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

Buzz buzz buzz——

Text message vibrates.

Ma Bin squinted his eyes and looked at the text message, his emotions fluctuating due to the content of the text message.

After a long quarter of an hour.

Ma Bin put down the phone, his face was uncertain, and finally he sighed and murmured: "This is really the worst result. No one died on both sides. It really proves the saying that bad guys are hard to kill."

Ma Bin's mind turned: "3 vs. 1 can almost kill one. This cripple is not only insidious and cunning, but also powerful. "

Ma Bin also considered that the cripple's words should not be believed completely. The opponent may deliberately exaggerate the results of the battle. It may not really kill one of the opponents, but escaping from the three-person double team is not false.

How could he guess that Feng Mu's words were not not completely believed, but not a single word could be believed. It was outrageous.

What's more outrageous is that Feng Mu was not lying. The content of his words basically restored the facts.

Just tell him whether he was taken care of by the black market merchants, whether he escaped, whether he had held one of the other party tightly, which was equivalent to killing one of the other party for Ma Bin~

Ma Bin read the messages on his mobile phone again and understood the lame man's hint and warning.

On the surface, these text messages can be regarded as well-intentioned reminders, but if you think about it, you will understand that the lame man is warning him not to think of defaulting on his debts, let alone dangerous thoughts.

After all, the black market merchants can't stop him even if they surround him, so the Green Wolf Gang can't even think of setting a trap for him, be careful of losing your teeth.

The most important thing is to wake him up. Now there is a common enemy outside who is eyeing him in the dark, so let's not be petty.

Ma Bin's face turned black, and he had thousands of words in his heart but didn't know where to start.

But the text message reply on his hand became:

-What are the characteristics of that group of black market merchants?

The text message was replied immediately:

-A middle-aged man with a fake smile and a face full of chrysanthemums, and two with dark faces.

On the other end, Feng Mu grinned, knowing that this text message contained the meaning of tacit consent.

The risk probability of Ma Bin's breach of contract cannot be said to be completely eliminated, but at least it has dropped by half. Feng Mu can consider taking the opportunity to withdraw money.

He left the bedroom and casually ate three bowls of rice.

While eating, Wang Xiuli told him that Feng Ju had called back. It seemed that the big fish had not been hooked, and the patrol station could not hold back and was about to close the net.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was far from as calm as his face.

Back in the bedroom, sitting in front of the desk for a few minutes, Feng Mu took a few deep breaths, rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands, and when he stood up again, his mouth was stuffed with iron bead powder.

[Metal detected - pig iron, edible! ]

[Do you want to occupy a new edible column? ]

[Occupy! ]

[Current edible column 1: pig iron (edible degree 0.1/100%)]

[Edible degree↑]

There is no time to hesitate, open a new edible column first, upgrade it quickly, and improve combat power.

As for the other food column, whether to choose [Rusty Iron] or have a chance to open [Evil Nine Nether Evil Sin Iron], it is not too late to decide after the raw iron is full.

"I shouldn't have slept in vain last night. I wasted precious time." Feng Mu was annoyed.

This month, his diligence has exceeded 99% of the world's scrollers, but he is still not satisfied.

If there is an entry that can make you not sleep and never tired... This is Feng Mu's biggest hope and wish before going to bed every night.

While swallowing iron again, Feng Mu opened the drawer, took out the needle, pierced his arm mercilessly, and drew blood.

"What I lost last night, I have to make up twice today." He thought to himself.

Feng Mu was ruthless and drew three tubes of blood. Moreover, he did not plan to flush the blood drawn this time like the previous few days, but stored it in an opaque heat preservation container.

[Feast]: The blood of the same kind is full of tempting fragrance. Devour them and you will be able to live forever~

If you treat others as blood bags, your soul will inevitably degenerate into a non-human.

So, if you treat yourself as a blood bag, will you still degenerate into a non-human?

Maybe not, maybe even more non-human, Feng Mu is not sure, but he plans to try, he has no choice.

The situation suddenly changed. Ma Bin will obviously speed up his promotion, the police station will also be closing the net, and there are also black market merchants who have been stimulated...all kinds of dangers, both open and covert, give Feng Mu a feeling that the situation is going to heat up.

If the above dangers can come one by one in order, then Feng Mu is sure that he can hold on.

But, there is a weird feeling in the dark. Feng Mu just feels that these gunpowder barrels that don’t seem to be piled together may be detonated at the same time, and explode together like a big firework.

Feng Mu said that [Iron Eater] could handle one gunpowder barrel;

Feng Mu thought that [Crazy Blood] could handle two gunpowder barrels;

But,

three gunpowder barrels stacked together, it might not be possible to handle it without [Feast].

Feng Mu wanted to see the fireworks, and even felt a little agitated to light them, but he definitely didn't want to be blown to pieces and become a firework in the eyes of others.

The blood in the three syringes was just enough to fill the thermos cup.

Feng Mu tightened the cup lid and put it in his bag. From tomorrow on, he would carry it with him every day.

"Unfortunately, the shelf life of blood is only 24 hours after it leaves the body." Feng Mu thought, fortunately he can change it every day.

The shelf life of 24 hours is not a number Feng Mu came up with on the slap of his forehead, but he tested it a few days ago, although it was not by drinking.

But by induction.

Feng Mu discovered when he drew blood for the first time that after his own blood left the body, if it was stored in a metal container, he could sense the location and activity of the blood.

He had a bloody battle with Zhang Tong, and the blood he lost could not be sensed because the blood splashed on the ground and was directly contaminated and instantly inactivated.

That day, after drawing blood, he discovered this feature when he quietly took the iron basin to the bathroom to empty the toilet.

He could sense the blood when it was in the iron basin, but the sense disappeared after the blood was poured into the toilet.

So Feng Mu deduced that his blood needed metal, and further, it needed iron metal to be stored in order to maintain its activity outside the body.

It makes sense, after all, [Crazy Blood] and [Iron Eater] were born together, and they inevitably have some special ties to each other~

When blood is stored in iron metal, the activity is not permanent, and can only last for 24 hours. After 24 hours, Feng Mu can no longer sense his own blood.

By the way, this kind of induction is not limited to distance, which means that if someone steals Feng Mu's iron can of blood, then within 24 hours, even if this person runs to the ends of the earth, Feng Mu can sense the coordinates of the can of blood.

A seemingly useless little ability. After all, Feng Mu can't think of anyone who would steal his blood.

But, what if it is used in reverse~

Feng Mu put the syringe back into the drawer, his eyes stayed on the black core for a while, and a trick was brewing in his mind.

"If it really works, then the black core, maybe it can really make a lot of money~" Feng Mu muttered to himself, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.

He stood by the window, watching the night gradually darken outside the window. He couldn't see the person who was following and monitoring him, but he knew that person must not have left.

Who would it be?

The middle-aged chrysanthemum smiling man, the ordinary dark face, or the dark face of the ant player?

Draw the curtains.

Feng Mu gathered his thoughts, immersed himself in the world, and began to do gymnastics...