hopping tried to launch itself at Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian grabbed its leg and used it as a club, toppling it to the ground.
“Hey, hey, hey, that’s my leg, be careful with it!” another sowhat timid Pseudo-Human Art Student quickly cried out, watching a chunk fly off its foot, its face full of anguish.
“Yo, looks like we have sothing to chat about,” Mu Daxian said cheerily to this cowering Pseudo-Human Art Student, “I wanted to ask for a favor from you guys, actually.”
“A favor?
That is hardly the attitude you ought to have!” shouted the Pseudo-Human Art Student on the side.
Mu Daxian frowned and went over to remove its other hand and leg, then pressed its face into a pile of dried leaves.
“Noisy.”
Still not satisfied, he stomped on it twice more before contentedly approaching the timid Pseudo-Human Art Student.
A man’s reputation precedes him like the shadow of a tree.
The Pseudo-Human Art Student was originally not bold enough to confront Mu Daxian, and now, overwheld by Mu Daxian’s imposing presence, it trembled violently: “What…
what do you want to do…”
Mu Daxian didn’t beat around the bush.
He reached into his satchel, took out four petrified light bulbs, and tossed them in front of it.
“This… could it be…?” The Pseudo-Human Art Student’s complexion changed.
“Correct, they are light bulbs,” Mu Daxian said, “The light bulbs have run out of power.
I’d like you to do a favor and recharge them for .”
“How…
how could I know how to do that?” The Pseudo-Human Art Student looked distressed.
“Oh, you don’t know how?” Mu Daxian reached for its other arm.
“Ah, I know, I know, I do know!”
“That’s better!”
“But even if I can recharge them, it will take ti, and these four light bulbs…
they require quite a bit of resources…” it said with tears in its eyes, gazing at the arm already detached by Mu Daxian, feeling as if there had never been a darker day in its Art life.
“I already said I could do it,” it felt like crying.
“Oh well…
I just…
couldn’t restrain myself!” Mu Daxian smacked his lips.
“However…
even if we’re going to charge them, it needs Ti, and your four light bulbs…
they need quite a lot of resources…”
“Would I have co to find you otherwise?” Mu Daxian said unapologetically, “Don’t think I don’t know, you’ve got so Netherworld stuff going on deep in those secret woods you’re hiding in.
Take the light bulbs, siphon off a bit of energy secretly, and that should be enough to recharge them.”
The Pseudo-Human Art Student’s complexion shifted again: “How do you know…
are you bluffing ?!”
“Bluff your sister!” Mu Daxian picked up its arm and gave it a couple of whacks, “Do I need to bluff?
Just say if you’re going to do it or not!”
“I…”
“After all, consuming a bit of your own resources doesn’t really count as stealing, does it?” Mu Daxian’s tone suddenly softened, as if it carried an enchanting Magic Power.
“This…”
“Besides, you’re a non-renewable resource, what’s more important than your little lives?”
“emmm…”
“Besides, what are these resources to you?
Just four light bulbs, right?”
“Fine, I’ll do it!” The Pseudo-Human Art Student gritted its teeth, succumbing to Mu Daxian’s vile might.
“Dammit, you actually got convinced by his few words!
You’re a disgrace to us Zealots!!”
The buried Pseudo-Human Art Student struggled fiercely, finally pulling itself out from the pile of withered leaves and soil, then looked at Mu Daxian, shouting angrily, “I can do this too!
My resolve is even stronger!!”
…Mao Feiyang’s mouth twitched violently, thinking that this way of speaking in the first tone while submitting was indeed an eye-opener.
Mu Daxian remained unperturbed, glancing over them with amusent, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, said, “But for such a small task, it seems I don’t need two people.”
“You…?!”
“Hey!
I have an idea!” Mu Daxian snapped his fingers.
The next mont, he disassembled the two Pseudo-Human Art Students into “parts” all over the ground and then busily assembled them on his own, ultimately using the parts of two Pseudo-Humans to assemble a two-headed Pseudo-Human and the remaining pile of limbs.
After he had finished, Mu Daxian examined his “masterpiece,” clapped his hands in satisfaction, and narcissistically said, “Unsaid things aside, if Teacher saw my masterpiece, he wouldn’t give a zero for ‘Sculpture Transportation and Assembly’…
I haven’t wasted a single part!”
This two-headed Pseudo-Human, now looking at Mu Daxian, the lunatic, and the “unwasted ‘parts'” on the ground with a face full of terror, trembled as it held the four streetlights, not daring to utter a word.
Mu Daxian casually glanced at them, “Why are you still standing around?
If you don’t make it back before the streetlights in the campus light up, I’ll throw out these parts of yours.”
“After nightfall, the Pseudo-Human Sculptures scattered all over the hills will definitely take an interest in your little parts.”
He revealed a cruel smile, and the way he stood with his arms crossed in the eyes of the Pseudo-Human Art Students made him look like a great devil playing with all sentient beings.
The Pseudo-Human Art Student ran off with the streetlights, scared out of its wits.
Watching its retreat, Mu Daxian sneered, arranged the parts together, and sat down on them as if they were a bench.
It was only then that Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian was sowhat “back to normal”…
Just now, he really resembled a limb-chopping maniac…
“Brother Xian…?” Mao Feiyang tentatively probed.
“What’s up?
You’re acting all ek, not like you at all,” Mu Daxian laughed, patting the spot next to him, “Co take a rest.”
“Oh.” Mao Feiyang moved over and obediently sat down, placing his hands respectfully on his knees, as docile as a bride-to-be.
“What’s with you?” Mu Daxian couldn’t help but pat him, startling Mao Feiyang into jumping three feet high, almost kowtowing to Mu Daxian, “No, please don’t disassemble , Brother Xian!”
Mu Daxian: “…”
“Get over here.”
“Aye, all right!”
“…”
“I still prefer you when you’re shalessly cheeky…
could you go back to that?”
Mao Feiyang coughed dryly, took a deep breath, and then said, “Uh…
okay, actually Brother Xian, I’m a bit confused.”
Seeing Mao Feiyang had indeed “switched” back, Mu Daxian nodded, “Go on.”
“Brother Xian, aren’t you afraid they’ll run off with the streetlights?”
“Not afraid, if they run off, I’ll feed their parts to the Pseudo-Human Sculptures and activate the backup plan.”
“Brother Xian, your backup plan wouldn’t happen to be…
manually blowing up the streetlights?”
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