Chapter 240: Are You Willing to Offer Up Your Death for Me?

The word "friend" made Wang Cong's whole body tremble in an instant, his pitch-black heart as if thoroughly pierced by a cold scalpel, his legs went soft like a pile of mud without support, and he knelt powerlessly at Feng Mu's feet, tears welling up, unable to speak through sobs.

Wang Cong's face was full of regret, his throat felt blocked by something, his voice broken and intermittent, unable to form complete sentences:

"Feng Mu, I, I, I..."

Feng Mu, as always understanding, spoke for Wang Cong:

"I know, you secretly swapped my electric baton, and you put dirty things in my rice, I know it all."

Wang Cong wept uncontrollably, he blankly raised his head, snot and tears flowing back, smearing his whole face.

Feng Mu felt no disgust at all, he slowly took out a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped the snot and tears from Wang Cong's face.

Feng Mu said gently: "If you want to climb up, you must always keep yourself clean, how could you forget so quickly, Captain Wang Cong."

Wang Cong felt the touch and warmth through the tissue on his face, recalling the scene when he first met Feng Mu, the other person kindly handing him a towel to wipe his face.

How he wished time could return to that day, if he could do it all over again, he definitely wouldn't...

Wang Cong stared blankly at Feng Mu, he bit his lips until they bled, he said hoarsely:

"Feng Mu, thank you for teaching me so much, I am sorry to you, I broke my word, I betrayed you, I can't take you up with me anymore, you go, don't dirty your hands, I will set myself on fire later, burning my filthy body and soul clean."

Wang Cong removed the tissue from his face, some dirt still remained on his face, but his expression was cleaner than ever before, he thanked from the bottom of his heart:

"Thank you, for being willing to see me one last time before I die, I want to tell you, meeting you is the happiest thing in my life."

Feng Mu was willing to believe Wang Cong's words were sincere, he couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart:

"Indeed, a person is only cleanest at birth and before death, but this can't be entirely blamed on people, it's that the world is too dirty."

Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu without blinking, as if to imprint this face into his soul, taking it into the Yellow Springs Hell.

Wang Cong suddenly seemed to think of something, urgently said to Feng Mu:

"By the way, you must be careful of Prison Warden Qian Huan, he is more sinister and evil than Tian Tao and Chang Wei, it was he who instigated me to betray you, you absolutely must not believe the Prison Warden's words in the future."

Feng Mu sighed and said: "I know, I know all of it, so, Captain Wang Cong, don't say these unhappy things anymore."

Wang Cong was stunned, not quite understanding Feng Mu's meaning, he was prepared to die, what else could he say if not these?

Feng Mu said seriously: "Do not cry, because I do not believe in tears, tears are the cheapest repayment in this world; also do not repent, because I do not accept it, it has no value to me."

Wang Cong opened his mouth, and then heard Feng Mu continue to say gently by his ear:

"If you want to repay me, you should not use your own tears, but use the enemy's blood to pave the stairs for me to constantly climb upward."

"If you want to reduce the sins in your heart, you should not just kneel by my feet to repent, but should cut off the enemy's heads and pile them by my feet."

"Captain Wang Cong, what do you think?"

Wang Cong blinked lightly, his eyes full of disbelief, he looked at Feng Mu, in the depths of his pupils gradually flickered sparks of hope, a dazzling hope and desire that could almost pierce the darkness.

He swallowed hard with difficulty, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked: "I committed such a betrayal against you, you... are you still willing to believe me again?"

Feng Mu's understanding of loyalty and betrayal was different from ordinary people, in most people's eyes, loyalty is absolute, betrayal is unforgivable.

Ordinary people might be more willing to believe someone who is clean and pure, without the stain of betrayal.

Feng Mu was different, he believed those who had never betrayed were simply because they had never faced true temptation, once temptation came, these people might more easily succumb to temptation and betray.

But those who had betrayed once were different, they had swallowed the candy, if they had paid a painful price for it, next time they would not easily betray again.

Wang Cong was such a person.

He ate the candy given by the Prison Warden, it could not even be called eating, he had already paid a price he did not want to recall for a lifetime.

Feng Mu was a merciful person, he was willing to give every person who had awakened a chance to return from the wrong path.

So, he said to Wang Cong: "If it is the living you, I might find it hard to fully believe, but if it is the dead you, I am willing to believe you once more!"

Wang Cong's mind went blank, he almost doubted his hearing had a problem: "What?"

Feng Mu stood up from the sofa, half-squatting in front of Wang Cong, looking at Wang Cong eye to eye with a calm and polite face, said gently: "What I mean is, are you willing to offer up your death for me?"

Wang Cong still didn't quite understand Feng Mu's meaning, but he still nodded, sincerely said: "I am willing."

Pfft!

Wang Cong stiffly turned his neck, lowered his head, and saw Feng Mu holding a warm, moist heart in his hand, beating while dripping blood.

As he lowered his head he saw a bloody hole in his chest, he blankly raised his head, looking at Feng Mu with blurred vision, there was not a trace of resentment in his eyes, only a deep sense of relief.

His body weakly leaned forward, his head bumped against Feng Mu's shoulder, as if seeking comfort at the end of life, he used the last bit of strength of living in his body, exhaled his last breath by Feng Mu's ear:

"So good, my heart, not completely black, you dyed it red again!"

Feng Mu gently patted Wang Cong's back, picked up his corpse, slowly laid him flat on the sofa, his gaze did not look like looking at a dead person, more like gazing at a sleeping friend.

Feng Mu lowered his head, five fingers gently clenched, the heart in his hand burst apart, then, his palm trembled, the pores on his palm came alive as if, greedily sucking the blood on the surface clean.

Feng Mu unhurriedly extended a finger bone, aiming at the hole in Wang Cong's chest.

On his fingertip, a drop of sticky blood slowly seeped out from the gap of his fingernail, then, fell straight down, falling into Wang Cong's chest.

Ding dong!

Like a drop of ink dripping into dry earth, accompanied by rapid thumping sounds, visible to the naked eye, a pitch-black ice-cold heart writhed, deformed, and grew out...

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