Chapter 71 Deep Blue? Add some points! (Please read more)
Ps: In the last two chapters, Dark No. 2 and Dark No. 1 were reversed. Dark No. 1 is the current one, and No. 2 is the fool who plays with ants. It has been corrected. Thank you book friends for reminding me.
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Clang! Clang, clang, clang.
In the blink of an eye, the fist of Tuo Zui broke a piece of bone, but it was not the mask, but a piece of white bone thorn growing on the opponent's shoulder within a short distance.
Like a dense forest protecting the city, it blocked the crossbow arrows shot from afar with layer upon layer of tree trunks.
Dark No. 1's fists finally reached 1 centimeter away from Feng Mu's face, which was exactly the distance where his chest stopped suddenly in front of the circle of ribs.
One makes no progress, and the other makes no progress at all.
Every inch of progress means the difference between life and death.
Dark No. 1's ankles were grabbed, his fists were blocked, and only one leg was left, making it difficult for him to pose a threat.
His dark complexion turned red, his eyes widened, staring at the true face in front of him, and he said in disbelief: "It's you?"
In a flash, Feng Mu completed the point addition, and his agility instantly soared from 2.2 to 4.2, nearly doubling again.
The bones seemed to become lighter. In a flash, the mask on the face fell off, and the bony thorns on the shoulders grew rapidly.
The ossified form controlled by [Plastic Embryo (White)] can only appear locally in two parts at the same time. The original switching between different parts has a bit of gap, or it is called the pre-casting swing.
But the surge in agility shortened this moment.
Of course there are still gaps, but these fleeting gaps are no longer something that Dark No. 1 can capture.
In the eyes of Dark No. 1, the latter's falling mask and the wildly growing bone thorns were completely synchronized switching without any delay.
He stared at the face he had just seen from a close distance, his pupils shrinking sharply. He never imagined that this was the face hidden under the gloomy bone mask.
Isn't this the new cremator at the incinerator? We wanted to use him to lure the lame weirdo behind him who coveted the black core, how could it be him?
The fierceness in Feng Mu's eyes faded away, and his face returned to calmness, as if he had returned to the time when they first met, with a slightly nervous and dull face, but his tone was unusually calm: "Yes, it's me."
When Dark No. 1 heard this decisive answer, his expression changed from gloomy to bright.
He seemed to have figured out that he and his friends had been deceived, but behind this understanding, there emerged more doubts and fears that he could not understand.
You're just a cremator? Did you invent the lame weirdo?
Have you discovered the secret of the black core? You can freely control the transformation into a corpse, and you are also a member of the church, but isn't this research still in the theoretical stage? How is it possible?
Who are you? Feng Mu ignored Dark No. 1's complicated psychological activities. He immediately used his finger hook to cut off the other party's remaining two tendons in his hands and the last tendon in his foot.
Only his four limbs were broken, leaving one limb for the enemy. No one could say that Feng Mu was not merciful.
Looking at the latter lying motionless on the ground with all four limbs broken, Feng Mu finally retracted the protruding bones and returned to his human appearance.
He can now feel at ease to have a "reunion of old friends" conversation with the other party.
Outside the dilapidated building, some distance away, there was a car waiting with its lights off.
Ma Wei sat upright, his hands still on the steering wheel, his palms sweaty, and he turned his head to look out the window from time to time.
Ma Bin was very calm. He was certain that the last person to come out of the building would be [Mask].
Even though [Mask]'s early record of 1 vs 3 was exaggerated, even though [Mask] repeatedly emphasized that he was also a think tank member, and even though Ma Bin had never witnessed [Mask]'s true strength with his own eyes.
Moreover, [Mask] has an extremely bad character, but precisely because of these, Ma Bin is full of confidence that [Mask] will win.
This was a sinister, cunning and despicable villain, and now that he had become his [superior], he felt a sense of security that he did not want to admit.
"It's out." Ma Wei got out of the car immediately and opened the trunk.
Ma Bin sat in the passenger seat without moving, glanced indifferently at the rearview mirror, and fastened his seat belt again.
Feng Mu threw Dark No. 1 in with one hand as if he was picking up a chick.
The trunk, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly became crowded.
Boss Zheng was lying flat on his back with his head in his arms. The dark-skinned No. 1, whose limbs were disabled, was bent into a weird shape and curled up opposite him, with his dark face just falling under Boss Zheng's crotch.
The three of them looked at each other, and no one spoke.
Ma Wei took a quick look, quickly closed the trunk, and took a step ahead to open the rear door, following closely behind the horse like a loyal follower.
The car started and headed to the next location.
…….arrive at the next location.
Ma Wei was digging a hole on the ground, while Ma Bin stood aside expressionlessly, playing with the eyeball in his hand all the time. Dark No. 1 was carried out of the trunk and collapsed on the ground with his head tilted to the side.
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The soil was dug up and three suitcases were dug out.
When the first two were dug out, Ma Bin's eyes twitched slightly. When the third suitcase was dug out, Dark No. 1 widened his eyes, and a strong emotional fluctuation appeared on his dying face.
Feng Mu brushed off the dirt on the suitcases, opened the last suitcase, and revealed the neatly arranged large black cores inside.
The last remaining fantasy in Dark No. 1's heart was strangled. He stared at Feng Mu, his teeth trembling: "Why is the box here with you?"
Feng Mu half squatted down, took out a large black core, then a small black core, and placed them both in front of Dark No. 1's head.
Ma Wei continued digging the pit, which would be used to bury the body later. He was very skilled at this job.
While digging the hole, he secretly glanced at the side out of the corner of his eye.
In the dark night, there was an excited head lying on the ground, a black core emitting a faint glow was placed in front of him, and there was a gloomy mask that was never emotional.
Like a picture, evil yet elegant, gloomy yet powerful, it was imprinted in Ma Wei's eyes and became a nightmare that haunted him at midnight for the rest of his life.
It was like a seed, trembling and excited, fearful but fascinated, planted in Ma Wei's soul and became a desire that quietly sprouted deep in his heart.
[Mask] gently stroked the black core. His metallic voice was cold and elegant. There was no trace of coercion in his voice, which formed a sharp contrast with the face on the ground with bulging veins and a low roar.
It was like a calm doctor soothing his volatile mentally ill friend.
He said, "Don't worry. I know you have a lot of questions. It happens that I have some questions too. We can exchange them one by one."
"Don't worry, I am a person who values fairness and reason the most. I won't force you. Tonight is still a long night, you can take your time to think about it."
"After you've thought about it, answer me a question first. How are these big black cores processed?"
"Ma Wei, don't be distracted. Dig the hole well and dig it deeper so that our friends won't feel crowded after moving in."
The tongue of Dark No. 1 was stiff, and the resentment, anger, anxiety and impatience stuck in his throat were all swallowed back into his stomach weakly and dejectedly in the unhurried tone of [Mask].
He replied: "Don't bury me with others. I am used to sleeping alone."
The gentle laughter of [Mask] echoed in the wind...
(End of this chapter)
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