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

Ps: The two chapters above had the Dark No. 2 and No. 1 reversed. Dark No. 1 is the current one, and No. 2 is the fool who plays with ants. This has been corrected. Thanks to the book friends for reminding me.

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Clang!

Sssssss.

In the blink of an eye, the fist of the hammer smashed a piece of bone, but it was not the mask, but a piece of white bone thorns growing on the opponent's shoulder.

Like a dense forest of moat, it blocked the crossbow arrows shot from a distance on the tree trunks.

Dark No. 1's fists finally reached 1 cm from Feng Mu's face, which was exactly the distance where his chest stopped in front of the circle of ribs.

One did not advance an inch, and the other did not advance an inch.

The distance between an inch of advancement is the distance between life and death.

Dark No. 1's ankles were captured, his fists were stuck, and he only had one leg left, so he could no longer pose a threat.

His dark face turned red, his eyes widened, staring at the true face in front of him, and said in disbelief: "Is it you?"

In a flash, Feng Mu completed the points, and his agility instantly soared from 2.2 to 4.2, nearly doubling again.

The bones seemed to become lighter, and in just a moment, the mask on his face fell off, and the bone thorns on his shoulders grew wildly.

The ossified form controlled by [Plastic Embryo (White)] can only appear locally in two parts at the same time. The original switching between different parts has a little gap, or it is called the pre-casting swing.

But the soaring agility shortened this moment.

Of course there is still a gap, but this fleeting gap is no longer something that Dark No. 1 can capture.

In the eyes of Dark No. 1, the latter's falling mask and the wildly growing bone thorns are completely synchronized switching without delay in zero seconds.

He stared at the face he had just seen from a close distance, his pupils contracted sharply. He never thought that this face was hidden under the gloomy bone face.

Isn't this the new cremator at the incinerator?

We also wanted to use him to lure the lame weirdo behind him who coveted the black core. How could it be him?

The fierceness in Feng Mu's eyes faded, and his face returned to calmness. He seemed to have returned to the slightly nervous and dull face when they first met, but his tone was unusually calm: "Yes, it's me."

When Dark No. 1 heard this decisive answer, his face changed for a while.

He seemed to have figured out that he and his friends had been deceived, but behind this understanding, there were more doubts and fears that he couldn't figure out.

You are just a cremator?

Did you make up the lame weirdo?

Have you discovered the secret of the black core?

You can freely control the corpse transformation, and you are also a member of the church, but isn't this research still in the theoretical stage? How is it possible?

Who are you?

Feng Mu ignored the complex psychological activities of Dark No. 1. He immediately used his finger hook to cut off the remaining two tendons of the opponent's hand and the last tendon of the foot.

He only cut off four limbs and left one limb for the enemy. No one could say that Feng Mu was not merciful.

Seeing the latter lying on the ground with all four limbs broken, Feng Mu finally retracted the protruding bones and returned to the appearance of a human.

He could now safely have a "reunion of old friends" conversation with the other party.

Outside the dangerous building, a distance away, in a car with the lights turned off and waiting.

Ma Wei sat upright, his hands still on the steering wheel, his palms were sweaty, and he turned his head to look out of the car window from time to time.

Ma Bin was very calm. He was sure that the last one to come out of the building must be [Masked].

Although [Mask]'s early record of 1 vs 3 was exaggerated, and although [Mask] repeatedly emphasized that he was also a think tank member, and although Ma Bin had never witnessed [Mask]'s true strength.

Moreover, [Mask]'s character was extremely bad, but it was precisely because of these that Ma Bin was full of confidence in [Mask]'s victory.

This was a villain who was insidious, cunning and despicable. Now that he had become his [upline], he felt a sense of security that he didn't want to admit.

"It's out." Ma Wei got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Ma Bin sat in the passenger seat without moving, glanced at the rearview mirror indifferently, and fastened his seat belt again.

Feng Mu threw the dark No. 1 in with one hand like a chick.

The trunk, which was originally spacious, suddenly became crowded.

Boss Zheng was lying flat with his head in his arms. Dark No. 1, whose limbs were disabled, was bent into a weird shape and curled up opposite him, with his dark face just falling under Boss Zheng's crotch.

The three looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Ma Wei glanced at him, hurriedly closed the trunk, and opened the rear door one step ahead, following him like a loyal henchman.

The car started and went to the next location.

….

Arrived at the next location.

Ma Wei dug a hole on the ground, and Ma Bin stood aside with an expressionless face, playing with the eyeball in his hand. Dark No. 1 was lifted out of the trunk and collapsed on the ground with his head tilted.

The soil was dug up, and three suitcases were dug out.

When the first two were dug out, Ma Bin's eyes twitched slightly. When the third suitcase was dug out, Dark No. 1 widened his eyes, and a strong emotional fluctuation appeared on his face that was waiting to die.

Feng Mu brushed off the dirt on the suitcases and opened the last suitcase, revealing the neatly arranged large black cores inside.

The last remaining fantasy in Dark No. 1's heart was strangled. He stared at Feng Mu, his teeth trembling: "Why is the box here with you?"

Feng Mu half-crouched down, took out a large black core, and then a small black core, and placed them both in front of the head of Dark No. 1.

Ma Wei continued to dig a pit, which he would use to bury the body later. He was very skilled at this job.

While digging the pit, he secretly glanced at the side with his peripheral vision.

In the dark night, the excited head lying on the ground, the black core with a faint luster placed in front of him, and the gloomy mask that never had any emotions.

Like a picture, evil and elegant, gloomy but powerful, it was imprinted in Ma Wei's eyes and became a nightmare for him to dream about at midnight for the rest of his life.

It was also like a seed, trembling and excited, fearful but fascinated, planted in Ma Wei's soul, and became a desire that quietly sprouted in his heart.

[Mask] gently stroked the black core, and the voice with a metallic texture was cold and elegant. There was no trace of coercion in the voice, which formed a sharp contrast with the face with bulging veins and roaring on the ground.

It was like a calm doctor comforting his irritable mentally ill friend.

He said: "Don't worry, I know you have a lot of questions, and I happen to have some questions too. We can exchange questions one by one."

"Don't worry, I am a person who values ​​fairness and reason the most. I won't force you. Tonight is still a long night, you can think about it slowly."

"After you have thought about it, answer me a question first. How are these big black cores processed?"

"Ma Wei, don't be distracted, dig the pit well, dig deeper, and don't let our friends feel crowded after living in it."

The tongue of Dark No. 1 was stiff, and the unwillingness, anger, anxiety, and impatience blocked in his throat were all swallowed back into his stomach in the unhurried tone of [Mask].

He replied: "Don't bury me with others. I am used to sleeping alone."

The gentle laughter of [Mask] echoed in the wind...