Chapter 240 Are You Willing to Die for Me?
The word "friend" made Wang Cong tremble all over instantly. His dark heart seemed to be completely pierced by a cold knife. His legs went soft and he knelt weakly at Feng Mu's feet like a pile of mud without support. Tears welled up in his eyes and he sobbed uncontrollably.
Wang Cong's face was filled with regret. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the sound he made was intermittent, difficult to form a complete sentence: "Feng Mu, I, I, I..."
Feng Mu was as considerate as ever. He spoke for Wang Cong:
"I know. You secretly replaced my electric baton. You also dropped dirty stuff into my food. I know everything."
Wang Cong was in tears. He looked up blankly, and his snot and tears flowed back and covered his face.
Feng Mu didn't feel disgusted at all. He slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the snot and tears from Wang Cong's face.
Feng Mu said in a gentle voice: "If you want to climb up, you must first keep yourself clean at all times. How could you forget so quickly, Captain Wang Cong?"
Wang Cong felt the touch and temperature of the tissue on his face, and recalled the time when he first met Feng Mu and the other party kindly handed him a towel to wipe his face.
How he wished that time could go back to that day. If he could do it again, he would definitely not... Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu in a daze. He bit his lips with his teeth until they bled. He said hoarsely:
"Feng Mu, thank you for teaching me so much. I am sorry for you. I broke my promise and betrayed you. I can't climb up with you. Go ahead and don't dirty your hands. I will light a fire and burn my dirty body and soul clean."
Wang Cong took the tissue off his face. There was still some dirt on his face, but his expression was cleaner than ever before. He expressed gratitude from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you for coming to see me before I die. I want to tell you that meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."
Feng Mu was willing to believe that what Wang Cong said was true, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"As expected, a person is the cleanest when they are just born and before they die. But this cannot be entirely blamed on people. It's just that the world is too dirty."
Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint this face into his soul and take it into the underworld.
Wang Cong suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said to Feng Mu anxiously:
"By the way, you must be careful of the warden Qian Huan. He is more sinister and evil than Tian Tao and Chang Wei. He instigated me to betray you. You must never believe the warden's words in the future."
Feng Mu sighed and said, "I know everything, so Captain Wang Cong, please stop talking about these unhappy things."
Wang Cong was stunned, not quite understanding what Feng Mu meant. He was ready to die, what else could he say besides these? Feng Mu said seriously: "Don't cry, because I don't believe in tears, tears are the cheapest reward in the world; don't repent, because I don't accept it, it's worthless to me."
Wang Cong opened his mouth, and then he heard Feng Mu continue to whisper in his ear: "If you want to repay me, you should not use your own tears, but use the blood of the enemy to pave the way for me to move forward."
"If you want to relieve your sins, you should not just kneel at my feet and repent, but you should take off the heads of your enemies and pile them at my feet."
"Captain Wang Cong, what do you think?"
Wang Cong blinked gently, his eyes full of disbelief. He looked at Feng Mu, and a spark of hope gradually flickered in the depths of his pupils. It was a dazzling hope and desire that could almost illuminate the darkness.
He swallowed hard and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have betrayed you in such a way. Are you... still willing to trust me again?"
Feng Mu's understanding of loyalty and betrayal is different from that of ordinary people. In the eyes of most people, loyalty is absolute and betrayal is unforgivable.
Most people may be more willing to trust someone who is clean and has no stain of betrayal.
Feng Mu is different. He believes that those who have never betrayed have only done so because they have never faced real temptation. Once temptation comes, these people may be more likely to succumb to temptation and betray.
But it’s different for those who have betrayed once. They have swallowed the candy and paid a painful price for it, so they will be less likely to betray next time.
Wang Cong is such a person.
He ate the candy given by the warden, but it wasn't even really eating it, he had already paid a price that he never wanted to recall again in his life.
Feng Mu is a kind person. He is willing to give everyone who comes to their senses a chance to return to the right path.
So, he said to Wang Cong: "If you were alive, I might not be able to fully believe you, but if you were dead, I would be willing to believe you again!"
Wang Cong's mind went blank. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing: "What?"
Feng Mu stood up from the sofa, half-knelt in front of Wang Cong, looked at Wang Cong calmly and politely, and said in a gentle voice: "I mean, are you willing to die for me?"
Wang Cong still didn't quite understand what Feng Mu meant, but he nodded and said sincerely, "I do."
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Wang Cong turned his neck stiffly and lowered his head, and saw that Feng Mu was holding a warm heart in his hand, which was beating and bleeding.
When he looked down, he saw a bloody hole on his chest. He raised his head woodenly and looked at Feng Mu with blurry vision. There was no resentment in his eyes, only a deep sense of relief.
His body fell forward weakly, and his head hit Feng Mu's shoulder, as if seeking consolation before his death. He used up the last bit of strength in his body and breathed his last breath into Feng Mu's ear: "It's great that my heart is not all black, it has been dyed red by you!"
Feng Mu patted Wang Cong's back gently, picked up his body and slowly laid it down on the sofa. He looked at him not as if he was looking at a dead person, but more as if he was looking at a sleeping friend.
Feng Mu lowered his head, clenched his five fingers lightly, and the heart in his hand exploded. Then, his palm trembled, and the pores on his palm suddenly seemed to come alive, greedily sucking up the blood on the surface.
Feng Mu calmly stretched out a finger bone and aimed it at the hole in Wang Cong's chest.
On the fingertips, a drop of sticky blood slowly seeped out from the gap between the nails, and then fell straight down and fell into Wang Cong's chest.
Ding Dong!
Like a drop of ink dripping into the dry earth, accompanied by a rapid sound of plop, a dark and cold heart is visible to the naked eye, wriggling, deforming, and growing... (End of this chapter)
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