Chapter 90

Three minutes later.

Seven people in pajamas gathered around the round table in the courtyard, and on the table was a portrait of Area 2, a chopstick stabbed through its brow and pinned to the table.

Eldest Senior Brother Li Bashan spoke in a muffled voice, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a strange breath spread out.

He said: "Hong Ya told everyone about Little Junior Brother's matter, right? Little Junior Brother made enemies outside before joining the sect, and I'm very worried."

Yuan Xidi bared his teeth and grinned, so happy he almost jumped off the chair: "Having enemies is great, I'll do it, I'll go help Little Junior Brother kill him."

Gong Qi: "I also have someone I want to deal with recently, but modesty and courtesy are the tradition of our 【Guigui Sect】, my matter isn't urgent, let's handle Little Junior Brother's matter first."

The others exchanged glances, pushing their own recently marked Death Lists back.

Liu Xie looked around, very satisfied with everyone's performance, and concluded: "Very good, just like that, put aside the matters in your own hands for now, stop the people you each want to kill recently for now, and first solve Little Junior Brother's enemies together."

Gong Qi nodded: "Little Junior Brother just joined the sect, so it's inevitable he feels distant from us; we must handle this matter beautifully so he feels the warmth of our 【Guigui Sect】."

Zhao Zhixin wore a look of wisdom: "We first help Little Junior Brother kill people, then later, Little Junior Brother helps us kill people; that's how the affection and trust between senior brothers and sisters is established."

Wang Yu nodded heavily.

Hong Ya stood to the side responsible for clapping and applauding.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was harmonious; the brothers and sisters pooled their ideas and discussed with great passion. Anyone who didn't know them seeing their beaming faces would probably think they were discussing where to go for an outing tomorrow.

Who could have guessed that the words spouting from their mouths were all "extremely criminal" vocabulary.

But it must be mentioned that each of them seemed very experienced, with substance in their words; from using their respective authority to find people, to a series of discussions on killing and destroying corpses, all were very rigorous and scientific.

Just like that, in almost no time, an action plan of 【finding people + killing + destroying corpses】 had a preliminary outline, and was finalized by Liu Xie, who gave this operation the code name — 【Capture Black】!

【Guigui Sect】 was an evil heretical path with not many sect rules to restrain disciples, but the disciples could get along as close as family, relying on exactly this kind of cohesion that outsiders could not imagine.

The so-called three great bonds of life: studying in the same classroom, carrying guns together, visiting prostitutes together... but how could that compare to killing a person together, which could better enter each other's hearts?

Now, 【Guigui Sect】 intended to use this tradition to quickly bring the newly joined Little Junior Brother into this loving big family as well.

Inside the house, Feng Mu, lying on the bed, listened to the heated discussion in the courtyard and felt, since his transmigration, an unprecedented feeling of being cared for and loved like this.

He felt a warm current flowing through his heart, and his eye sockets became slightly moist.

Feng Mu was a person with severe trust issues and had always been accustomed to interpreting others with the greatest malice; despite this, he still harbored suspicion and vigilance toward 【Guigui Sect】.

But for this one second, the stirring in his heart was real, and toward these senior brothers and sisters he had known for less than a day, he felt a trace of emotion called warmth.

Buzz buzz buzz—

The phone on the bedside vibrated, interrupting Feng Mu's tender moment in his heart.

The caller ID showed Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Mu answered the phone expressionlessly: "Hello."

From the other end of the phone came Feng Yuhuai's voice, her voice unusually gentle: "Brother, where are you?"

In his memory, Feng Yuhuai usually called him by his name; suddenly hearing the word "Brother," Feng Mu felt a chill, and goosebumps rose on his neck.

Feng Mu's voice was cold and ruthless: "What is it?"

Feng Yuhuai: "Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong? You're my brother, can't I care about you?"

Feng Mu remained unmoved: "Nothing, I'm hanging up."

A clear sound of inhaling came from the phone, and Feng Yuhuai said in a wronged tone: "Brother, I heard from Mother that you moved out to live alone; how could you move out? A family must live together to be called a family."

Feng Mu gave a cold laugh and said nothing.

Feng Yuhuai advised: "I know Father's attitude toward you wasn't good before, and I wasn't very sensible before either, but Father is like this now; can't you forgive Father? Can you really be so heartless as to leave home?"

"Families fight and scold; where is there an overnight grudge? Besides, even if family members speak a bit harshly, they definitely care about you more than outsiders."

"Come back, Brother; don't make Father and Mother sad. Let our family live well from now on. Once I, your sister, finish university, I guarantee it will be our family's good days."

Feng Mu didn't believe a single word of what Feng Yuhuai said, but he had to admit that this original owner's sister was very skilled.

She played the emotion card, reasoned, and painted big pies, with a tone that was sincere and heartfelt; ordinary people probably really couldn't parry it.

Unfortunately, Feng Yuhuai had miscalculated; Feng Mu didn't hate that home, so where did forgiveness come from?

The one who needed to ask for his forgiveness was the original owner, but the original owner had already died three years ago; Feng Mu had neither the qualification nor the ability to forgive the living on behalf of a dead person.

If you truly want to beg for his forgiveness, you must die first before you have a chance to see him.

