Chapter 35 What do you think is better to bury here?
Seven p.m.
After get off work, Wang Jian said goodbye to Feng Mu worriedly, looking back every step of the way, fearing that this farewell would be an eternal farewell.
Feng Muchong waved goodbye to Wang Jian and walked back to the incineration room.
After burning the corpse and turning off the stove, there is still a strange smell of meat in the air, which can arouse people's appetite.
Feng Mu took out the iron beads from his pocket, crushed them into powder, and poured it into his mouth.
Outside, the city lights were still on, and it was the time when the crowds of people were getting off work. The temperature in the incineration room was neither cold nor hot, which was perfect for doing some gymnastics.
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Feng Mu was focused on nothing else and did gymnastics selflessly.
Time passed unknowingly, and the two tufts of hair at the door of the incineration plant were messy in the cold wind.
Hongmao: "Why doesn't that kid come out? Could it be that he ran away early?"
Huangmao scowled and snorted: "We'll see, maybe he's hiding in there and not daring to come out." ”
1 hour later.
The workers in the incineration plant gradually left, leaving only a few security guards standing at the door.
Huang Mao spat on the ground and his mouth was thick with phlegm. His patience was exhausted. He walked towards the incineration plant with red hair and furrowed eyebrows.
The security guard stopped him and refused to let him in.
Huang Mao tried to force his way in, but the security guard put down the thermos cup and pulled out the electric baton, and the electric arc shone brightly.
Huang Mao did not expect that a mere security guard would dare to stop the two of them, and ordered Hong Wen to be killed on the spot.
The security guard said solemnly: "Feng Mu has never gone out. If you want to find him, you can only wait outside."
It is the security guard's duty to block him. It is related to his job. The security guard cannot give way; But it shows that Feng Mu is still inside, which is the wisdom of life and avoid unnecessary conflicts.
Huang Mao glanced at the flashing electric baton again, sneered and stepped back, gritted his teeth and said: "Keep guarding, I don't believe he can never come out."
Hong Mao nodded, making up his mind. I must vent all my anger on Feng Mu later and let him understand that red hair cannot be insulted.
2 hours later.
All the cigarettes in the Liangmao cigarette box have been smoked.
"We are blocking the door. He may not dare to come out. How about we hide for a while?"
"It makes sense to be paralyzed."
Liang Mao left the entrance of the incineration plant and hid in the grass on the roadside.
Don't tell me, they still have some brains~
And as they hid in the grass and endured the humiliation to feed the mosquitoes, the lights in the city dimmed, and the sound of bicycle wheels was heard in the distance. The sound of crunching and turning got closer and closer, suppressing the buzzing mosquitoes in my ears.
“The two cents are gone?”
"Really, I was just a little late. Didn't we meet as promised?"
"I shouldn't have valued the gangster's integrity."
Feng Mu felt unhappy. Could it be that Liangmao escaped tonight again?
“Stop!”
Two strong men suddenly jumped out of the grass, one red and one yellow, eye-catching in the night, like a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes brought to you when you are hungry. Lips and teeth produce fluid.
Feng Mu swallowed: "You haven't left yet?"
Hong Mao combed his hair with one hand, his swollen eyes were fierce: "Now I know I'm afraid of swallowing, it's too late."
< br>Feng Mu got off the bicycle, lowered his head and did not dare to look at them. He only stared at the shadows of the two people on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Wait, it's not convenient here, let's find another place."
Two Mao was stunned at the same time and thought he was hearing hallucinations.
Feng Mu felt that this patch of grass was still close to the incineration plant, and he still had to find a secluded place.
He raised his head, controlled the muscles on his face, made a look of panic, and said shivering: "Didn't you say this afternoon that you would let me go as long as I tell you what I have done recently?"
Huangmao and Hongmao looked at each other, as if they understood something, and their eyes lit up at the same time. Just listen to Feng Mu begging very sincerely: "I will take you to see my secret. I buried it not far away."
The unexpected joy came too suddenly , Liangmao's blood immediately surged up, and his breathing became rapid.
