Chapter 37: Inheritance Reward: Tongue-Root Death Curse

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Ma Bin felt the phone in his hand seemed to have turned into a ferocious, bloody maw, swallowing half his head and neck in one gulp.

The sound coming from the phone didn't sound like a human voice, but like a devil chewing his flesh and blood.

"...... That's all. The Green Wolf Gang has a big family and business; they shouldn't mind this little bit from me."

The phone seemed not to hear Ma Bin's heavy breathing, asking with a chuckle.

After waiting ten-odd seconds, Ma Bin took a deep breath, suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart, and said: "You want too many things; I need to prepare a bit. It'll take about a week."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes. Combining the intelligence Ma Wei had passed to him these two days, he had a clear idea: "A week later is Zheng Si's time of death."

Where does preparing things need a week?

Ma Bin clearly intends to use this week to kill Zheng Si with tight drumming and dense gongs, then take the top position.

When the time comes, if I foolishly go collect the acting fee, guess how the next scene will play out?

Yet Feng Mu didn't expose him. Instead, stepping into the identity of the true culprit "Avenger," he said hatefully: "Good. When you act, notify me on this phone. I want to personally slaughter Zheng Si."

"Good!" Ma Bin agreed on the phone, but in his heart he was coldly laughing repeatedly.

Feng Mu suddenly seemed a bit more vigilant, warning: "Absolutely don't think of investigating my identity after hanging up. I'm timid; my stress response is heavy."

Ma Bin originally had this plan, but hearing this he dropped the idea, saying: "We are people with a common goal. Keeping secrets for each other is the basis of cooperation."

Feng Mu understood the implication and laughed loudly: "Rest assured. As long as you don't harbor crooked thoughts, I won't call Zheng Si."

The call could be hung up at this point.

Yet Feng Mu wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he glanced at Hong Mao, whose face was full of panic, fear mixed with a trace of expectation.

Who knows if he was praying Feng Mu would keep his word and let him go, or hoping Bin Ge could save his life over the phone.

Feng Mu smiled and spoke a final sentence into the phone: "Your Hong Mao little brother can't crawl anymore. Do you want to send someone to collect him?"

Feng Mu asked while turning on the speakerphone.

The speakerphone's static-laced noise made the voice sound even more cold and ruthless: "Kill him. A secret known by a third person is no longer a secret."

Beep beep beep.....

The last syllable from the speakerphone hadn't even hit the ground before the phone was hung up — truly not dragging its feet for a single second.

Hong Mao's face was ashen. His mouth gaped open in an 'O' shape. His trembling tongue root couldn't form words; only desperate tears and snot flowed into his mouth, screaming silently for him.

"Look, it's not that I don't want to let you go. Your Bin Ge is determined to silence you~"

"Don't cry. Such an ugly expression doesn't match red hair."

Feng Mu's fingertips gently stroked Hong Mao's neck, like a merciful good person pitying him by his ear.

【27】 "A grievance has a head, a debt has a master. Don't blame me. When you go below, remember to register on King Yama's ledger that the one who wants your life is Ma Bin."

"The debt has its debtor, the grudge its source—don't blame me; when you get down there, make sure King Yama's register records that it was Ma Bin who demanded your life."

Hong Mao's throat was cut. He wanted to speak, but what spilled from his mouth was all blood. He looked seriously at Feng Mu; the hatred in his eyes had obviously lessened.

It is well known that hatred does not disappear into thin air; it only secretly transfers.

Until his dying breath, Hong Mao's eyes stared wide, unable to close.

Feng Mu very thoughtfully waited for Hong Mao to breathe his last, then used both hands to dig like digging tofu, scooping out a pit on the ground and burying him and Huang Mao together in one grave.

Being a man is all about keeping one's word. Since I said I'd bury you here, I absolutely won't let your corpse lie exposed in the wild.

He really did it; I'm crying to death~

【You cruelly killed two people.】

【One was tortured by you until their will to live collapsed.】

【One was full of the will to live yet killed by you, yet transferred their hatred for you before death.】

【You not only kill people, you also play with their emotions. You did a damn fine job~】

【You seem to have touched a bit of the essence of a villain. Inheritance progress gained a slight increase!】

While digging soil to bury the corpses, prompt boxes popped up on his retina one after another, causing Feng Mu's good mood index to drop a notch.

Feng Mu: "....."

I just wanted to simply lessen the guilt of killing. Isn't that very human? How come in the system's mouth it's characterized as playing with the dead's emotions?

This system is toxic, right? Slander as a habit?

【Not only do you kill, you also deeply understand the art of lies.】

【You disguise truth as lies, using a mouthful of truth to clear your suspicion.】

【You disguise lies as truth, using a mouthful of lies to conceal your identity.】

【You used a fake secret to exchange for someone else's real secret. In your mouth, the boundary between true and false was reversed.】

【Speaking recklessly, reversing black and white, truth became a piece of putty, kneaded by you at will into the shape you want to present to the world!】

【In the matter of lying, you lead 99% of the world's villains. I'm truly proud of you. Inheritance progress gained a slight increase.】

Feng Mu: "???"

Feng Mu's expression was strange. The system seemed to be sincerely praising him, but why couldn't his heart feel happy?

The system slanders habitually; I lie masterfully. We two really are a perfect match?

Feng Mu sighed and said quietly in his heart to the system: "As a villain system, please don't speak so honestly in the future, okay?"

The system gave no response.

Just popped up a few more lines of settlement — 【【Game Inheritance Degree Increased, this Inheritance Degree increased to 3%】

【Current Reward Issued, Reward Delivered!】

【Wishing the player a pleasant game......】

Alright~

As long as you keep giving rewards, your slander, I won't quarrel with you over it either. A bit of grievance, I'll grit my teeth and swallow it back into my stomach.

Feng Mu finished burying the last shovelful of earth, looked at the settlement prompt, and beamed: "Shows reward delivered. That means it can directly take effect on me again, right."

Above the three-dimensional character model's head in his Nao Hai, a black exclamation mark lit up.

He tapped it open, and the exclamation mark dissolved into countless symbols, dense as ants, surging into the model's head.

A whisper not quite human sounded in his ears.

【You have inherited an evil god's Secret Art — Tongue Root Death Curse!】

【Tongue Root Death Curse: An extremely vicious blood curse seal; anyone you plant this curse upon cannot leak your information, or their entire body will hemorrhage and die.】

Feng Mu digested the extra evil knowledge in his Nao Hai, thinking: "It's a bit like something from an anime in my past life, only the activation effect is a tiny bit more insidious and terrifying."

Although this reward cannot directly raise combat power, its practicality is still very strong; Feng Mu was very Satisfied.

Licking his Tongue, Feng Mu couldn't help but Complaint/Roast: "The rewards for Inheritance Degree 2% and 3% have already arrived, but the 1% reward is still on the way — that's just seeing a ghost."

It must be mentioned that now, Feng Mu's mindset has already undergone a huge transformation; he no longer really wants to sign for the reward when 【Inheritance Degree 1%】 arrives.

Whether it is lost, or lost, it had best be lost.

Feng Mu doesn't Worry about it being lost now; on the contrary, he Worries that one day it might suddenly Appear before him and give him a huge Surprise out of the blue!!

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