Chapter 270: No Survivors on This Road

Humans are probably the only species that, even at death's door, still remember to splash dirty water on their own kind — truly filthy.

Born a human, Feng Mu felt deeply ashamed!

"Compared to your ghostly appearance stuffed full of wires, I — nothing but bone and flesh — am the one showing respect to humanity."

This time Feng Mu did not get angry; for the dying he always had a bit more tolerance and patience.

He gently tugged at the wires protruding from the other's eye sockets and explained in a soft, gentle voice:

"What's the fuss? It's just drinking a bit of your blood — that's nothing, anyway you're about to die, right?"

Feng Mu paused, then said with deep emotion: "Besides, in this world, which living person hasn't drunk another's blood? Haven't you?"

"If you hadn't, your blood couldn't possibly be flowing with such rich nutrition."

【You absorbed a share of blood; that blood contained an extremely high concentration of resentment.】

【The E-Iron stored in your body is being digested.】

Feng Mu was not surprised that the man before him carried resentment; what slightly surprised him was:

"So transferring and absorbing resentment doesn't necessarily require exhausting combat — drinking blood directly works too."

Of course, in most cases, wanting to drink someone's blood probably still involves a fair amount of violence.

The peeper grinned, baring teeth; blood filled the gaps between his teeth — blood that appeared to be his own, but who knows, before today, whose blood filled those gaps?

"That's right, that expression — grinning with bared teeth."

Feng Mu always liked to counsel the dying, so they wouldn't depart carrying too much negative emotion.

His way of doing things was actually a bit like the Ancient Primordial Era, when some death-row prisoners would receive a priest's prayer before execution — a final rite of atonement.

Mm, Feng Mu was that merciful priest.

He said: "How many people's blood have you drunk? Do you still remember? You definitely don't remember anymore, so you being drunk by me now — don't resent it; the eater is eternally eaten."

The peeper opened his mouth wide and said with difficulty, haltingly: "You… you too, will… be… gnawed… away."

Feng Mu did not refute, even nodding deeply in agreement:

"You're right — someday I'll be eaten too. On this road, either the person ahead turns back and eats you, or the person behind catches up and bites you to death; in short, this is destined to be a road with no survivors."

The peeper's left eye was bloodshot; he stared dead at Feng Mu, voice hoarse: "I… will wait… for you!"

Feng Mu shook his head and said meaningfully: "Just waiting isn't enough; before death you ought to do something so I can come down to keep you company faster."

Feng Mu grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth, and said sincerely:

"So tell me who sent you to harm me; I'll go find him later. That way, when you're down there, walk a bit slower — one of us, him or me, will soon come down to keep you company."

An old friend's face involuntarily surfaced in the peeper's mind; he seemed somewhat moved by Feng Mu's words.

His face first showed pain and struggle, then twisted into a sickly miserable laugh, as if possessed by a ghost; he squeezed a name from his lips with difficulty: "Zuo Bai!"

Feng Mu rapidly searched this name in his heart, but found he did not know anyone named "Zuo Bai" in his memory at all.

He strongly suspected the peeper was trying to deceive him, but he had no way to verify, so he could only temporarily keep the name in the bottom of his heart.

Feng Mu did not give up and continued pressing two more questions, but the peeper clamped his lips shut and refused to answer, until a mixture of blood and machine oil welled from his nostrils.

Feng Mu let out a light sigh — both helpless at the peeper's silence and frustrated at his own failed interrogation.

He extended a pale, jade-like bone finger and, right before the peeper's eyes, lightly traced a line, splitting that tattered chest cavity wide open from the middle.

His gaze penetrated the bloody, mangled wound and fell on that heart wrapped and entangled in blood vessels and wires; the two magatama-shaped pupils in his eyes rotated eerily at this moment.

"Your heart looks quite delicious; therefore, you have the honor of having your name remembered by me."

Feng Mu licked his dry lips, as if bidding farewell to an old friend about to depart, and asked casually:

"Tell me, your name is…"

After giving the name "Zuo Bai," the peeper opened his lips again and reported his own name with difficulty: "Cheng Gao."

At this moment Feng Mu could be certain the other was not lying, because the blood bar above the peeper's head was providing real-time verification for Feng Mu.

Mechanical semi-modified human ambushing in secret 【74/997】.

The name before the blood bar gradually blurred, and in a moment re-condensed into — Mechanical semi-modified human · Cheng Gao 【68/997】.

Looking at the confirmed true name reset on the blood bar, the corner of Feng Mu's mouth curled into a mysterious arc.

From the very beginning, Feng Mu never truly expected the peeper to cooperate and tell him the instigator behind him.

This person not only had hard bones, but even spat machine oil from his mouth — how could Feng Mu believe what he said at death's door?

Moreover, the other's clothes were shredded, yet not even a phone or wallet dropped; he carried not a single thing that could prove his identity.

Feng Mu circled around interrogating, but it was all feints to slowly lower the other's vigilance; what he truly wanted to ask was only this last seemingly offhand question.

Feng Mu gently removed the other's heart, then politely sent the latter a bedtime greeting:

"Cheng Gao, is it? I've remembered this name. Then, goodbye, Cheng Gao."

As the bone finger withdrew from the chest cavity, Cheng Gao's entire body's blood seemed to be instantly sucked dry; his bones were dehydrated and wind-dried, and a light touch shattered them into a floor of residue, mixed with a pool of steel bars and wire wreckage reeking of machine oil.

If someone passed by at this moment, they would probably find it hard to believe the pool on the ground was human corpse remains, and would only mistake it for a pile of mechanical parts scrap.

【Mechanical semi-modified human · Cheng Gao 【0/997】.

The modified human is understanding — even the corpse disposal work was saved for Feng Mu.

Feng Mu lowered his head to look at the heart in his hand, and a line of subtitles appeared on his retina:

【You are peering into a half-mechanical, half-flesh human heart!】

【From this heart, you have glimpsed an ability that has not yet dissipated.】

【Dynamic Capture Lv3:

The possessor of this ability has unusual keen insight; their eyes are like precision instruments, able to perceive the minute details of the vast majority of movements, making feigned actions difficult to interfere with or deceive.

They can precisely capture every tiny movement of an opponent, thereby seizing the initiative and making accurate prejudgments of the enemy's next action.】

Note: Dynamic Capture's insight depends not only on ability level, but is also affected by the speed difference between the ability user and the target.】

【Copy?】

…….

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