Chapter 305 My Head is on the Dining Table
In the past, they stood on the side of the excluded and oppressed waste. From now on, they will stand on the side of... holding the rope of fate and strangling others.
Once the first one stands beside him, there will be a second one. Once the second one stands beside him, there will be a third one. And then it can’t stop.
This kind of thing is like dominoes. After the first one falls, the rest will follow naturally.
Guan Zhong rushed forward recklessly, and the other "Wang Congs" seemed to be driven by some irresistible force at that moment.
It was unclear whether it was the brain that was directing the body, or the body that was holding the brain hostage. In short, it was as if they had suddenly experienced a collective awakening, and they all rushed towards the crumbling door, squeezing and pushing... to kill Zhao Jia.
Of course, Feng Mu was not naive enough to think that they had really awakened completely. It was not that easy to awaken as Wang Cong, but today was a positive start. They were taking the crucial first step towards becoming the next Wang Cong.
The subsequent process may experience recurrences and require several courses of medication to consolidate. This depends on Feng Mu's methods.
Gong Qi was the first to break into the room. Hearing the footsteps of people chasing him from behind, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and his pace quickened.
"Except for my junior brother, no one here can snatch my head."
Gong Qi sneered, and his arm seemed to have grown longer out of thin air, and a fishy and foul smell emanated from his five fingers.
Zhao Jia was horrified. The moment the door was cracked, he had already thought of retreating. But when Feng Mu called out his real name, his feet seemed to be under a spell. He didn't dare to retreat or escape.
Hesitation leads to defeat!
When he feels the evil wind blowing on his face and wants to escape in a hurry, he has to ask Gong Qi whether he agrees.
Zhao Jia quickly pulled back, his head instinctively retracting. At the same time, he used all his strength to mobilize the blood and energy in his body, and swung his arms sideways. His clothes instantly shattered under the action of this force, revealing the densely packed black iron rings on his arms.
Zhao Jia shook his arms violently, and the iron ring vibrated violently, making a dull buzzing sound.
Gong Qi's pupils shrank into snake-like shapes, and he stretched out his five fingers and hit the circle of iron rings, causing ripples on his clothes.
If it were Senior Brother Li Bashan who was here, he would not care about these things. He would just need to slap the opponent's iron ring and arm into a pulp with a simple slap.
But Gong Qi naturally cannot be compared with a freak like the eldest senior brother, not to mention that he does not follow the domineering style of Li Bashan who uses bold and aggressive tactics to overwhelm others.
His martial arts style is just like him, vicious and cruel. Every move and every style contains cunning and lethality, making it hard to guard against.
He does not like to confront others head-on. Even if he is absolutely sure that he can crush those iron rings with one claw, he will not do so. Gong Qi prefers to overcome hardness with softness, and like a poisonous python, he uses his flexible body and vicious fangs to play with his dead prey.
Gong Qi retracted his fingers like a gossamer and avoided the iron arm that was coming from Zhao Jia.
His toes tapped the ground lightly, like the tail of a snake, drawing a semicircle on the ground and silently circling behind Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia's reaction was not slow either. He turned his right arm from horizontal to vertical, curled his five fingers inward, twisted his waist to generate power, and moved his shoulders and arms to the side. As he rotated, the iron circle around his arm was like a battering ram whistling at him.
Buzz——
Visible ripples appeared in the air.
Gong Qi lightly tapped his feet and retreated three steps. The direction of his retreat was quite particular. If you looked closely, it seemed that he was avoiding Zhao Jia's attack, but also seemed that he was tempting the latter to distance himself from Guan Zhong and others.
Zhao Jia grinned grimly, and smashed his right arm vertically and his left arm horizontally, one to the right and one to the left, one horizontal and one vertical, and two gusts of black wind swirled up and bit madly.
Holes were torn into the white-painted wall, and the brick wall was scattered with debris like tofu. For a moment, the interweaving of black and white was very beautiful.
Dust was dancing in the air, and inevitably a few grains got into Zhao Jia's eyes. He blinked instinctively.
