Chapter 118 How Could I Believe Feng Mu's Lies?

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Drops of thick and foul-smelling black juice fell on the feet of Dark No. 2, forming a puddle of mud.

His shoulders and half of his chest felt like they had been slashed with a hot iron, leaving a huge gash.

The skin and flesh were gone, and a few ribs on the side were broken and chopped off, revealing the blood-stained heart that was still beating wildly inside, with some disgusting rotten juices still attached to it.

Feng Mu felt a chill in his heart, recalling the first time he met his senior brother. Maybe he was only one step away from turning into mud at that time?

As a friend, Feng Mu felt his scalp was numb, but after being afraid, he felt a sense of security.

He couldn't tell with his eyes what level of warrior the eldest brother was, but it was obvious that the eldest brother was extremely ferocious.

The [black face] that once made Feng Mu extremely fearful, could not survive a single turn in the hands of the senior brother, and turned into mud.

"[Ronggui Sect] is worth worshiping. I have one more high-level account that can guide me to download dungeons and level up. Well... there may be more than one." Feng Mu felt happy in his heart.

The most important thing is that [Ronggui Sect] is particularly keen on engaging in [team building] activities, and they are not picky about everyone. Even if they play "low-level dungeons" with themselves, all members are always happy to do so.

At this point, Feng Mu was still struggling with which prison to go to next, but now he has nothing to hesitate about.

Of course, Senior Brother's thick thighs must be put to use. As for the 087 Tactical Team... well, we can find a way to get them to join him in a prison.

"In this way, wouldn't we have the best of both worlds!" Feng Mu paddled the whole way, feeling very happy and even able to take a break in the middle to plan the next plan.

The delivery clerk's scalp was numb and his heart was broken.

The delivery man's throat was dry, his eyes almost bulged out of his disfigured face, and he was screaming in his heart: "The murderous intention is obvious, and the mind is disturbed and the body is disturbed. In the old martial arts era, it meant that the strength became powerful and the blood was fused. God, it’s time to refine the marrow.”

"According to new martial arts standards, Gao Xiao must be a seventh-grade master."

"There is such a corner in District 9 of the Lower City. Why is there such a character?"

The deliveryman was confused. He felt like he was playing a game. As soon as he went out, he ran into the boss in the low-level novice area and had an urge to curse.

Naturally, the real world does not have the hierarchical divisions in games. However, under the influence of complex real-life factors, major forces often restrain each other and follow similar unspoken rules.

Just like placing pieces on a chessboard, the closer the pieces are to the center, the more valuable they become, while the corners are often left untouched.

After all, no matter which force they belong to, seventh-grade masters are definitely among the top few, and they are extremely scarce combat resources.

Comparing it to the Ur Corpse Cult, the seventh-grade master is already the guardian of the sect. He usually only sits in the sect and lives in seclusion. Even if he occasionally takes action, he will only appear in the "advanced map" where there are many resources but high risks. .

For example, near the central city of the upper city, or in some high-risk hidden doors.

The Ninth District is the bottom district in the lower city. This remote and remote area is almost unprofitable. Who out of their wits would send this kind of combat power to waste here?

The deliveryman was thinking secretly, and couldn't help but feel palpitations in his heart. He suddenly thought:

"The fight for the Black Core is definitely not as simple as [Female]'s personal behavior. The Puppet Mother has even sent out her top minions. The Puppet Mother is taking an unusual path and is preparing to do a big job for the Evil Corpse Cult."

The delivery clerk was in despair. He admitted that although the contents of the email he had just sent were true, they had been edited and could not be called alarmist. They were exaggerated.

Who knows, this is the law of survival in the workplace, and the Evil Corpse Cult is not immune to it.

After all, if subordinates do not appropriately exaggerate the difficulties they encounter at work and the challenges they will face when reporting work to their "boss", how can they highlight their hard work and outstanding contributions and make reasonable demands to their bosses?

However, the situation at this moment forced the receiver to re-examine his judgment.

"In my email, I still underestimated the seriousness of the situation. The actual situation may be far beyond my expectation. It seems that the sect's reinforcements have not yet arrived, but I am going to die here today."

"No, the help from the church never came, and I didn't even have time to send the email."

The deliveryman's disfigured face changed with uncertainty, and a look of violence suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he took a step, twisted his feet, slid sideways, and appeared behind Dark No. 2.

Raising his hand, with his fingers together like a knife, he followed Li Bashan's cut ribs and stabbed Dark No. 2's heart. The whole movement was done in one go. Dark No. 2's mind was so fast that he couldn't even comprehend what his companion was doing.

While the deliveryman was hurting the killer, he shouted urgently: "I have given up the dark side and turned to the bright side. What you just said..."

Before he could even finish his words, the receiver's fingertips just touched his beating heart when he felt a warm liquid splash all over his cheek.

His breath suddenly choked, and a foreign object suddenly fell into his open mouth. The object got stuck in his throat, forcing half of his words to go back into his throat.

"Want to steal someone's head?"

At the critical moment, Li Bashan grabbed the head of Dark No. 2 first.

With a tooth-grinding cracking sound, the skull of Dark No. 2 seemed to be squeezed by a terrifying force and exploded like fragile tofu.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, staining the evil tiger mask red, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying.

Li Bashan glared at the receiver fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him.

The receiver quickly took two steps back and nervously coughed out a bloody eyeball with meat residue from his mouth.

Under the goat mask, Feng Mu gently covered his cheeks, silently sighing in his heart: "Big Brother is perfect in every aspect, except for the issue of food, he is really too picky."

He sighed, and said to the receiver who took the eyeball out of his throat, apologetically: "It's not that I don't want to spare your life, I gave you the chance, it's that you are useless."

The receiver silently wiped the blood off his eyeball with his sleeve, lowered his head and met the white eyeball, not knowing whether the eyeball was mocking himself for being blind or mocking him for being blind.

"Hey——"

The receiver laughed in anger, flicked his finger, bounced the eyeball back into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it into his stomach.

"I always laughed at him for being stupid, but I never thought that in the end, I was even more stupid than him, believing your lies."

Feng Mu scratched the goat's cheek, and said calmly and considerately: "Don't blame you, human nature is always greedy for life, and cultists are no exception, it's understandable."

The receiver gritted his teeth, shook his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said in a fierce voice: "No, that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm talking about is that you and all of you are not the minions of the puppet mother!!!"

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