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

One person shouldn't be carrying four health bars.

If there are four lives, then the four health bars should be the same length. What the hell is three short and one long?

[10/10]

[10/10]

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Good news, the only three full health bars at home were piled on his head.

Bad news, I have four health bars stacked on my head?

"The one with the longest blood volume should be myself, and the remaining three are..."

Feng Mu's face changed with uncertainty, and he spat out a sentence from between his teeth:

"[Iron Eater], [Crazy Blood], [Feast], are you?"

Of course, there was no response. There was only Feng Mu talking to himself in the bathroom, and the panel on his retina was calm and calm.

In the past, Feng Mu only occasionally suspected the evil nature of [entry], as if he was alive. Now, there is no need to doubt it. The solid evidence is printed above his head.

Question: What causes a person to have more bleeding strips?

Answer: When you are pregnant!

"I'm pregnant with my third child now." Feng Mu murmured to himself, and after a moment of shuddering, everything turned into a gloomy murderous intention.

"That's all, I will keep it in my body. I want to see when you will give birth, how you will give birth, and what you will look like."

Feng Mu's eyes were dark and blood-red. He looked at the mirror and seemed to be saying to himself and to them,

"Since you are in your father's body, you must be obedient and be a good son to your father. Otherwise, the moment you are born, don't blame your father for strangling you to death!"

There was still no response, but he didn't know if it was because of his eyesight. Feng Mu felt that the three short health bars on his head seemed to tremble slightly at the same time.

After looking at the mirror for a while, Feng Mu turned off the [Blood Bar Eye] and returned to his bedroom.

"I have just turned 18, and I have to experience the troubles of being a father. In order to be a good villain BOSS, I really paid a lot on the way of growing up."

Feng Mu sighed inwardly. The feeling of being a father for the first time in his life really hit the depths of his soul.

"Go to the hospital and see Feng Ju."

Feng Mu sighed, and his face became more solemn. It was not that he was worried that Feng Ju was dead, but that Feng Ju's unknown fate at this moment reminded him of the concept of parenting.

Caring and educating your son must start before he is born, otherwise he will be easily proven by his father when he grows up. You should take Feng Ju as a warning and avoid following in his footsteps.

The phone vibrated again, it was Feng Yuhuai calling.

Feng Mu squinted his eyes, put his phone on silent, changed his clothes and stuffed them into his pockets, packed up the bedroom, and walked out slowly.

As he walked outside, he picked out the big black core and stuffed it into his mouth.

According to the confession of Dark No. 1, the big black core is the polymerization of small black cores. There is no condiment added in the middle, but some technological work is mixed in.

The principle of the process is very complicated, and Dark No. 1 does not understand it. The instrument in the suitcase is considered to be the most cutting-edge invention of the Cult of Ursu in recent years, integrating the wisdom of countless talents within the Cult.

Feng Mu is willing to believe a dead man's words about his death, but he is too easy to trust others due to his pure and kind nature. If he is poisoned later, he will be forced to use [Marrying a Dead Twin] to resurrect him.

Dark No. 1 did not lie. Half of the 44 agents were lucky enough to save a life tonight.

Fortunately, they had no idea that death had passed them by. Otherwise, they would have had to kowtow on the grave of Dark No. 1.

[The Yinsha Jiuyou evil resentment iron is detected and is edible! ]

[Eat or not? ]

[Do you want to enable the free food bar? ]

Feng Mu swallowed hard, and the system was still asking stupid questions, which seemed a bit unsatisfactory.

But this kind of unreasonableness is what Feng Mu likes. At least he doesn't have to worry about the system growing a health bar one day, which would be too scary.

[edible! ]

[Open! ]

Feng Mu thought in his heart, and at the same time sincerely thanked the high technology of the Evil Corpse Cult for allowing him to directly skip the fragments of Yinsha Jiuyou's Evil Iron, and directly eat the complete Yinsha Jiuyou's Evil Iron.

The Evil Corpse Cult is a good person.

Although [Destiny] looks down on you, it is because [Destiny] has made a mistake. Don't be aggrieved. I, Feng Mu, will definitely entertain you with the highest standards of courtesy in the future.

[Edibility↑]

[Edibility↑]

[Edibility↑]

[Eating column 2: Yinsha Jiuyou evil resentment iron (5/100%)]

The big black core, which was the size of a palm, was crushed by Feng Mu just as he walked down the stairs, and most of it was swallowed whole.

Then there was an extremely strong feeling of fullness, which hit my stomach and made it impossible to hold anything more in.

Feng Mu was used to the feeling of fullness. Although he felt uncomfortable, he could bear it: "Oops, I ate too much at one time, but I didn't expect it. It's only half the size of a palm, and my stomach feels like it's full?"

"Why don't you dig it out and spit it out? It won't turn into a corpse tomorrow morning, right?"

Feng Mu didn't spit it out after all. He had been paying attention to the proportion of his diet recently. If he only overeating in one meal, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Then, he stuffed the remaining half of the big black core back into his pocket and put it in an iron box.

The iron box is not big. It was used by the original owner to store some scattered objects. Feng Mu used it to hold the large black core, which can block the detection of the black core detector.

The information also came from the pre-death communication with Dark No. 1.

"Half a large black core can provide 5% of the food content. There are about ten pieces in the suitcase. Isn't it..."

Riding on the bicycle, Feng Mu's mouth curled up uncontrollably. Things seemed to be going much more smoothly than he expected.

In particular, the consumption of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Resentment Iron increased by more than ten times faster than the original raw iron. In the final analysis, he still had to thank the Corpse Religion for aggregating the small black cores into large black cores, saving him from slowly swallowing and digesting the small black cores one by one.

"In 10 or 20 days, I can absorb the characteristics of Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Resentment Iron?"

Feng Mu's back teeth were all laughing. He couldn't help but fast forward to 20 days later to see the results. He couldn't wait even a second.

Crack, crack, crack--

The bicycle wheels failed to change the time in a montage, and still turned in circles on the ground, pulling Feng Mu's scattered thoughts back to the hospital gate.

The security guard on night duty stopped Feng Mu. This kind of broken bicycle was not allowed to enter the hospital.

Feng Mu parked his bike outside the door and locked it. He walked into the hospital and followed the sign to the emergency building. Along the way, he saw many blue and white cars of the police station.

The seats of several open doors were covered with blood. Several police officers leaned against the door and smoked, their brows were tightly locked.

Feng Mu glanced at it sideways, put on the same expression on his face, and rushed into the building in a hurry.

On the fourth floor, the lights outside a row of operating rooms were all on red. There were many police officers standing in the corridor. A young man with a hooked nose had his arms around his chest and his face was gloomy.

Li Shang and Chang Erbing surrounded the young man and whispered something.

Feng Mu didn't look at it much and walked to the door of the operating room. Wang Xiuli was slumped at the door of the operating room, her face full of tears. Feng Yuhuai was sitting on a chair next to her. His face was no longer proud as before, and he looked at a loss.

Feng Mu looked at the red light on the door, feeling mixed emotions. He thought that he would go to the bookstore tomorrow to see if there were any books on prenatal education. He would never be a father like Feng Ju.

He and the three sons in his body must be kind and filial to each other in the future!

Feng Mu sighed, squatted on the ground, slowly helped Wang Xiuli sit on the chair, and then asked in a daze and worry: "What's wrong with Dad? Will he be okay?"

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