Chapter 71 Dark Blue? Add some more! (Please follow up)
Ps: The Dark No. 2 and No. 1 in the previous two chapters were reversed. Dark No. 1 is the current one, and No. 2 is a fool playing with ants. This has been corrected. Thank you book friends for reminding me.
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Keng!
噌噌匌.
In the blink of an eye, Daozui's fist smashed into a piece of bone, but it was not a mask, but a piece of white bone and thorns growing on the opponent's shoulder very close to him.
Like a dense forest, the crossbow arrows fired from a distance are blocked on the tree trunks layer by layer.
Swarthy No. 1’s fists finally reached 1 centimeter from Feng Mu’s face, which was exactly the distance where his chest suddenly stopped in front of the ring of ribs.
One cannot advance even an inch, and the other cannot advance even an inch.
The distance between an inch and an inch is the difference between life and death.
Dark No. 1's ankles were caught, his fists were stuck, and he was left with only one leg, making it difficult for him to pose any threat.
His dark face was suppressed to turn red, his eyes widened, staring at the true face revealed in front of him, he said in disbelief: "It's you?"
Amidst the lightning and flint. , Feng Mu completed the extra points, and his agility instantly jumped from 2.2 to 4.2, nearly doubling again.
The bones seemed to have become lighter. In just an instant, the mask on his face fell off, and the bone thorns on his shoulders grew simultaneously.
The ossification form controlled by [Plastic Embryo (White)] can only partially appear in two parts at the same time. Originally, there was a gap in switching between different parts, or it was called the forward swing of the spell.
But the surge in agility shortened this moment.
Of course there is still a gap, but this fleeting gap is no longer something that Black No. 1 can capture.
In the eyes of Dark No. 1, the latter's falling mask and the skyrocketing white bone thorns are completely synchronized switching in zero seconds without delay.
He stared at the face he had just seen at close range, his pupils shrinking sharply. He never expected that this face was hidden under the gloomy bone surface.
Isn’t this the new cremator at the incineration plant?
We also want to use him to catch the lame weirdo behind him who covets the black core. How could it be him?
The fierceness in Feng Mu's eyes faded, and his face returned to calm. It seemed that he had returned to the time when they first met, with a slightly nervous and dull face, but his tone was unusually calm: "Yes, it's me."
Swarthy No. 1’s expression changed for a moment when he heard this decisive answer.
He seemed to want to understand that he and the others had been deceived, but behind this understanding, there were more doubts and fears that he could not understand.
Are you just a corpse cremator?
Did you make up the lame weirdo?
Have you discovered the secret of the black core?
You can freely control the transformation of the corpse. You are also a member of the church. However, isn't this research still in the theoretical stage? How is it possible?
Who are you?
Feng Mu ignored Dark No. 1's complex psychological activities. Without any explanation, he immediately used his finger hook to cut off the opponent's two remaining hand tendons and the last hamstring.
Only four limbs were severed and one limb was left for the enemy. No one can say that Feng Mu was not merciful enough.
Seeing the latter lying motionless on the ground with all his limbs broken, Feng Mu finally restrained his protruding bones and returned to his human appearance.
He can now safely start a conversation about "reuniting old friends" with the other party.
Outside the dangerous building, some distance away, there was a car waiting with the lights off.
Ma Wei sat upright, his hands still on the steering wheel, his palms were sweating, and he turned his head to look out the window from time to time.
Ma Bin was very calm, and he was sure that the one who would finally come out of the building must be [Mask].
Although [Personal Mask]'s early 1 vs. 3 record was mixed, even though [Personal Mask] repeatedly emphasized that he is also a think-tank type member, even though Ma Bin has never witnessed [Personal Mask]'s true strength with his own eyes. .
Moreover, [Masked] has an extremely bad character, but precisely because of this, Ma Bin is full of confidence in [Masked] to win. This is a villain who is both cunning, cunning and despicable. Now that he has become his [upline], it gives him a sense of security that he doesn't want to admit.
"Come out." Ma Wei got out of the car immediately and went to open the trunk.
Ma Bin sat in the passenger seat without moving, glanced at the rearview mirror indifferently, and fastened his seat belt again.
Feng Mu threw Dark No. 1 in with one hand like a chicken.
The trunk, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became crowded.
Boss Zheng, who was holding his head in his arms, was lying flat on his back. The dark-skinned No. 1, whose limbs were missing, was dented into a weird shape, curled up on the opposite side, and his dark face fell just under Boss Zheng's crotch.
Looking at each other, no one said anything.
Ma Wei glanced at it, quickly closed the trunk, and opened the rear door one step ahead. He looked like a die-hard horse boy.
The car starts and goes to the next location.
…….
Arrived at the next location.
Ma Wei was digging a hole on the ground. Ma Bin stood aside expressionlessly, playing with the eyeball in his hand. Dark No. 1 was lifted out of the trunk and collapsed on the ground, sideways. Hold your head.
The soil was dug up and one, two, three, three suitcases were dug out.
When the first two suitcases were dug out, the corners of Ma Bin's eyes twitched slightly. When the third suitcase was dug out, Dark No. 1's eyes widened, and the look of death on his face was revealed. Strong mood swings.
Feng Mu patted the dirt off the suitcases and opened the last suitcase, revealing the neatly arranged large black cores inside.
The last remaining fantasy in Dark No. 1's heart was strangled to death. He stared at Feng Mu so hard that his teeth were trembling: "Why is the box here with you?"
Feng Mu squatted down, took out a large black core, and then a small black core, and placed both in front of Dark No. 1's head.
Ma Wei continued to dig the hole, which he would use to bury the body later. He was very skilled at this job.
While digging the hole, he quietly peeked to the side with his peripheral vision.
In the dark night, the excited head paralyzed on the ground, the black core with a faint luster placed in front of him, and the gloomy mask that never had any emotions.
Like a picture, evil yet elegant, gloomy yet powerful, it imprinted itself into Ma Wei's eyes and became a nightmare that he would dream back to at midnight for the rest of his life.
Like a seed, trembling and excited, fearful but fascinated, it was planted into Ma Wei's soul and became a desire that quietly sprouted deep in his heart.
[Mask] gently rubbed the black core, and his metallic voice was cold and elegant. There was no trace of coercion in the voice, which was in sharp contrast to the growling face with bulging veins on the ground.
It's like a calm doctor comforting and comforting his irritable mentally ill friend.
He said: "Don't worry, I know you have a lot of questions, and I happen to have some questions too. We can exchange one question for another."
"Don't worry, I am the most fair person. Reason, I won’t force you, tonight is still very long, you can think about it slowly.”
“After thinking about it, answer my question first, how are these big black cores made?”< br>
"Ma Wei, don't be distracted. Dig the hole well, dig deeper, and don't let our friends feel crowded after moving in."
Swarthy No. 1's tongue is stiff, and the unwillingness, anger, and anxiety are stuck in his throat. , impatience, but all in [Mask]'s unhurried tone, weak and dejected, all swallowed back into the stomach.
He replied: "Don't bury me with others, I'm used to sleeping alone."
[Mask]'s gentle laughter echoed in the wind...
< br>(End of this chapter)