Chapter 22 Sickness, Darkening
Feng Mu's pupils shrank, his head turned to the side, and he raised his right hand.
Zhang Tong spread his fists and turned into claws, put his arms in front of him, and clasped Feng Mu's head with five dark fingers.
“What a fast movement, what a cruel move.”
Feng Mu’s heart skipped a beat, and the right hand that was poking at Zhang Tong’s neck immediately changed its direction, blocking his side ear with his wrist.
He didn't dare to fight for speed. He didn't have the certainty of life and death in the blink of an eye, so he could only retreat and defend.
As everyone knows, retreating step by step, warriors fight with martial arts, and even more desperately. If a wrong step is taken and the opportunity is lost, it may be a chasm between life and death.
“Hey!”
Zhang Tong’s pupils lit up and he clawed angrily, his vicious nails digging into the flesh like tofu, grabbing the bones inside.
The muscles of the wrist were torn apart, the entire palm was paralyzed for a moment, and the dagger was unable to fall off.
"That's all you can do?"
Zhang Tong was furious and used a claw to find out the depth of the person who came. He was really weak beyond his expectation.
It's not that he is weak. After all, he shaved off his own scalp with a knife. Although he took advantage of the sneak attack, his strength is not small. However, the changes of moves are stiff and mistakes are frequent. The fighting experience is laughable.
Zhang Tong clenched the five fingers of his right hand tightly, and the muscles in his arms were bulging, as if he wanted to pull the flesh out of Feng Mu's bones.
“Who gave you the courage to lock the door, for fear that you would have nowhere to escape?”
Zhang Tong smiled evilly, holding the dagger in mid-air with his left hand behind his back. The tip of the knife was like a snake spit out by a poisonous snake, piercing Feng Mu's heart.
“The essence of martial arts fighting seems to be that the strong fights the weak, the fast fights the slow, but in fact, it is the evil fighting the evil. When two people fight against each other, the one who survives may not be the stronger or faster, but often the one who survives is stronger or faster. It’s the one who is more evil.”
“He is evil, but you are even more evil. If he is crazy and you are even crazier, you can beat him to death and you can live!”
In the martial arts class, the instructor’s vicious roar was re-entered into Feng Mu’s mind at this moment, which he didn’t quite understand at the time! I mean, at this moment, I am breathing my own blood and breathing the death breath in the air.
Feng Mu suddenly understood, and then he felt strong heart palpitations
His heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and it stopped beating for half a beat. Feng Mu realized the fatal mistake he had made.
I shouldn't have avoided that step. It seemed like it was only one step, but in fact, I stepped on the edge of the cliff with one step. Someone grabbed my wrist and grabbed me. I could only step on the edge of the cliff and be beaten passively.
“Until I am beaten to death, am I going to be beaten to death?”
Between life and death, a great terror envelopes all the cells in his body. Feng Mu’s tongue is hard, his Adam’s apple is stiff, and his breathing is suffocated. He stood there, his black pupils covered with bloodshot eyes.
A deathly silence fell in his ears, and the world was silenced at this moment, leaving only the majestic beating of his heart. The surging blood pressure made Feng Mu's eye sockets hideous and burst with bloodshot eyes.
On the retina, the dim icon that had been pretending to be dead flashed golden light.
[Crazy Blood] In response to the stimulation of blood loss.
[Crazy Blood]: When I lose blood, I will strengthen in all directions.
"My wrist is spurting blood, I'm so scared, I don't want to die!!!"
Feng Mu's eyes were covered with blood, and stimulated by the blood loss, Reason and cowardice turned into madness, and he let out his first vicious roar after entering the house.
Angry, bloodthirsty, choosing people to eat.
Chi!
There was a harsh sound like a piece of cloth being torn abruptly, and the five fingers clasped on Feng Mu's wrist were torn off in response.
Three fingers were still stuck to it, and two fell to the ground. They were bloody and shocking.
Zhang Tong didn't even feel pain. He looked at the jagged severed finger in horror. The rotten flesh and nerves at the edges were all scratched.
"I didn't hold his wrist, but he grabbed my hand?"
Zhang Tong was shocked by Feng Mu's strength, but there was no room for hesitation at the time of life and death, and the ferociousness in his whole body was filled with determination. When it exploded, he advanced instead of retreating. He used all his strength to grab the knife and stab it.
"Death!"
"Death!"
Two violent roars overlapped and turned into a strange friction sound. The knife pierced the tight muscles, penetrated the ribs, and suddenly got stuck in the middle, sliding and cutting out a string of friction sparks.
