Chapter 118 How could I believe Feng Mu’s lies
Tick tock, tick tock...
The thick and smelly black juice fell drop by drop at the feet of Dark No. 2, forming a pool. Beach 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 of the ribs on the side were broken and chopped off, revealing the blood-stained heart that was still beating wildly inside, with some disgusting rotten juice stuck 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.
His eyesight could not tell which level of warrior the eldest brother was, but it was obvious that the eldest brother was extremely ferocious.
The [Black Face], which once made Feng Mu extremely fearful, could not survive a single turn in the hands of the eldest 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 the big brother's thick thighs must be used. 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 from 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 was strong, 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. . ”
“Why is there such a character in such a corner of the 9th district of Xiacheng?”
The deliveryman was confused, he felt like he was playing a game now. , as soon as I went out, I ran into the boss in the later map in the low-level novice area, and I had the urge to curse.
The real world naturally does not have the hierarchical divisions in games. However, under the influence of complex real-world 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 Eshi Cult, the seventh-grade masters are already the guardians of the sect. They usually only sit in the sect and live in seclusion. Even if they occasionally take action, they will only appear in places where there are many resources but high risks. in the "Advanced Map".
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 kind of remote area is almost unprofitable. Who in the brain would send this kind of combat power to waste here?
The deliveryman secretly thought about it and couldn't help but feel palpitations. He thought in shock:
"The fight for the black core is definitely not as simple as [Personal]'s personal behavior. The puppet mother has even sent out her top minions. My puppet mother is not leaving It’s an ordinary road, and I’m going to do a lot of work for the Evil Corpse Cult.”
The delivery man was desperate. He admitted that although the content in the email just now was true, it was inevitably processed and could not be avoided. To call it alarmist is to exaggerate.
Who knows, this is the law of survival in the workplace, and the Evil Dead Cult is not exempt from it. After all, if subordinates do not appropriately exaggerate the difficulties encountered 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 underestimated the seriousness of the situation. The actual situation may far exceed my expectations. It seems that the sect’s reinforcements have not yet arrived, but I am going to die here today. ”
“No, the help from the teaching would not have come in the first place, and I haven’t even had time to send out the email.”
The deliveryman’s disfigured face changed uncertainly. A flash of cruelty 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 stabbed the heart of Dark No. 2 along Li Bashan's open chest and ribs. The whole movement was done in one go, so fast that Dark No. 2's mind couldn't even comprehend what his companion was doing?
While the delivery man was hurting the killer, he shouted urgently: "I have turned from the dark side to the bright side. What you just said..."
Before the words were spoken, the delivery man's fingertips had just touched the beat. heart, and felt a warm liquid splashing all over his cheeks.
His breathing 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 heartbreaking cracking sound, Dark No. 2's head seemed to be squeezed by a terrifying force, exploding like fragile tofu.
Blood and brains splattered everywhere, dyeing the evil tiger mask red, making it look even more ferocious and terrifying.
Li Bashan glared at the delivery man fiercely, as if he wanted to eat people.
The delivery clerk quickly took two steps back and nervously coughed out an eyeball that was bloody and covered in flesh.
Under the goat mask, Feng Mu gently covered his cheeks and sighed silently in his heart: "Elder brother is perfect in all aspects, but when it comes to food, he really takes care of it."< br>
He let out a long sigh and apologized to the delivery boy who dug his eyes out of his throat: " It’s not that I don’t want to spare your life, I gave you the opportunity, but it’s useless.”
The delivery clerk silently wiped the blood from his eyes with his sleeves, lowered his head and looked at the white eyes. Their eyes met, and I didn't know whether the eyes were mocking me for being blind, or mocking him for being blind.
"Hey——"
The delivery clerk laughed angrily, flicked his fingers, popped his eyes back into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them into his stomach.
"I kept laughing at him for being stupid, but in the end, I was even stupider than him for believing your nonsense, Feng Mu."
Feng Mu scratched the goat's cheek, his tone was calm and understanding. Said: "I don't blame you, human nature is always greedy for life, and cultists are no exception. It's understandable."
The delivery clerk gritted his teeth, shook his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and said in a ferocious voice: "No, that's not what I'm talking about. What I'm saying is, you and all of you are not the puppet mother's minions!!!"
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(End of this chapter)