Chapter 604 Why is he in my consciousness?
Feng Ju's tone was natural and casual, and the reasons he gave were reasonable.
Moreover, everyone was sitting at the same table conspiring to lose their heads. Even out of the most basic humanity, if there really was a backup, it would not seem like a big deal to take it out and show it to Feng Ju.
The most important thing is that Feng Ju laid so much groundwork that it was hard for anyone to doubt that "killing the special envoy" was just a cover Feng Ju threw out, and his seemingly casual mention of the parchment at this moment was his real purpose.
Chang Erbing subconsciously looked at Li Shang, a hint of hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Li Shang frowned slightly, as if he was a little deceived, and was about to speak.
Ma Bin, who had been silent all this time, sighed softly and spoke first:
"Captain Feng, I'm so sorry that you can't see it. It's not that we didn't think about backing up, but..."
He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses met Feng Ju's scrutiny calmly.
"That parchment scroll is very weird!"
He paused, as if recalling the scene at that time, and his voice unconsciously lowered:
“We tried taking pictures. Both high-precision digital cameras and old-fashioned film cameras.
But the pictures that were taken were either automatically distorted during storage or blurred quickly after development, and finally turned into a meaningless mass of color. "
Ma Bin continued:
"Later we tried to copy it, but either the lines we drew became distorted or the paint became cloudy and discolored for unknown reasons. The weirdest thing was that one of the copies we had worked so hard to complete caught fire without anyone touching it.
In short, there seems to be some mysterious force preventing the contents of the parchment from being copied."
Chang Erbing was about to take out his cell phone to show Feng Ju the photos, and his expression changed at this moment.
If he hadn't known that the photos were still stored in his phone, he would have almost thought that what Ma Bin said was the truth.
Although Chang Erbing didn't understand why Ma Bin lied, he was not stupid after all. He nodded immediately after hearing what was said:
"Yes, yes, it's weird. That parchment scroll is a bit weird."
Li Shang seemed to realize something, and he sighed deeply, with a sincere apology on his face:
“But there’s nothing to see, just some random scribbles put together to form a distorted human face.
When we were studying it before, we would feel dizzy after looking at it for a few more times. "
As he spoke, he stared at Feng Ju without blinking and added:
"Captain Feng, if you are really curious, you can take the parchment scroll from the special envoy if we can accomplish our mission."
Feng Ju's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the three people. He could sense that the three people did not seem to be telling the complete truth, but he could not continue to ask.
Asking a question comes from feeling, and asking further questions will arouse suspicion.
In this case, the special envoy really has to die.
Feng Ju's face became even gloomier, but he did not continue to dwell on this topic. He just squeezed out a cold word from between his teeth:
"In that case, forget it. Let's get on with business. We don't have much time left."
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As time goes by, a "murder" plan against the special envoy is gradually taking shape.
"If we can really kill the special commissioner, we will put the blame on [Mask]."
Feng Ju slammed the table for the last time and said in a sinister voice.
He was actually not very willing to put the blame on [Mask], as it might backfire on him later, but he couldn't think of another suitable candidate in the short term.
Li Shang did not object and nodded:
"Yes, it just so happens that the special envoy has been chasing [Mask] all the time, so it makes sense that he died at [Mask]'s hands in the end."
Ma Bin's eyes moved between the two of them for a moment, and finally he slowly uttered a word: "Okay."
………..
Nothing happened all day.
Only practice.
Feng Mu practiced martial arts frantically in the second prison.
[You are focused on your practice and are practicing diligently.]
[Without the symbiote, your cultivation speed is ↓↓↓]
[The statistics of your cultivation achievements are as follows:]
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]
Proficiency +217
Current: Advanced (618/5000)
[Seven Killing Fist Blood and Flesh Second Solution]
Proficiency +217
Current: Intermediate (673/5000)
[Soul-Chasing Steps Blood and Flesh Three Solutions]
Proficiency +145
Current: Intermediate (1734/2500)
[Soul Chasing Step Blood and Flesh Second Solution]
Proficiency +145
Current: Intermediate (1401/2500)
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Feng Mu's cultivation speed was still far beyond that of ordinary people, but compared with his previous rocket-like rapid progress, now it was more like an airplane moving forward steadily. This gap still made him feel uncomfortable.
For the first time in his life, he found practicing martial arts boring.
On the first day the filial son left, his longing for his father came flooding in like a tide.
