Chapter 46 I can sense my blood, superimposed powder barrels
Buzz buzz buzz——
Vibration notification for text messages.
Ma Bin squinted his eyes and looked at the text message, his emotions fluctuating due to the content of the message.
After a long quarter of an hour.
Ma Bin put down his phone, his face changing from gloomy to bright. Finally, he sighed and murmured, "This is the worst possible outcome. No one died on either side. It really proves the saying that bad guys are hard to kill."
Ma Bin's mind raced: "3 against 1 and they almost killed one. This cripple is not only treacherous and cunning, but also very powerful."
Ma Bin also considered that he couldn't believe all of Lame Man's words. The opponent might have deliberately exaggerated the results of the battle. He might not have really killed any of his opponents, but the fact that he escaped from the triple-team was true.
How could he have guessed that it wasn't that Feng Mu's words could not be believed in their entirety, but that not a single word of them could be believed. It was just outrageous.
What’s even more outrageous is that Feng Mu wasn’t actually lying. What he said basically reflected the facts.
Just say whether he was cheated by the black market dealer, whether he escaped, or whether he was able to tie down one of the other parties, which is equivalent to destroying one of the other parties for Ma Bin. Ma Bin read the messages on his mobile phone again and understood the lame man's hint and warning.
On the surface, these text messages can be regarded as well-intentioned reminders, but if you think about it carefully, you will understand that the lame man is warning him not to think about defaulting on his debts, let alone have any dangerous thoughts.
After all, the black market merchants couldn't stop him even if they surrounded him, so the Green Wolf Gang couldn't even think about setting a trap for him, or they might end up losing everything.
The most important thing is to wake him up. Now we have a common enemy outside, lurking in the dark, so we should stop haggling over trivial matters.
Ma Bin's face turned dark, and he had a thousand words to say in his heart but he didn't know where to start.
But the text message reply I edited became: ——What are the characteristics of that group of black market traders? The text message was replied immediately:
——A middle-aged man with a face full of chrysanthemums when he faked a smile, and two others with dark faces.
On the other end, Feng Mu grinned, knowing that this text message implied his consent.
The risk of Ma Bin defaulting cannot be said to be completely eliminated, but it has at least been reduced by half. Feng Mu can consider finding an opportunity to withdraw the money.
Leave the bedroom and eat three bowls of rice.
During the meal, Wang Xiuli told him that Feng Ju had called back and it seemed that the big fish had not been hooked and the police station could no longer hold back and was about to close in the nets.
Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was far from as calm as his appearance.
After returning to the bedroom, Feng Mu sat in front of the desk for a few minutes, took a few deep breaths, rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands, and when he stood up again, he had a handful of iron bead powder stuffed in his mouth.
[Metal detected - pig iron, edible! ][Do you want to occupy a new edible slot? ][Occupy! ][Current edible slot 1: pig iron (edible degree 0.1/100%)][edible degree ↑] There is no time to hesitate any more, open a new edible slot first, upgrade it quickly, and improve your combat power.
As for the other food slot, whether to choose [Rusty Iron] or have a chance to open [Yin Sha Jiuyou Evil and Sin Iron], it will not be too late to decide after the raw iron is full.
"I shouldn't have slept in vain last night. I wasted precious time." Feng Mu felt annoyed.
During this month, his diligence has surpassed 99% of the people in the world, but he is still not satisfied.
It would be great if there was a term that could allow one to not need to sleep and be tireless forever... This is Feng Mu’s biggest hope and wish before going to bed every night.
While he started swallowing iron again, Feng Mu opened the drawer, took out a syringe, and stabbed it into his arm without mercy, drawing out blood.
“What I lost last night, I have to make up double today,” he thought to himself.
Feng Mu was so angry that he drew three tubes of blood. Moreover, this time he didn't plan to flush the blood down the toilet like he did in the past few days. Instead, he stored it in an opaque and insulated container.
[Feast]: The blood of your own kind is full of tempting fragrance. Devour them and you will gain eternal life~
If you treat others as blood bags, your own soul will inevitably degenerate into an inhuman state.
So, if I treat myself as a blood bag, will I still degenerate into a non-human?
Maybe not, maybe it will be even more inhumane, Feng Mu couldn’t say for sure, but he planned to try, he had no choice.
The situation suddenly changed. Ma Bin would obviously speed up his promotion. The police station was about to close in, and the black market traders were also provoked... All kinds of dangers, both overt and covert, gave Feng Mu a feeling that the situation was going to escalate.
If the above dangers could come one by one in sequence, Feng Mu would be confident that he could hold on.
However, Feng Mu had a strange feeling. He vaguely felt that these gunpowder barrels that did not seem to be stacked together might be detonated at the same time and create a huge firework explosion.
For one gunpowder barrel, Feng Mu said that [Iron Eater] could handle it; for two gunpowder barrels, Feng Mu felt that [Blood Madness] could also handle it; but, if three gunpowder barrels were stacked together, it might not be able to handle it without [Feast].
Feng Mu wanted to watch the fireworks, and was even a little eager to light some fireworks, but he absolutely did not want to be blown to pieces and become a firework in the eyes of others.
The blood in the three syringes is just enough to fill the thermos cup.
Feng Mu tightened the lid of the cup and put it in his bag. From tomorrow on, he would carry it with him every day.
"Unfortunately, the shelf life of blood is only 24 hours after it leaves the body," Feng Mu thought. Fortunately, he could change it every day.
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The 24-hour shelf life was not a number Feng Mu came up with on the spur of the moment, but one he had tested a few days ago, although it was not for drinking.
But it is done by induction.
Feng Mu discovered when he drew blood for the first time that if his own blood was stored in a metal container after leaving the body, he could sense the location and activity of the blood.
He once had a bloody battle with Zhang Tong, but the blood he lost could not be sensed because it splashed onto the ground and was directly contaminated and instantly inactivated.
After drawing blood that day, he discovered this feature when he quietly took the iron basin to the bathroom to empty the toilet.
He could sense the blood when it was in the iron basin, but the sense disappeared when the blood was poured into the toilet.
Therefore, Feng Mu deduced that his blood needed metals, and further, iron metals to be stored in order to remain active outside the body.
It makes sense. After all, [Crazy Blood] and [Iron Eater] are terms that were born together, so it's inevitable that they have some special bond with each other. However, using iron metal to store blood will not keep it active forever, it can only last for 24 hours. After 24 hours, Feng Mu will not be able to sense his own blood.
By the way, this kind of sensing is regardless of distance, which means that if someone steals Feng Mu’s iron can of blood, then within 24 hours, even if that person runs to the ends of the earth, Feng Mu can still sense the coordinates of that can of blood.
A seemingly useless little ability. After all, Feng Mu couldn't think of anyone crazy enough to steal his blood.
But, what if it is used in reverse? Feng Mu put the syringe back into the drawer, his eyes stayed on the black core for a while, and the outline of a trick began to brew in his mind.
"If it really works, then the black core might really be able to gain a lot of weight~" Feng Mu murmured to himself, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.
He stood by the window, watching the night gradually darken outside. He couldn't see the person who was following and monitoring him, but he knew that person must not have left.
Which one would it be?
A middle-aged man with a chrysanthemum-shaped smile, a plain dark face, or the dark face that plays with ants? Draw the curtains.
Feng Mu gathered his thoughts, immersed himself in the world, and began to do gymnastics...
(End of this chapter)
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