Holy shit~
The talking skills that Brother Bin taught us are awesome. This kid seems to have been really fooled into trying to swindle something!
Feng Mu took in the bait and turned around, pushing the car forward slowly.
Liang Mao hurriedly followed, and even urged him urgently: "Don't be ink stained, walk faster and lead the way."
People wanted to die in a hurry, so Feng Mu naturally did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly Speeding up the pace, walking faster and faster, going further and further away, turning east and west into a no-man's land.
"Boy, how far is it?" Huang Mao was a little impatient. It wasn't that he was suspicious, but he just felt that the soles of his feet were tired after walking far.
"Almost there, right in front." Feng Mu said without stopping.
After walking for another quarter of an hour, Hong Mao stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the car. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and said in a stern tone: "Where is it?"
Feng Mu let go of the handle of the car. I glanced around, and what I could see were bushes of different heights. The height was half waist high, and in the distance were unfinished buildings that were swallowed up by darkness.
Except for the sound of wind and insects, there seemed to be no one around, only the three of them.
Feng Mu turned around: "This is it. I think it's pretty good. What do you think?"
Hongmao glanced around suspiciously and asked, "Where is this place? What do we think is good? What is it that you buried? Where exactly did you bury it?"
Feng Mu raised his head and looked at Shangcheng. The lights went out one after another, and then he pointed at the soles of the two people's feet, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Isn't it the two of you who are buried?"
The eerie voice reached the ears of the two of them, and the hairs on the backs of their necks suddenly stood up. When they looked at the boy in front of them, his face There was no trace of panic anywhere, and the sickly pale face was clearly full of viciousness and ferociousness.
Before Hong Mao could react, he saw Feng Mu holding his claw with one hand and making a weird starting gesture.
Hong Mao quickly let go of the handlebars and staggered back, unable to go faster than the air-breaking claws.
The third form of Crane Claw Kung Fu·Split the empty fingers.
Following the memory of his mind and muscles, the finger hooks that have been hammered for ten years split the air and made a sharp scream, just like when he was starting to practice, he passed over the basin and hooked the iron beads.
Just like that, I hooked lightly and pulled back.
The red hair's retreating steps stopped, and he screamed. His whole body lost its center of gravity and fell forward. However, a bloody hole was opened in his shoulder. A finger pierced the barb of his collarbone, and blood spurted out. Full face.
Red face and red hair smell like death!
"A little weak, not enough practice."
Feng Mu ignored Hongmao's scream, twisted the bone with his finger hook, and pulled along the seam of the bone.
Once upon a time, Zhang Tong wanted to control Feng Mu like this, but unfortunately he fell short and died. Now, Feng Mu used the same move on Hong Mao.
The Sixth Form of Crane Claw Kung Fu: Bone Dissection.
Hongmao cannot dodge or break away, which truly illustrates the tragic situation of being weak and weak, and if you take one step back, you will be crippled and close to death.
The bones tore the muscles, the muscles tore the blood vessels, the shoulders were torn open to the neck, and the blood and flesh were so horrific.
"If you don't retreat, you will be like him if you retreat. I will never retreat until I die!"
Feng Mu secretly swore in his heart that his combat experience increased sharply, and then turned around, He used the second form of the Crane Claw Skill, Dragonfly Sweep, and pounced directly on Huang Mao, who pulled out the sword from his waist and his color suddenly changed.
Huang Mao glanced at Hong Mao's miserable state, his heart was beating wildly, and he roared: "We are just scaring you this afternoon, boy, you don't have to react so drastically!"
Feng Mu seemed to turn a deaf ear and took two steps with his feet. His index and middle fingers showed a breathtaking black and purple color.
The second move of the Crane Claw Kung Fu is called Dragonfly Plunder. It sounds harmless to humans and animals, and it makes no sound when pouring water. In fact, it is noisy. It is a vicious move specially designed to gouge out people's eyes.
"I know you are deceiving me, but that is not important. What is important is that you have to beat me to death, otherwise, I will beat you to death." Feng Mu said in a cold voice, wholeheartedly seeking human life.
(End of this chapter)