But Feng Mu still did not stop practicing, because a villain must be able to endure loneliness.
If you want to practice, you have to practice; if you don’t want to practice, you have to practice even more.
Practice quickly and practice slowly even more.
As Feng Mu practiced, the shadows under his feet also danced.
Venom is not around, but he still has his shadow.
The shadow seemed to want to use this violent synchronized dance to wake up the father's attention and convey its weak but persistent consciousness.
Unfortunately, Shadow's consciousness is very weak, especially after being parasitized by the venom once, it has become even weaker.
His voice could not reach his father's mind at all.
Shadow: “…” Father, look at me, you need to understand clearly that Venom’s cultivation talent was stolen from me.
Feng Mu seemed unaware and was still immersed in his cultivation.
Maybe he heard it, maybe not, but either way, he chose to ignore it.
After all, on the system interface, the entry for [Shadow Symbiosis] remained unchanged, still displaying coldly:
[Shadow Symbiosis] (Gold)
Your shadow is not just a reflection of light, but an independent existence that is gradually awakening. It will become your second body, living and dancing with you.
…….
Ps:
"Your shadow is your most loyal friend, but also your most dangerous enemy!"
"The most loyal partner" was directly ignored by Feng Mu, and his eyes were full of the label "the most dangerous enemy".
The system's labeling could never be wrong—Shadow was a born rebel.
incubation?
Not even a bit of hatching!
He was considering when to hatch Shadow after he had smoothed over Shadow's rebelliousness, otherwise he would have to hand him over to Venom for more education.
This process is called "熬影"!
And just when Feng Mu missed his eldest son, his eldest son was also missing him and his...shadow brother.
In the dark and empty bedroom, Qian Huan quietly soaked in the fish tank.
The "dead head" in his hands suddenly twitched strangely, and the pair of originally bulging pale eyeballs were instantly completely dyed black like ink.
Taking advantage of the dead of night when no one is in the house, Venom is practicing his skills inside the skull.
But unfortunately, after practicing for a while, Venom could feel that his martial arts skills had not improved at all.
He really doesn't have the same extraordinary martial arts talent as his father.
First attempt at fantasy training, failed!!!
"Is it because this head is dead?"
Venom was thinking, his dark eyes rolling around, staring straight at Qian Huan's face above his head.
The next second, pitch-black mucus seeped out from the dead black eyeballs, turning into countless hair-thin mucus, slowly crawling over Qian Huan's fair skin in silence.
The mucus gathered on Qian Huan's face and flowed in from his nostrils, the corners of his eyes, and between his slightly open lips. The whole process was so strange and creepy, but there was no sound at all.
The influx of mucus lasted for about half a minute.
When the last ray of black disappeared from Qian Huan's mouth and nose, the dead head that was being held seemed to have completely lost some kind of support, and became even grayer and more dead.
At the same time, Qian Huan's body, which was immersed in the fish tank, twitched slightly.
It's a pity that no one saw this scene.
Only those who are in a coma and on the verge of death know that the deepest part of consciousness is boundless, absolute, and despairing darkness.
There is no direction, no time, no sound, no touch, only a void, sticky darkness that can completely freeze the soul.
Qian Huan felt that his consciousness was exiled in this dark abyss.
He felt like he was sinking, sinking endlessly, with no chance of reaching the bottom.
He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed blocked. He wanted to struggle, but his limbs seemed bound by invisible chains. He wanted to think, but his thoughts seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, too heavy to move.
Only boundless fear and a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him.
Crying to the sky will get no response, and calling to the earth will get no help.
In this pure, hopeless darkness, I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, a glimmer of light... No, it was not light, but a figure slowly walking out of the darkness.
The figure slowly approached, and the footsteps echoed strangely in the void. As the distance got closer, the figure of the man became clearer and more familiar.
That is——Feng Mu? ! !
He just walked out of the darkness like that, like a solid entity condensed from the darkness itself, and he was even wearing the jet-black prison guard uniform of the Second Prison that Qian Huan was very familiar with.
Why is Feng Mu in my consciousness?
Am I dreaming now?
After the initial shock, Qian Huan gradually realized that he seemed to be in a dream.
An extremely clear, extremely real, yet extremely weird...a dream from the first person's perspective.
Consciousness is finally no longer pure darkness.
Instead, it turned into a huge, empty, cold room without a trace of warmth.
