The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Feng Mu's pupils contracted, his head dodged to the side, and his right hand lifted up.

Zhang Tong stretched out his fists and turned them into claws, holding his arms forward, and five dark fingers hooked towards Feng Mu's head.

"What a fast move, what a brutal move."

Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat, and his right hand that was poking at Zhang Tong's neck immediately changed direction, and his wrist blocked his ear.

He didn't dare to compete with speed, and he didn't have the confidence to fight for life and death, so he could only retreat and defend.

Little did he know that if he retreated one step, he would retreat step by step. Warriors fight and fight with martial arts, and they fight even harder. If they make a mistake and lose the opportunity, it may be a life-and-death chasm.

"Hey!"

Zhang Tong's pupils lit up, and his five fingers grabbed angrily. His fierce nails pierced into the flesh like tofu, and directly grasped the bones inside.

The muscles of his wrist were scratched, and the whole palm was paralyzed for a moment, and the dagger fell off powerlessly.

"Is that all you can do?"

Zhang Tong was furious, and he used a claw to find out the depth of the person who came. He was indeed weaker than he expected.

It's not that he's weak. After all, he shaved off his scalp with a knife. Although it was a sneak attack, he was quite strong. However, his moves were stiff, he made many mistakes, and his fighting experience was laughable.

Zhang Tong clenched his five fingers on his right hand, and his arm muscles bulged, pretending to tear the flesh out of Feng Mu's bones.

"Who gave you the courage to lock the door, afraid that you would have nowhere to escape?"

Zhang Tong grinned, and grabbed the dagger in the air with his left hand. The tip of the knife was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, stabbing Feng Mu's heart.

"The essence of martial arts fighting seems to be the strong beating the weak, the fast beating the slow, but in fact, it is the evil beating the evil. When two people fight against each other, the one who survives may not be the stronger or faster, but often the one who is more evil."

"He is evil, you are more evil, he is crazy, you are more crazy, you can beat him to death and you can live!"

In the martial arts class, the coach's vicious roar re-injected into Feng Mu's mind at this moment. What he didn't quite understand at the time, at this moment, he was breathing his own blood and the dead air in the air.

Feng Mu suddenly understood, and then he had a strong palpitation.

It was as if his heart was grabbed by an invisible hand, and his heart stopped beating for half a beat. Feng Mu realized the fatal mistake he had made.

I shouldn't have dodged that step. It seemed like only one step, but in fact, one step would have put him on the edge of the cliff. He was grabbed by the wrist and could only stand on the edge of the cliff and passively be beaten.

"Until I am beaten to death, am I going to be beaten to death?"

There was a great terror between life and death that enveloped all the cells in his body. Feng Mu's tongue root was hard, his Adam's apple was stiff, his breathing was spasmodic and held, and his black pupils were covered with bloodshot with fear.

The ears fell into dead silence, and the world was silenced at this moment. Only the majestic beating of the heart remained. The surging blood pressure made Feng Mu's eye sockets hideous and cracked with scary bloodshot.

On the retina, the dim icon that had been pretending to be dead flashed with golden light.

[Crazy Blood] was responding to the stimulation of blood loss.

[Crazy Blood]: When I lose blood, I will strengthen in all directions.

"My wrist is bleeding, I'm so scared, I don't want to die!!!"

Feng Mu's eyes were covered with blood. Under the stimulation of blood loss, his rationality and cowardice turned into madness. He let out the first vicious roar since entering the house.

Angry, bloodthirsty, and choosing people to eat.

Swish!

As if the piercing sound of cloth being torn abruptly, the five fingers on Feng Mu's wrist were torn off.

Three fingers were still stuck on it, and two fell to the ground, bloody and shocking.

Zhang Tong didn't even feel pain. He looked at the jagged broken fingers in horror, and the rotten flesh and nerves on the edges were all pulled.

"It wasn't me who held his wrist, but he held my hand?"

Zhang Tong was shocked by Feng Mu's strength, but at the moment of life and death, there was no room for hesitation. The command made all his ferocity burst out. He didn't retreat but advanced, twisting all his strength to hold the knife and stabbing.

"Die!"

"Die!"

Two violent roars overlapped, turning into a strange friction sound.

The knife pierced through the tight muscles, penetrated the ribs, and suddenly got stuck in the middle, slipping and cutting a string of friction sparks.