In just 0.1 second, he felt that the originally hazy white fog slowed down in a trance, and his entire field of vision suddenly became clear. Every drop of sweat splashing on his arms seemed to reflect a crystal trajectory.
Everything became so clear, so clear that I could almost see every breath of air flowing, so much so that the face in front of me also turned into... air!
Gone? Zhao Jia's heart was filled with alarm bells. He squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pale hand silently approaching him, like a poisonous snake that suddenly shot out from the bushes. By the time you see it, its tongue is already licking your throat.
Zhao Jia had no time to retract his arms. He gritted his teeth and kicked sideways.
But Gong Qi seemed to have anticipated this. He did not even touch the ground, but moved closer to Zhao Jia's chest like a ghost, and used a strange and tricky angle to make his side kick miss.
Then, Gong Qi raised his arm slightly, and his sleeve and palm gently placed on Zhao Jia's throat.
The action was extremely gentle, without using too much strength, as if a ball of cotton was lightly hitting her, or as if it was the delicate teasing and caress between lovers.
Zhao Jia didn't even feel the slightest pain. He just felt the palm touch him lightly and then leave, leaving behind an indescribable tingling sensation.
"Little Junior Brother, do you want to live or die?"
"Brother, please do as you please!"
“Hehehe——”
This was a conversation that Zhao Jia heard. The two people who spoke had soft tones, one gentle and the other feminine, just like the Ping brothers discussing what dishes to have for dinner.
But Zhao Jia glared angrily. There was no food in front of him. Instead, there was only a headless corpse spinning around.
In the rotating field of vision, scalding liquid splashed on his face and a sound like a ball falling to the ground came to his ears. Zhao Jia tried to turn his neck, but strangely, his neck did not move at all. He turned his eyes stiffly and saw a finger dripping with black blood.
The fingers were as pale as paper, the veins were like dry dead wood, and the blood and energy exuded a deadly poison.
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Palm of dead wood and withered grass.
Yin blood finger.
What a sinister and vicious way of martial arts.
No matter how hard Guan Zhong tried, he still couldn't get the attack. He bent down, grabbed the hair on the ground angrily, and picked it up in his hand like pulling out weeds.
Zhao Jia suddenly realized and thought, "Who said there is no food on the table? Isn't my head on someone else's table?"
Once a thought arises, all other thoughts are dead and all life force is gone.
"What do you want to do with a human head?" Feng Mu looked at Guan Zhong who came back with the human head. His smile was still peaceful, but there was a subtle hint of deep meaning in his tone.
Guan Zhong gently raised the head in his hand, his eyes serious and firm, and he explained:
"There are so many people downstairs, carrying a body would be too conspicuous. But if you only carry a head, I can easily hide it in my clothes and quietly bring it back to the prison for you."
Feng Mu's mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended not to know and asked:
"So why bring a head back to prison?"
Guan Zhong answered without hesitation: "This man killed Gong Lao and forged a suicide note. Obviously, he is involved in the riot in the death row. Take his head back and you can report to the warden."
Feng Mu glanced at the other people around him and found that they were all nodding silently, and they all agreed with Guan Zhong's idea.
Feng Mu showed a look of relief on his face. He felt that by helping to improve their treatment, perhaps the duration of their treatment could be shortened a lot. They were all very promising patients.
Feng Mu smiled and said, "The man is dead, so just throw his head to the police station, take a photo and pick up his phone."
Guan Zhong said "Oh", threw away the head, posed it, and took a precise picture.
After taking the photo, Guan Zhong took the initiative to search his phone. He frowned and said, "There's nothing in the phone. All the communication records have been cleared."
Feng Mu was not surprised by this. He responded calmly: "It doesn't matter. Just hit one."
Guan Zhong was stunned for a moment and was unable to react: "I call? Who should I call?"
Guan Zhong was slightly stunned, and asked in confusion: "I call? Who should I call?"
Feng Mu's smile became even brighter. His eyes swept across everyone and finally stopped at Guan Zhong. He smiled happily and said, "Of course, call the person you miss the most!"
……..(End of this chapter)
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