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

Chapter 59 [Feast] First Blood

The shooting stopped.

Because Feng Mu and Wang Yilin's bodies overlapped, the arresters were afraid of accidentally killing the director.

Then,

They were collectively petrified, their expressions extremely stiff and frightened.

They were horrified to see that Wang Yilin was losing weight. His originally greasy skin and bulging belly were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The plump skin on his face suddenly became dry, wrinkled and loose, as if it could not stick to his body. On his face, the whole person instantly aged by dozens of years.

The bullet holes in the masked man's legs and waist were healing strangely. They could even see the wounds squirming and producing dense granulations, which looked like circles of living teeth. bite each other.

There was something a little bit Cthulhu about that scene, which made the hearts of all the catchers tremble, and their sanity went crazy.

As six or seven bullets were spit out by the flesh, as the shriveled corpse hit the ground lightly, as the blood-stained mask turned around, its scarlet eyes that were not like humans stared at them greedily.

A group of headhunters couldn't hold down the trigger with their fingers.

Even if they face the most evil members, they have been trained to suppress their fear and pull the trigger.

But facing this monster... who doesn't know whether he can still be considered a human being, no one hopes that he will be attracted to him next.

They held their breath, and their bodies seemed to be controlled by instinct, standing still. This is the body's most primitive protective mechanism.

When our ancient ancestors were still eating hair and drinking blood, when they encountered those terrifying predators, they would stay still and pretend to be dead to avoid being hunted.

In the deepest memory of genes, pretending to be dead is the most effective way to face those higher up in the food chain.

What the captors are doing now seems stupid, but it just reflects their truest thoughts at this time. They really think that the blood-stained masks in front of them are not the same kind.

That bone mask without facial features is either a disguise or the monster's real and terrifying face.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this second.

They looked at the blood-stained mask and turned their heads. Everyone felt that the pair of blood-stained eyes were staring at them. The mask clearly had no facial features, but every inch of the texture revealed bloodthirsty hunger.

The blood became dim, seeping into the bones strangely, and the mask became blood-free again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Except for the mummy on the ground, which was silently accusing the monster of its atrocities.

When the police officers looked at the white and clean mask, the blood in their bodies became even colder, and chills ran through their heads.

"[The feast] is not about sucking blood with your mouth, but all over your body and every inch of your bones. You just need to use your bones to stick to the opponent's broken arteries."

Feng Mu felt the blood sucked into his body from his bones and thought to himself.

"This can be regarded as the bond between [Feast] and [Iron Eater]. Not using my mouth saves me a lot of trouble, but it feels more and more evil."

Feng Mu had no experience in sucking blood for the first time. He originally planned to put his head on Wang Yilin's neck, then remove the mask and eat it with his teeth.

Unexpectedly, Mask stepped over and took away the job from Tooth. At that moment, Feng Mu really felt that Bone was very considerate, so considerate that he could come back to life at any time.

He looked at the mummy at his feet, and for some reason, he seemed to be able to smell the strong resentment on the corpse.

Or maybe it's not the smell, but the smell coming from the other person's blood.

No~

Wang Yilin finally learned how to be an official and opened the door to a new world. However, what came first on the other side of the door was a blood-sucking grimace, sucking his entire world dry.

Feng Mu was shocked when he sucked a living person to death.

During the process of sucking blood, he couldn't control himself at all. There was no thought of stopping in his mind. He was completely driven by the urge to suck people alive.

Even though he didn't intend to suck the other person dry at first.

He can allow himself to break people's necks, but he can't accept sucking people into mummies for the time being. His painting style is so depraved that he not only loses other people's sanity, but his own sanity is also affected by fluctuations.

"So this is how it feels to suck a person's blood dry." Feng Mu murmured to himself.

Through the mask, his voice seemed to be cut off from human emotions, and his voice was mixed with a metallic ruthlessness.

Even though Feng Mu was not in this mood, the people around him who had their ears pricked up all felt the same thing - the monster was not full!

Staying still and pretending to be dead doesn't work.

Reason took over the genetic instinct again, and a voice burst out in the heads of all the catchers at the same time: "Run away, as long as I run faster than others, I won't be the next one to be sucked dry."

There was no starting gun, but everyone was rushing to start, so that in Feng Mu's eyes, there was a uniform beauty in the movements of these group of catchers turning around and starting.

As expected of a well-trained group~

The only ones left on the scene were those who were crippled and seriously injured and unable to run, looking desperately at the backs of their teammates as they fled.

As well as those who were arrested by the patrol room and brought back for interrogation, they all buried their heads on the ground and faced the mask with their trembling buttocks.

Draining one person's blood, the icon of [Blood Madness] returns to dimness, and the icon of [Feast] is as bright as ever.

[You started the feast. ]

[You take a small taste of the blood bag. ]

[Blood bag quality: difficult to swallow. ]

The prompt box popped up on the retina, making Feng Mu silent. Sucking a living person into a mummy is called a light taste. If you want to taste it deeply, will you have to swallow the skin and bones?

[The blood bag that is hard to swallow has no special nutritional value. It can only convert you into 10 days of life. ]

Feng Mu was surprised that [Feast] could really increase your lifespan, confirming his guess.

Then, his face turned green again. A living person only converted 10 days of life. This conversion rate is a bit shocking. It is hard not to make him misunderstand that there are black-hearted middlemen in the middle.

The icon of [Feast] has no emotional fluctuations at this time, and it looks like a normal dead object icon.

Feng Mu blinked and was about to close the prompt box. Suddenly, his face was stunned.

[You can add this lifespan to yourself, or transfer it to others/it. ]

[Note: Depending on the life level of the object being converted, corresponding losses will occur. ]

Feng Mu: "..."

Feng Mu opened his mouth into a hollow shape. The ability of the term [Feast] seemed to be similar to what he expected, but also far from it.

"[Feast] can not only act on oneself, but also on him or it?"

"Are these him and it the ones that I understand?"

Feng Mu glanced at the mummy on the ground with a rather strange look, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. Let's assume that if I give the life transformed from his body back to it...

Could it possibly get up from the ground again?