Seeing Feng Mu still silent, Feng Yuhuai on the other end of the phone frowned; this wasn't quite like the script she had imagined. When had Feng Mu become so hard-hearted?

She took a deep breath and asked with concern again: "Brother, where exactly do you live? Is it on Wuguan Yitiao Jie? I thought I saw you this afternoon."

She didn't directly ask Feng Mu if he had joined a Martial Arts Hall; that would be too stupid, even though she was extremely suspicious where Feng Mu got the money.

Could it be that Feng Mu didn't give all his wages to Mother, and Feng Mu was lying? But was a Cremation Worker's wage that high? After setting aside a portion for Mother and deducting rent, would there still be money to join a Martial Arts Hall?

Feng Mu made an "oh" sound; he had no obligation to explain to Feng Yuhuai, and he was preparing to hang up the phone.

Feng Yuhuai sensed Feng Mu was impervious to persuasion; after all, she was only a high school student, and she couldn't help but urge anxiously: "Brother, don't go to the Martial Arts Hall; let me tell you, many Martial Halls claim to accept disciples but are all swindlers cheating money."

Feng Mu smiled, baring his teeth: "Feng Yuhuai, your fox tail is showing."

Feng Yuhuai stopped abruptly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice suddenly turning sharp: "Ah?"

Feng Mu added: "Also, you're wrong; accepting disciples at Martial Halls doesn't cost money."

Boom boom boom—

Li Bashan knocked three times on the door and pushed it open; because they had just finished discussing killing, his face still retained a fierce look, and his muffled speech sounded as ferocious as if he wanted to eat people: "Little Junior Brother, sleep in peace; your senior brothers and sisters will kill your enemies for you."

Li Bashan seemed to be afraid Feng Mu would worry about enemies living outside and not dare to sleep, so he came specially to comfort him, because the youngest Little Junior Sister Hong Ya had been like that before.

So, Li Bashan instinctively thought the newly joined Little Junior Brother would probably be the same; that he, being rough and careless, could actually think of this—who would dare say Eldest Senior Brother wasn't meticulous afterward?

Feng Mu looked at the Eldest Senior Brother standing by the bed, giant-like and ferocious, speaking murderous words with killing intent in his mouth, and then thought of the gentle and caring Feng Yuhuai.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Those with fierce faces who speak of killing make me feel warm; those with beautiful appearances who show concern make me feel chilled. Is it that I am psychologically perverted, or is this world too deformed?"

On the other end of the phone.

Feng Yuhuai listened to the beeping busy tone in the phone, and her beautiful face gradually stiffened.

"This waste Feng Mu actually dares to hang up on me directly; is he determined to sever ties with the family?"

"Is there any martial arts hall that takes in disciples without charging money? Absolutely ridiculous!"

Feng Yuhuai didn't believe Feng Mu's nonsense at all; with that kind of worthless bone quality of his, how could any proper martial arts hall take him in, and it seemed he wasn't even an ordinary disciple?

"Junior Brother, sleep in peace, your enemies' Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters will take care of you for you..."

The deep voice from the end of the phone call echoed in Feng Yuhuai's mind; she hadn't heard the last few words, but through the phone she seemed able to feel the heart-pounding malice in those words.

Damn it.

A genius beauty like me joining Canglong Wuguan still has to pay money, even though it's Yang Tuo's money.

A waste like Feng Mu entering the martial arts hall doesn't spend a single cent, and it sounds like Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters are taking exceptionally good care of him?

What do they plan to do to Feng Mu's enemies? Wait, Feng Mu has enemies? His enemies wouldn't be who I'm thinking of...?

Feng Yuhuai's face turned pale, and a chill rose in her heart.

But the next second, Feng Yuhuai suppressed the unease in her heart: "Impossible, that idiot Feng Mu must have been deceived by someone, or else that martial arts hall was deceived by Feng Mu; anyway, anyone who gets entangled with Feng Mu is probably also a waste."

"Not to mention that Feng Mu couldn't possibly do anything to me, even if we go ten thousand steps back, just based on Feng Mu or Feng Mu's waste Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, heh—"

Feng Yuhuai sorted out her thoughts, but still felt indignant: "What's wrong with this world? A genius beauty like me faces obstacles everywhere and has to support herself, while a waste like Feng Mu is instead taken care of by others."

"Damn it, hateful, where did I, Feng Yuhuai, go wrong? Am I not excellent enough, or is this world itself wrong, blind as a dog?"

One brother and one sister, separated by the phone, simultaneously sent friendly greetings to this world in their hearts.

To some extent, this might be the rare moment of tacit understanding in this lifetime for this pair of scheming brother and sister.

"I definitely have no problem; the problem is this world!" Feng Mu and Feng Yuhuai both reached the answer in their hearts at the same time.

After Li Bashan finished speaking, he left, leaving only some of his body heat and... smelly sock odor lingering in the air.

Feng Mu watched the burly back of his Eldest Senior Brother leave, and subconsciously sniffed his nose.

The phone transmitted Feng Yuhuai's persistent calls again, but this time Feng Mu didn't answer, and instead directly blocked Feng Yuhuai.

Throwing the phone to one side, Feng Mu lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, his heart regained calm, summoned the panel, and began checking the changes in the E Iron Consumption Rate...

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