Chapter 35 What do you think is a good place to bury it?
7pm.
After get off work, Wang Jian said goodbye to Feng Mu with great concern, looking back every few steps, fearing that this would be their last farewell.
Feng Muchong waved goodbye to Wang Jian and walked back to the incinerator.
After burning the corpse and turning off the stove, the air in the room is still filled with a strange meaty aroma that can stimulate people's appetite.
Feng Mu took out an iron bead from his pocket, crushed it into powder and poured it into his mouth.
Outside, the lights in the upper city were still on. It was the time when the crowds of people were getting off work. The temperature in the incineration room was neither too hot nor too cold, which was perfect for staying in and doing some exercises.
[Eating Content↑↑] Feng Mu was completely focused and doing his physical exercise with abandon.
Time passed unknowingly, and two tufts of hair were disheveled in the cold wind outside the incinerator.
Red Hair: "Why hasn't that kid come out yet? Did he run away early?"
The yellow-haired man frowned and snorted coldly: "Wait and see, maybe he is hiding inside and dare not come out."
1 hour later.
The workers at the incinerator had all left one after another, leaving only a few security guards standing at the door.
The yellow-haired man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. His patience was exhausted. He frowned and walked towards the incinerator with the red-haired man.
The security guard stopped him and wouldn't let him in.
The yellow-haired man pretended to force his way in, but the security guard put down his thermos and pulled out his electric baton, with a crackling sound of electric arc flashing.
Huangmao didn't expect that a mere security guard would dare to stop the two of them and attack Hongwen on the spot.
The security guard said in a deep voice: "Feng Mu has never been out. If you want to find him, you can only wait outside."
It is the security guard's duty to stop the person, as it concerns his job, so he cannot give way; but it means that Feng Mu is still inside, which is a wise move and should avoid unnecessary conflicts.
The yellow-haired man glanced at the flickering electric baton again, sneered and stepped back, gritting his teeth and said, "Keep guarding, I don't believe he can stay out forever."
The red-haired girl nodded and made up her mind that she would vent all her anger on Feng Mu later to make him understand what it meant that red-haired people should not be insulted.
2 hours later.
All the cigarettes in the two-cent cigarette box were smoked.
"We are blocking the door, he might not dare to come out, how about we hide for a while?"
"Damn, that makes sense."
Liangmao left the incinerator gate and hid in the grass by the roadside.
You know what, they both still have some brains~ And, as they hid in the bushes, enduring the humiliation of feeding the mosquitoes, the lights in the upper city dimmed, and indeed, the sound of bicycle wheels creaking in the distance came, getting closer and closer, drowning out the buzzing of mosquitoes in their ears.
"Two Mao left?"
"Really? I'm just a little late. Didn't we agree to see you there?"
"I shouldn't have overestimated the integrity of the gangsters."
Feng Mu was upset. Did he let Liangmao escape again tonight? "Stop!"
Suddenly, two strong men jumped out from the bushes, one red and one yellow, very eye-catching in the night, like a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes served when you are hungry, making your mouth water.
Feng Mu swallowed his saliva: "You didn't leave?"
Red-haired man stroked his hair with one hand, his swollen eyes gleaming fiercely: "It's too late to be afraid of swallowing your saliva now."
Feng Mu got off his bicycle, lowered his head and didn't dare to look them in the eye. He just stared at the shadows of the two people on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Wait, it's not convenient here, let's go to another place."
Liang Mao was stunned at the same time, thinking he was hallucinating.
Feng Mu felt that this patch of grass was still too close to the incinerator, so he had to find a secluded place.
He raised his head, controlled his facial muscles, pretended to be panicked, and trembled as he said, "Didn't you say this afternoon that you would let me go as long as I told you what I had done recently?"
The yellow-haired and red-haired boys looked at each other, as if they understood something, and their eyes lit up at the same time.
Then Feng Mu begged very sincerely: "I will take you to see my secret. I have buried it not far away."
The unexpected surprise came so suddenly that Liangmao's blood rushed to his head and his breathing became rapid.
