Chapter 342: The Feast Lives: Hunger

Inside the empty incineration room, the lingering scent of bones from corpses in the air intertwined with low, continuous muttering.

Like a loving father coaxing a timid infant with gentle persuasion, as if urging the baby to crawl into his arms and call him father.

The scene was full of moving affection and eeriness.

But the timid infant never made a sound, as if dead, which truly tested a father's patience and wisdom.

Question:

How to teach an infant to obey his father's commands?

Feng Mu lightly raised one eyebrow, his tone revealing gentleness and concern:

"This feast has almost all been fed into your belly, look how well Father has raised you, so you must learn gratitude and obedience, understand?"

Feng Mu paused, his voice cooling by three degrees:

"Obedient children get to eat, disobedient children won't have another big meal, okay~"

The method Feng Mu chose was—weaning the infant.

His educational philosophy worked, because a faint character appeared on his retina—【Hungry!】

In the past, Feng Mu's heart was full of countless guesses; he had found many clues and pieces of evidence, but nothing compared to the direct impact this "Hungry" character brought, so strong and certain.

"My entries are responding to me; they are indeed alive, and have already nurtured consciousness within my body!"

Feng Mu's heart was both surprised and delighted, various thoughts brewing in his mind, while his face bloomed with an increasingly gentle smile.

His mouth corner rose slightly, revealing a row of white teeth, his voice soft as a spring breeze, gently soothing:

"Baby, good child, Father will never let you go hungry. Tell Daddy, how much more do you want to eat to be full and not feel hungry anymore?"

Perhaps surrounded by Feng Mu's warm affection, this response was quick and clear, with noticeably more words:

【Two, three, add up to 100, hungry, so hungry, sleepy!】

The magatama in Feng Mu's eyes spun wildly, his eyes flashing with evil and bewitching light; he took a deep breath, then, like coaxing a child, said with a beaming smile:

"Sleepy? Sleep a while first; Father will prepare food, and when it's ready, Father will wake you again. Sleep, my good child, sleep peacefully."

Feng Mu waited a while; seeing no subtitle response, he thought gloomily:

"Maybe he slept after hearing my words, but maybe he's pretending to be dead again, hehe—"

Feng Mu didn't rush to judge; as a good father, he was willing to give his unborn child the utmost trust until he could find evidence of the child lying.

For honest good children, adopt one set of parenting philosophy;

For lying bad children, adopt another set of parenting philosophy;

Only by teaching according to aptitude—he didn't want to learn from Feng Ju and raise his own child into another Feng Mu or Feng Yuhuai.

"Still need two or three bodies of blood food, pile the blood bar to 100, then 【Grand Feast】 can fill the belly, then upgrade to the next phase, or simply crawl out of the father's womb?"

Feng Mu put away his phone; the magatama in his pupils gradually dissipated, restoring pitch-black, unfathomable eyes.

Food of course had to be fed; a good dad wouldn't not cook for his child, but definitely not today—although the prison was full of "fresh milk" everywhere, the infant was at the peak of vitality, and going hungry a while longer didn't matter.

Feng Mu walked back to the office; now he was the Minister of the Internal Investigation Department, with his own independent office in the Second Prison.

The office was spacious; Feng Mu had few demands for his office—just a place where, apart from busy work, he could stretch his body and cultivate martial arts.

So this office was fully three times the size of other offices, knocked through by Song Ping'an during the afternoon, who broke down the walls of several offices and merged them into one.

On the doorplate, five characters in Wei Stele script—"Minister of the Internal Investigation Department"—were seeping with paint; this was Song Ping'an's housewarming gift written with a gun barrel dipped in prisoner blood.

Apart from Feng Mu's personal office, almost all other rooms of the Internal Investigation Department had been converted into interrogation rooms.

At this moment, these interrogation rooms were half full, and every room still had its lights on; interrogation work was proceeding intensely.

Clearly, the members of the Internal Investigation Department mostly had no intention of sleeping, collectively working diligently, staying up all night to organize one bloodstained confession after another.

Feng Mu hadn't forced them to work overtime; they had all voluntarily applied to stay up late and work overtime. Every one of them was like they'd been injected with chicken blood, stirring up fighting spirit and potential, turning into workaholics grinding away.

Feng Mu no longer participated in interrogations; he had absolute trust in every member of the Internal Investigation Department, believing they could independently and efficiently complete their respective tasks.

At the far end of the corridor came the violent hissing of typewriters; those members with bloodshot eyes, like searchlights that never went out, branded confessions into barbed nooses.

Although this department was only formed today, the cohesion and organizational power it displayed had already steadily surpassed the entire prison.

Feng Mu stepped into the office and glanced at the clock on the wall—22:44.

He likewise had no intention of going to sleep; for several consecutive days he had been entangled in internal personnel struggles within the prison, and today he finally had a moment of leisure. He intended to cultivate martial arts properly, to clear his mind and refresh his spirit.

Being human—either struggle, or kill, or practice martial arts; where is there leisure to sleep? That's what the dead do.

So the formula of this world is—those who sleep less will eventually eat those who sleep more.

Feng Mu wanted to be the one who sleeps the least, or not at all; thus, one day, he could eat everyone bite by bite.

"The living don't need to close their eyes," Feng Mu thought, licking the metallic fishy taste between his teeth. "The dead can sleep eternally."

【You are immersed in selfless cultivation!】

【Seven Killing Fist Flesh Third Solution proficiency increased by 8 points.】

【Seven Killing Fist Flesh Second Solution proficiency also increased by 8 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step · Flesh Third Solution proficiency increased by 5 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step · Flesh Second Solution proficiency increased by 5 points.】

……..

Feng Ju listened to the blind tone on the phone, his face dark as iron, his chest filled with malicious anger, feeling he wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

"My son is rebellious and unfilial, infuriating me to death; fortunately, I still have a well-behaved, filial daughter!"

Feng Ju stood by the blue-white car, taking deep breaths, then picked up the phone and called Feng Yuhuai.

The malicious anger the old father had received from his son urgently needed to be countered by his daughter's sweet voice—this was Feng Ju's wisdom as a father over the years.

He had always done this; so in the past at home, he habitually praised his daughter while scolding his son, also having this emotional need.

Unlike that rebellious son, Feng Yuhuai's phone usually connected quickly, and this time was no exception.

Hearing his daughter's obedient greeting from the receiver, Feng Ju felt the malicious anger in his heart instantly melt away by more than half; he unconsciously smiled and asked:

"At this hour, you're preparing to rest in the dormitory, aren't you?"

Faint static came from the other end of the phone call; for some reason, the sound seemed oddly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere not long ago.

His daughter's reply was also unexpected, carrying a touch of delight and playfulness:

"No, I'm a little hungry. I'm having a late-night snack with my classmates, hee hee——"

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