The walls, ceiling, and even the floor are made up of countless huge, smooth, spotless mirrors!
From Qian Huan's first-person perspective, he saw his body moving uncontrollably, performing various moves in succession.
Am I practicing martial arts?
I saw that my movements were swift, fierce, ruthless and precise.
The fists were whistling, the legs were like whips, the footwork was strange and erratic, the moves were vicious and tricky, and contained an extremely terrifying desire for killing, like a monster.
Seven Killing Fists!
Soul-chasing step!
Senluo Finger!
What is this special brew?
Qian Huan didn't know these martial arts at all!
But at this moment, in his dream, he found that he was fighting extremely skillfully, as if these moves had been engraved into his bones and integrated into his soul.
Every point of force, every coordination of breathing, and every change of footsteps are all smooth and natural, as if they have been rehearsed thousands of times, and the muscle memory is so deep that it is outrageous!
"This dream of mine is so outrageous!" Qian Huanxin said.
He couldn't control his body, and even his vision was fixed on Feng Mu, like a pervert.
Feng Mu was right in front of him, with his back to him, practicing the same boxing and footwork.
It’s just that his movements are faster, more fierce, and smoother, with an indescribable charm.
Feng Mu is teaching me martial arts?
I was learning martial arts from Feng Mu in my dream?
It’s not like Qian Huan hasn’t had a dream before, and he knows that dreams are usually fragmented, illogical, and illogical, but this dream is too absurd.
I didn’t know how much time had passed in the dream, nor could I count how many kinds of martial arts I had practiced.
It must be a dream anyway. The martial arts in the dream are all fake, so what’s the point of counting?
Finally, the self in the first-person perspective stopped practicing, and was standing up slowly after finishing his training, with his eyes slightly shifted to look in the mirror.
A blurry face was reflected in the mirror, but I could vaguely make out my own facial features.
But vaguely, the facial features seemed to be twisting, wriggling, and dissolving... There seemed to be countless tiny black things wriggling under the skin.
Is this me?
Do I look like this?
Qian Huan felt a little confused. He stared at the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror with an exaggerated grin, smiling at himself...
Yes, this seems to be me? ! !
………
Buzz buzz buzz——
The vibration of the cell phone abruptly interrupted the rhythm of the exercise.
Feng Mu glanced at the virtual number display and raised his eyebrows slightly. It was Ma Bin’s encrypted line.
The call was very brief, and after hanging up, Feng Mu had an amusement look on his face.
Feng Mu learned two pieces of news from the phone, one good news and one bad news.
The good news is that his old father, who had completely given up, seems to have rebounded and is ready to make a big move, and the time is urgent, tentatively scheduled for tomorrow night.
The bad news is that afterwards, his father wanted him to take the blame.
This is not quite accurate. Strictly speaking, [Mask] is not him, but Feng Yuhuai and his boyfriend.
"Oh--"
Feng Mu pursed his lips slightly, and murmured to himself with a half-smile:
"Well, it doesn't have to be one good and one bad. It could also be two good news."
As for what Ma Bin wanted to do with the parchment scroll, Feng Mu only knew some details and not the whole picture.
Ma Bin was very mysterious about this matter and only revealed part of it to him, telling him only that there might be an unexpected surprise after it was accomplished.
Out of trust in Ma Bin, Feng Mu did not ask too many questions. He was not the kind of person who would spoil the fun, and he was happy to leave some suspense and surprises for the rest of the story.
However, during this call, Ma Bin did reveal a few more details to him, mentioning that he wanted to use the sheepskin scroll to catch a big fish.
Feng Mu knew what Ma Bin meant. It was obvious that Feng Ju's involvement had slightly disrupted Ma Bin's plan.
Because he knew with his toes that the big fish Ma Bin was going to catch would definitely not be Feng Ju.
When Ma Bin called at this time, he also seemed to be asking for his instructions.
Feng Mu answered the question on the phone very clearly and concisely, and conveyed a central idea to Ma Bin - the overall situation should be the most important thing.
The overall situation is definitely not Feng Ju, so this sentence translates to:
Continue to fish as you should, as for Feng Ju? It is his luck to be alive, and it is his fate if he cannot survive.
If an ordinary subordinate heard this from his boss, he would probably have doubts in his heart, but Ma Bin would not, he would definitely carry it out.
……..
(End of this chapter)
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