Holy shit! The words that Brother Bin taught us are really awesome. This kid seems to be really frightened and is trying to trick him into doing something!
Feng Mu took in the two people's expressions as if they had won the lottery, and thought they had taken the bait, so he turned around and slowly pushed the cart forward.
Liangmao hurried to catch up, and even urged urgently: "Don't waste time, hurry up and lead the way."
Since the man was in a hurry to die, Feng Mu naturally did not dare to delay. He quickly quickened his pace, walking faster and faster, going further and further away, turning left and right until he arrived at a deserted place.
"Boy, how far is it?" The yellow-haired man was a little impatient. It wasn't that he was suspicious, but he just felt that he had walked too far and his feet were tired.
"We're almost there, just ahead." Feng Mu said as he kept walking.
After walking for another quarter of an hour, Red Hair came forward and grabbed the handlebars. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong and asked sternly, "Where are we?"
Feng Musong took the handlebars and glanced around. All he could see were bushes of varying heights, some higher than his waist. In the distance was an unfinished building engulfed in darkness.
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Apart from the sound of wind and insects, there seemed to be no one around except the three of them.
Feng Mu turned around and said, "This is it. I think it's good. What do you think?"
Red-haired glanced around suspiciously and asked, "Where is this place? Do we think it's a good place? What did you bury? Where did you bury it?"
Feng Mu raised his head and looked at the lights in the upper city that were going out one after another. He then pointed at the soles of the two people's feet and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Aren't you two the ones who were buried?"
The eerie voice reached their ears, and the hairs on the back of their necks suddenly stood up. Then they looked at the boy in front of them, and there was no trace of panic on his face. Instead, his sickly pale face was clearly filled with viciousness and cruelty.
Before the red-haired man could react, Feng Mu clenched his hands into a claw and made a strange starting posture.
The red-haired man quickly let go of the handlebars and staggered backwards, but he could not be faster than the sharp claws that could break through the air.
The third move of Crane Claw Technique is Sky-Splitting Finger.
Following the memory of his mind and muscles, the finger hooks that had been forged thousands of times over the past ten years cut through the air, making a sharp hissing sound, just like when he first started practicing, passing through the surface of the basin and hooking the iron bead.
Just hook it lightly and pull it back.
The red-haired man stopped his retreat, let out a scream, and lost his balance and fell forward. His shoulder was bleeding, and a finger pierced his collarbone, causing blood to gushed out all over his face.
Red face and red hair smell like death!
"It's a bit weak, not enough for practice."
Feng Mu ignored Hongmao's screams, hooked his fingers around the bone, and pulled along the bone gap.
Once upon a time, Zhang Tong wanted to deal with Feng Mu in the same way, but unfortunately he failed and died. Now, Feng Mu used the same trick on Red Hair.
The sixth form of Crane Claw Kung Fu is Splitting Bones.
The red-haired man could neither dodge nor break free, which truly illustrates the meaning of being weak and frail. If he took a step back, he would end up disabled and nearly dead.
The bones tore the muscles, the muscles tore the blood vessels, and there was a gap between the shoulder and the neck, a bloody mess that was horrifying.
"If I don't retreat, I will end up like him. I will never retreat even if I die!"
Feng Mu swore secretly in his heart, feeling that his combat experience had greatly increased. Then he turned around, used the second move of Crane Claw Kung Fu, Dragonfly Sweep, and pounced directly at the yellow-haired man who had drawn a knife from his waist and turned furious.
The yellow-haired man glanced at the red-haired man's miserable state, his heart pounding, and he roared, "We were just trying to scare you this afternoon, kid, you don't have to react so violently!"
Feng Mu pretended not to hear anything and took two steps forward. His index and middle fingers turned a frightening black and purple color.
The second move of Crane Claw is called Dragonfly Skitter, which sounds harmless and silent, but in fact it is as loud as a thunderbolt and is a vicious move designed to gouge out people's eyes.
"I know you are trying to cheat me, but that's not important. What's important is that you have to beat me to death, otherwise, I will beat you to death." Feng Mu said in a cold voice, determined to take someone's life.
(End of this chapter)
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