The bone and the blade collided hard, and the handle, which was already deformed, could not bear the weight and broke in the middle.

The evil spirit in Zhang Tong's chest was broken like the handle. He let go of his hand and let the handle fall to the ground, staring at the small half of the blade inserted in the latter's chest.

It was shaky and was gently pulled out by Feng Mu, who stabbed it back into Zhang Tong's throat.

Dark blood gushed out of Zhang Tong's mouth. He stared at the metallic ribs on Feng Mu's chest, as if he wanted to ask something, but only a "ho ho" leaking sound came out of his throat.

Zhang Tong covered his neck with his hands and fell on his back on the ground, standing in a row with the "corpse" of Ma Wei lying next to him.

After the death threat was lifted, the blood color in Feng Mu's eyes faded a little, but the surging heartbeat still made him want to kill.

Feng Mu kicked Ma Wei's "corpse" and said in a hoarse voice that was chilling: "Don't pretend if you wake up, otherwise just keep sleeping."

The afterglow of [Crazy Blood] stimulated Feng Mu's five senses, and he could hear Ma Wei's frightened heartbeat.

Zhang Tong relied on the physique of a second-level warrior and would not die for a while. He covered his throat and glanced at the side with a pale face.

"Ma Wei is not dead, but just unconscious. This man didn't use a knife when he attacked Ma Wei, so he only used a knife on me. He just came to kill me?" Zhang Tong's heart was in turmoil.

Ma Wei stood up tremblingly, met Zhang Tong's complicated eyes, and said in panic: "Brother Tong, I just woke up."

After saying that, Ma Wei quickly avoided Zhang Tong's gaze, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Feng Mu carefully.

Ma Wei lied. He had been awake for a while, but seeing the two fighting fiercely, he didn't dare to go up. Anyway, his martial arts was low, and going up would only make things worse. It would be better to hide on the ground and pretend to be dead.

He thought Brother Tong could win, but he lost in the end. He can't be blamed.

Feng Mu sneered and didn't expose it. He didn't know how close the relationship between the two was, but he thought that in the face of life and death, even the closest relationship could be abandoned.

Feng Mu asked coldly: "Is he your eldest brother?"

Ma Wei didn't understand what Feng Mu meant, but the latter only showed a pair of eyes that were too creepy. He didn't dare to lie, so he was frugal with words: "Yes."

The counterattack against Zhang Tong made Feng Mu's mentality change greatly. He was no longer nervous and flustered, and he didn't need to deliberately pretend to be a villain.

Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "Do you want to live or die?"

Ma Wei quickly replied: "Live, I want to live."

"Okay." Feng Mu took out his mobile phone from his pocket with one hand, turned on the camera, and ordered: "Kill him, you live."

"Ah?" Ma Wei was shocked.

Zhang Tong shook his head frantically, and was desperately leaking air, but he didn't even have the strength to get up, his eyes were full of despair.

Feng Mu held up his mobile phone, the camera was aimed at Ma Wei, and his calm voice was like the god of death urging him to die: "Hurry up, if he dies, you will accompany him to the road."

Ma Wei understood what Feng Mu meant, and he struggled.

Feng Mu frowned and joked: "He gives you a few dollars every month, you want to die with him, you can't, these days, gangs still talk about loyalty, right?"

In the last life, the black society in the movie talked about money.

In this life, in this more cruel world, gangs still talk about loyalty?

Feng Mu didn't believe it, but he also understood that the more people didn't trust each other, the more cruel the punishment for betrayal would be, because the gang rules were constrained by cruelty.

"Okay, let's die together." Feng Mu sneered, and the phone just dropped one centimeter.

Ma Wei's face was distorted, and he knelt down in front of Zhang Tong with tears streaming down his face: "I'm sorry, brother Tong, don't blame me, I haven't been powerful yet, I don't want to die."

While crying, Ma Wei pried Zhang Tong's hand apart, took the blade, pulled it out, stabbed it, pulled it out again, and stabbed it again.

Zhang Tong's eyes gradually lost color, and the last moment of consciousness disappeared, what he remembered was not the days when they picked up rags when they were young, nor anything else, but the woman who was lying in the hospital two days ago.

At that time, he stabbed her to death like this!

"Come on, smile at the camera." Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. Kindness to beasts is cruelty to people.

In the camera, Ma Wei, with a bloody face, showed a twisted and crazy smile...