The bones and the blade collided hard, and the already deformed handle was overwhelmed and broke.
The evil energy in Zhang Tong's chest was the same as the handle of the knife, which was broken. He let go of his hand and let the handle fall to the ground. A pair of eyes were fixed on the small half of the blade inserted in the latter's chest.
Staggering, Feng Mu gently pulled it out and stabbed it back into Zhang Tong's throat.
Black blood gushed out from Zhang Tong's mouth. He stared at the metallic ribs on Feng Mu's chest, as if he wanted to ask something, but only a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat.
Zhang Tong covered his neck with his hands, fell to the ground on his back, and lined up with Ma Wei's lying "corpse" next to him.
After the death threat was removed, the color in Feng Mu's eyes faded a bit, but the surging heartbeat still kept the evil thoughts of murder pouring out of his heart.
Feng Mu kicked Ma Wei's "corpse", and his hoarse voice made people shudder: "Don't pretend to be awake, otherwise you can just sleep all the time."
[Crazy Blood] The aftertaste stimulated Feng Mu's five senses, and he could hear Ma Wei's fearful heartbeat.
Zhang Tong relied on the physique of a second-level warrior and could not die for a while. He covered his throat and glanced to the side with a pale face.
"Ma Wei is not dead, he is just unconscious. This man didn't use a knife when he attacked Ma Wei. So, he only used the knife on me. He just came to kill me?" Zhang Tong was overwhelmed with emotion.
Ma Wei stood up tremblingly, met Zhang Tong's complicated eyes, and said in a panic: "Brother Tong, I just woke up."
After saying that, Ma Wei He quickly avoided Zhang Tong's gaze, swallowed, and carefully looked at Feng Mu.
Ma Wei lied. He had been awake for a while, but seeing how fierce the two were fighting, he dared not go up. His martial arts was low, so going up would not be helpful. It would be better to hide on the ground and pretend to be dead.
I thought Brother Tong could win, but ended up losing. You can’t blame him.
Feng Mu sneered and didn't reveal it. He didn't know how close the relationship between the two was, but thinking about it, in the face of a life and death decision, even the most intimate relationship could be given up.
Feng Mu asked coldly: "Is he your eldest brother?"
Ma Wei didn't understand what Feng Mu meant, but the latter's only pair of eyes were too scary, he didn't If you dare to deceive, you will cherish your words like gold: "Yes."
The counterattack against Zhang Tong caused a huge change in Feng Mu's mentality. He was no longer nervous and flustered, and his villainous aura no longer needed to be deliberately disguised.
Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "Want to live or die?"
Ma Wei quickly replied: "Live, want to live."
"Okay." Feng Mu took out his mobile phone from his pocket with one hand, turned on the camera, and ordered: "Kill him, you live."
“Huh?” Ma Wei was stunned.
Zhang Tong shook his head crazily. He was desperately breathing, but he didn't even have the strength to get up. His eyes were full of despair.
Feng Mu held up his mobile phone and pointed the camera at Ma Wei. His calm voice sounded like the god of death urging him: "Hurry up. If he dies, you go with him on the road."
Ma Wei understood what Feng Mu meant, and he looked struggling.
Feng Mu frowned and said jokingly: "How much money does he give you every month? If you want to die with him, you can't. You still have loyalty when you join a gang these days, right?"
In my last life, money was all about money in movies.
In this life, in this crueler world, do gangsters still care about loyalty?
Feng Mu didn't believe it, but he also understood that the more he didn't believe it, the more cruel the punishment for betrayal would be, because it was all about cruelty to restrain gang rules.
"Okay, let's die together." Feng Mu sneered, and the phone dropped just one centimeter.
Ma Wei's face was twisted, and he knelt in front of Zhang Tong with tears streaming down his face: "Brother Tong, I'm sorry, don't blame me, I haven't been intimidated yet, I don't want to die."
While crying, Ma Wei opened Zhang Tong's hand, took the blade, pulled it out, stabbed it, pulled it out again, and stabbed it again.
Zhang Tong's eyes gradually lost color, and at the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, what he remembered was not the days when the two of them were picking up rags when they were children, nor the other side, but the woman who was lying in the hospital two days ago.
That’s how I killed her!
"Come on, look at the camera and smile." Feng Mu didn't have any mercy in his heart. Kindness to beasts is cruelty to people.
In the camera, Ma Wei, whose face was covered with blood, showed a twisted and crazy smile...
(End of this chapter)