Chapter 305 My head is on the dining table
In the past, they were on the side of the trash who were excluded and suppressed. From now on, they will be on the side... holding the rope of fate and hanging others.
As soon as the first one stood aside, there was a second one, and as soon as the second one stood aside, there was a third one, and then they couldn't stop.
This kind of thing is like dominoes. After knocking down the first one, the rest will follow naturally.
Guan Zhong rushed forward regardless of his own safety, and the other "Wang Congs" seemed to be driven by some irresistible force.
I couldn't tell whether the brain was directing the body or the body was holding the brain hostage. In short, it was as if they suddenly experienced a collective awakening. They rushed towards the crumbling door together, squeezing, pushing... Kill Zhao Jia.
Of course Feng Mu would not be so naive as to think that they had really fully awakened. It was not that easy to awaken as Wang Cong, but today was a positive start. They were on their way to becoming the next Wang Cong. A crucial first step was taken.
The subsequent process may go through iterations, and several courses of drug treatment are needed to consolidate it. This depends on Feng Mu's methods.
Gong Qi was the first to break through the door. Hearing the pace of those who were catching up from behind, he suddenly felt a burning sense of urgency, and his steps suddenly became faster.
"Except for my junior brother, no one here can steal my head."
Gong Qi sneered, his arm seemed to have grown out of thin air, and his fingers were filled with a foul stench.
Zhao Jia turned pale with shock. The moment the door was knocked open, he had already thought about retreating. But when Feng Mu called out his real name, his feet seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. He wanted to retreat but did not dare to retreat. He wanted to escape. Don't dare to escape.
If you hesitate, you will lose!
When he felt the evil wind blowing against his face and wanted to run away in panic, he had to ask Gong Qi if he would agree.
Zhao Jia quickly pulled back, his head instinctively shrinking back. At the same time, he used all his strength to stimulate the blood in his body, and swung his arms horizontally. Under the action of this force, his clothes instantly exploded, exposing his arms. There are densely packed black iron rings on it.
Zhao Jia's arms shook violently, and the iron ring vibrated violently, making a dull buzzing sound.
Gong Qi's pupils shrank into snake pupils, and when he stretched out his five fingers and struck the iron ring, ripples appeared on his clothes.
If senior brother Li Bashan were here, he wouldn't care about this. With a simple slap of his palm, he could shatter the opponent's iron ring and his arms into a pulp.
But Gong Qi naturally cannot be compared with a freak like his senior brother, not to mention that he does not follow the domineering approach of Li Bashan who opens and closes in order to overwhelm others.
His martial arts style is the same as his own, it is a vicious and vicious style. Every move and every move contains cunning and lethality, making it difficult to guard against.
He doesn't like being in a head-to-head confrontation. Even if he is absolutely sure that he can break those iron rings with one claw, he will not do it. Gong Qi advocates breaking the hardness with softness, like a poisonous python, using his flexible body and venomous snakes. Teeth come to play with dead prey.
Gong Qi suddenly retracted his fingers like a gossamer and dodged Zhao Jia's iron arm.
His toes tapped the ground lightly, like a snake's tail swinging, drawing a semicircle on the ground and quietly walking around behind Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia's reaction was not slow either. His right arm changed from horizontal to vertical, his five fingers were clasped inward, and his waist was twisted to exert force, causing his shoulders and arms to swing sideways together. During the rotation, the iron circled the arm, as if a battering ram was roaring towards him.
Buzz——
The air ripples are visible to the naked eye.
Gong Qi tapped his foot gently and took three steps back. The direction of his retreat was very particular. If you look carefully, it seemed that he was avoiding Zhao Jia's attack, and he seemed to be tempting the latter to distance himself from Guan Zhong and the others. body distance.
Zhao Jia laughed ferociously, smashed his right arm vertically, and his left arm flatly, one right and one left, one horizontally and one vertically, two waves of black wind swirled up and came at him with crazy bites.
Holes were ripped out of the white-painted wall, and debris scattered like tofu on the brick wall. For a moment, the intertwining of black and white was really beautiful.
Dust danced in the air, and a few particles inevitably got into Zhao Jia's eyes, and he blinked instinctively.
