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

7pm.

After get off work, Wang Jian said goodbye to Feng Mu with a worried look, looking back every few steps, fearing that this farewell would be a farewell forever.

Feng Mu waved goodbye to Wang Jian and walked back to the incineration room.

After burning the corpse and turning off the stove, the air in the room still retained a strange meaty aroma, which could arouse people's appetite.

Feng Mu took out the iron beads from his pocket and crushed them into powder and poured them into his mouth.

Outside, the lights in Shangcheng were still on. It was the time when the crowds of people were getting off work. The temperature in the incineration room was neither cold nor hot, just right for staying in and doing some physical exercises.

[Eating degree↑↑]

Feng Mu was focused and doing physical exercises without thinking.

Time passed unknowingly, and two tufts of hair at the door of the incineration plant were messy in the cold wind.

Red Hair: "Why hasn't that kid come out yet? Did he run away early?"

Yellow Hair frowned and snorted coldly: "Wait and see, maybe he is hiding inside and dare not come out."

1 hour later

The workers of the incinerator left one after another, leaving only three or two security guards standing at the door.

Huang Mao spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, his patience exhausted. He walked into the incinerator with a fierce brow and red hair.

The security guard stopped him and refused to let him in.

Huang Mao pretended to force his way in, but the security guard put down the thermos cup and pulled out the electric baton, with a crackling arc of electricity.

Huang Mao didn't expect that a mere security guard would dare to stop the two of them and kill red hair on the spot.

The security guard said in a deep voice: "Feng Mu has never been out. If you want to find him, you can only wait outside."

It is the duty of the security guard to stop him. It is related to his job, and the security guard cannot give way; but it means that Feng Mu is still inside, which is the wisdom of being a human being and avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

Huang Mao glanced at the flashing electric baton again, sneered and stepped back, gritting his teeth and said: "Keep guarding, I don't believe he can stay out."

Red hair nodded, and made up his mind that he must vent his anger on Feng Mu later to let him know what it means that red hair cannot be insulted.

2 hours later

Liangmao had finished smoking all the cigarettes in his cigarette box.

"We are blocking the door, he may not dare to come out, how about we hide?"

"Damn, that makes sense."

Liangmao left the door of the incinerator and hid in the grass by the roadside.

Don't say that they still have some brains~

And as they hid in the grass, enduring the humiliation and feeding the mosquitoes, the lights on the upper city dimmed, and the sound of bicycle wheels creaking in the distance came closer and closer, suppressing the buzzing of mosquitoes in the ears.

"Liangmao left?"

"Really, I was just a little late, didn't we agree to meet again?"

"I shouldn't have overestimated the integrity of gangsters."

Feng Mu was unhappy. Could it be that Liangmao escaped again tonight?

"Stop!"

Two strong men suddenly jumped out of the grass, one red and one yellow, which were very eye-catching in the night, like a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes when hungry, making people salivate.

Feng Mu swallowed his saliva: "You didn't leave?"

Red Hair stroked his hair with one hand, his swollen eyes were fierce: "Now you know how to be afraid of swallowing saliva, it's too late."

Feng Mu got off the bicycle, lowered his head and dared not look at him, just staring at the shadows of the two people on the ground, and trembled: "Wait, it's not convenient here, let's go to another place."

The two Maos were stunned at the same time, thinking that they had auditory hallucinations.

Feng Mu felt that this patch of grass was still too close to the incinerator, and he still had to find a secluded place.

He raised his head, controlled his facial bones to move muscles, pretended to be panicked, and trembled: "Didn't you say in the afternoon that as long as I told you what I had done recently, you would let me go?"

Yellow Hair and Red Hair looked at each other, as if they understood something, and their eyes lit up at the same time.

Then Feng Mu begged very sincerely: "I will take you to see my secret, I buried it not far away."

The unexpected joy came too suddenly, and the blood in the two Maos surged, and their breathing became rapid.