In just 0.1 seconds, he felt that the originally hazy white mist slowed down, and his entire field of vision suddenly became clear. Every drop of sweat splashing on his arms seemed to reflect a crystalline trajectory.
Everything became so clear, so clear that you could almost see the flow of every air, so that the face in front of you also turned into... air!
Missing?
The alarm bells in Zhao Jia's heart were screaming wildly. He squinted his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a pale palm approaching silently, like a poisonous snake suddenly ejected from the grass. When you see it, it swallows The snake is already licking your throat.
It was too late for Zhao Jia to close his arms. He gritted his teeth and kicked him sideways.
But Gong Qi seemed to have expected it, and without even touching the ground, he pulled Zhao Jia closer to his chest like a ghost, and kicked him into the air at a weird and tricky angle. Then, Gong Qi raised his arm slightly, and his sleeves and palm gently placed on Zhao Jia's throat.
This movement was extremely gentle, without using much force. It was like a ball of cotton fluttering over her, or like a delicate teasing and caress between lovers.
Zhao Jia didn't even feel the slightest pain. He only felt that the palm of his hand touched lightly and then left, leaving an indescribable numbness.
"Junior brother, do you want to live or die?"
"Brother, do it yourself!"
"Jie Jie——"
This was a conversation that Zhao Jia heard in his ears. The two people speaking were very gentle, one was gentle and the other was feminine, just like the Ping brothers discussing what dishes to eat for dinner.
But Zhao Jia stared angrily, there was no food in front of him, only headless corpses spinning around.
In his rotating field of vision, hot liquid splashed on his face, and there was a sound like a ball falling to the ground. Zhao Jia tried to turn his neck, but was surprised that it didn't move at all. He turned his eyes stiffly and saw a dripping liquid. Black bloody fingers.
The fingers were as white as paper, the veins were like dry wood, and the blood was full of poison.
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Dead wood and grass palm.
Yin blood refers to.
What a sinister and vicious martial artist.
Guan Zhong hurriedly rushed, but still failed to catch the attack. He leaned down, grabbed the hair on the ground bitterly, and held it in his hand like plucking weeds.
Zhao Jiafan suddenly had an epiphany and thought to himself: "Who said there are no dishes on the dining table? Isn't my head just sitting on someone else's dining table?"
One thought brings life, all thoughts die, and the vitality suddenly disappears.
"What are you doing with the head?" Feng Mu looked at Guan Zhong who came back after picking up the head. His smile was still gentle, but there was a hint of deep meaning in his tone that was not easy to detect.
Guan Zhong gently raised the head in his hand, his eyes serious and firm, and he explained:
"There are so many people downstairs that carrying a corpse would be too conspicuous, but if I only carry a human head, I can easily hide it under my clothes and quietly bring you back to prison."
The corners of Feng Mu's mouth raised slightly, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended not to know and asked:
"Then why take a head back to prison?"
Guan Zhong replied without hesitation: "This man killed the palace laborer and forged a suicide note. He is obviously inseparable from the riot in the death row. Take his head back and you can report it to the warden."
Feng Mu glanced at the other people around him and found that they all nodded silently, agreeing with Guan Zhong's idea.
Feng Mu showed a look of relief on his face, feeling that the course of treatment could be shortened a lot by helping to transform them. They were all very promising patients.
Feng Mu smiled and said: "Everyone is dead, just throw the head to the police station, take a photo, and pick up his mobile phone."
Guan Zhong said "Oh", threw his head away, put it in a pose, and took a precise picture.
After taking the photo, Guan Zhong searched his cell phone proactively. He frowned and said, "There is nothing in the cell phone. All communication records have been cleared." ”
Feng Mu was not surprised by this. He responded calmly: "It doesn't matter, you can just hit one."
Guan Zhong was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment: "Should I call? Who should I call?"
Guan Zhong was stunned for a moment and asked with some confusion: "Should I call? Who should I call?"
Feng Mu's smile became even brighter. His eyes swept across everyone, and finally stopped on Guan Zhong, smiling happily:
"Of course I'm calling the person you miss the most!"
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(End of chapter)