Wow~

Brother Bin taught us a great way to talk. This guy seems to be really fooled and is going to cheat out something!

Feng Mu saw the expressions of the two people who seemed to have won the lottery. He thought he had taken the bait, so he turned around and slowly pushed the cart forward.

Liang Mao hurried to catch up, and even urged urgently: "Don't waste time, walk faster and lead the way."

People have to hurry to die, so Feng Mu naturally did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly quickened his pace, walked faster and faster, and walked more and more off the track, turning east and west to a deserted place.

"Boy, how far is it?" Huang Mao was a little impatient. It was not that he was suspicious, but he felt that he had walked a long way and his feet were tired.

"We are almost there, just in front." Feng Mu said, and his feet did not stop.

After another quarter of an hour, Red Hair came forward and grabbed the handlebars. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong and said sternly, "Where on earth are we?"

Feng Mu let go of the handlebars and glanced around. All he could see were bushes of varying heights, some of which were taller than his waist, and in the distance were unfinished buildings engulfed in darkness.

Apart from the sound of wind and insects, there seemed to be no one around, only the three of them.

Feng Mu turned around and said, "This is it. I think it's good. What do you think?"

Red Hair glanced around suspiciously and asked, "Where is this place? Do we think it's good? What did you bury? Where did you bury it?"

Feng Mu looked up and looked at the lights on the upper city that were gradually extinguished. He then pointed at the soles of the two people's feet and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Aren't you two the ones who buried the things?"

The eerie voice reached their ears, and the hair on the back of their necks suddenly stood up. Looking at the boy in front of them, there was no panic on his face. His sickly pale face was clearly filled with viciousness and cruelty.

Before the red-haired man could react, Feng Mu held a claw with one hand and made a weird starting posture.

The red-haired man quickly let go of the handlebars and staggered back. How could he be faster than the claws that broke through the air?

The third style of Crane Claw Technique: Sky-Splitting Finger.

Following the memory of his mind and muscles, the finger hook that had been hammered for a decade split the air, making a sharp hissing sound, just like when he was practicing for the first time, he passed through the surface of the basin and hooked the iron bead.

Just like that, he gently hooked and pulled back.

The red-haired man's retreating steps stopped, and he screamed. The whole person lost his balance and fell forward, but his shoulder was broken into a bloody hole, and a finger pierced through the clavicle hook, and blood gushed out and covered his face.

Red face and red hair, it's the smell of death!

"It's a bit weak, not enough for practice."

Feng Mu ignored the red-haired man's screams, twisted the bone with the finger hook, and pulled along the bone seam.

Once, Zhang Tong wanted to do this to Feng Mu, but unfortunately he failed and died. Now, Feng Mu used the same move on the red-haired man.

The sixth move of Crane Claws: Splitting Bones.

The red-haired man could not dodge or break free, which truly demonstrated the tragic situation of being weak and frail, and if he took a step back, he would end up with a broken body and near death.

The bones tore the muscles, the muscles tore the blood vessels, and the shoulder and neck were torn apart, and the blood and flesh were horrifying.

"If I don't retreat, I will be like him if I retreat. I will never retreat even if I die!"

Feng Mu swore in his heart, and felt that his combat experience had increased sharply. Then he turned around and used the second move of Crane Claws: Dragonfly Sweep, and rushed directly to the yellow-haired man who drew a knife from his waist and turned pale.

The yellow-haired man glanced at the red-haired man's miserable state, his heart pounding, and he roared: "We were just trying to scare you this afternoon, kid, you don't have to react so violently!"

Feng Mu turned a deaf ear to him and stepped twice, his index and middle fingers revealing a terrifying black and purple color.

The second move of the Crane Claw is called Dragonfly Sweep, which sounds harmless and silent, but in fact it is a vicious move that is designed to gouge out people's eyes.

"I know you are trying to trick me, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you have to kill me, otherwise, I will kill you." Feng Mu said coldly, determined to kill people.