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

After thirty years of cold and heat, [Crane Claw Kung Fu] has broken through the limits.

It took another twenty years to reach the basic level and complete it.

It took another thirty years to complete the Heart-Destroying Palm.

Eighty years has passed, and it can be said that he has worked hard and dedicated himself to martial arts.

Although Feng Mu looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, his "actual age" is already a centenarian.

Even if these eighty years have been boring and monotonous repetitions, his character has finally grown. At least, Feng Mu has gained the ultimate psychological resistance in enduring loneliness and loneliness, and in the excruciating pain of loneliness.

Commonly known as: perseverance.

This is probably the hidden benefit brought by skill upgrading.

No matter how crude a piece of pig iron is, if it has been continuously hammered for 80 years, even if it is still a piece of pig iron, it will be completely different from the original piece of pig iron.

Anyway, in the past, Feng Mu would find it boring and unbearable to stay up late and practice hard, relying solely on the increase in his "experience gauge" to tempt him.

Now, Feng Mu doesn't need it anymore. Staying up late and having a hard time means nothing to him. Except that his body can still feel tired, but his mind seems to have been hammered into a piece of pig iron, and the few ripples can no longer produce sparks.

After completing [Heart-Destroying Palm], Feng Mu started practicing [Niu Mo Jin] without stopping or taking any breaks.

[Niu Mo Jin] does not practice martial arts of a certain part alone, but integrates the strength of the whole body. In other words, [Niu Mo Jin] cultivates a whole set of strength.

Not only do you have to cooperate with the breathing method, but you also have to feel the power flowing throughout the body. The difficulty of the practice suddenly rises to more than one level.

It is roughly equivalent to crossing from plane geometry to three-dimensional geometry.

The difficulty of the questions has increased from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and the martial arts moves are no longer rigid, but a bit mysterious to feel the power.

From intuition to abstraction, if you don’t know how to do it, then you really can’t.

Three hours passed.

Feng Mu was doing weird poses, always paying attention to the rhythm of his breathing, deep and deep, deep and deep, every nine times. He was almost vomiting out the food he was holding in, and his thighs were sore and numb from squatting.

He didn't feel the heat in his chest, nor did he feel the strength like a small snake swimming on his back.

I was sweating profusely and my back was stiff, which I really felt.

"How do you get started with cheating when it comes to feeling the power?"

Feng Mu really encountered a problem this time. All the skills, characteristics, and entries he possessed were useless. It just wouldn't work.

It is useless to think about it, and it is fruitless to think about it.

Feng Mu lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

the next day.

Burn 7 evil corpses, four on the top and three on the bottom.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or some reason, but the frequency and quantity of corpses received by the incineration plant increased significantly this week, and the workload of both Feng Mu and Wang Jian increased.

Wang Jian complained while working: "Why are there so many evil corpses recently? Are the warriors deformed one after another?"

Feng Mu frowned, feeling something strange.

The main evil zombies come from human deformation, and after the evil zombies are deformed, they will follow their instincts and attack the surrounding living creatures irrationally.

But he thought carefully about the burning of seven or eight corpses in the recent day, but there was no news that the corpses had been burned anywhere in the city, resulting in casualties.

In fact, it wasn't very recently. From the first day he started working as a corpse cremator, he seemed to have rarely heard this kind of news or gossip.

At that time, Feng Mu thought it was District 9 and blocked the news for fear of causing panic.

However, after experiencing the "Black Pillar" incident, Feng Mu had a better understanding of the simple and crude law enforcement in District 9.

It's not that he looks down on the ruling officials of the ninth district, but he feels that it is really impossible for the ruling government of the ninth district to keep the news airtight.

In terms of ability and attitude, it is impossible to be so meticulous and rigorous.

Unless...there really haven't been a few disasters involving evil corpses in the city.

"Then where did these evil corpses come from?"

Due to the lack of known information, Feng Mu couldn't guess the truth, but he felt faintly cold.

Fortunately, the story behind this shouldn't involve him...

Feng Mu simply put the matter behind him, clocking in and out every day, burning corpses to collect black cores, without any distractions, and was extremely busy.

By the way, Feng Mu's business section for acquiring black cores is no longer limited to Wang Jian alone. The two remaining corpse cremators in another incineration room have also been included in his acquisition section.

Business expansion fully doubled.

The number of black core purchases this week tripled compared to previous times.

Feng Mu was no longer hiding anything anymore, and he used Wang Jian's mouth to spread gossip in the factory.

A piece of gossip is that Feng Mu's family has someone from the patrol house, and he collects it for the patrol house, so he can earn some hard money by doing it in the middle.

Another rumor is that Feng Mu was lucky enough to be spotted by the new leader of the Green Wolf Gang. This was a job given to him by the Green Wolf Gang so that he could earn some pocket money.

Blah blah blah….

The news has been circulated several times, and it is difficult to add another one after saying it several times. Anyway, more than one version has been circulated.

Feng Mu's reputation was somewhat smeared, and the workers in the factory sometimes looked at him with inappropriate eyes. Feng Mu ignored it and continued to collect the black core with a normal expression.

As a result, in just one week, these rumors seemed to be completely confirmed.

As for the remaining two black market businessmen who do not know their lives or whereabouts, will they believe this rumor or will they cause trouble to Feng Mu again?

That's inevitable.

But Feng Mu's mentality has changed now. Not only does he not hide, he even blatantly uses himself as bait just to fish them out again.

Feng Mu is not afraid of them coming now, but afraid that they will not come.

Another peaceful day has passed.

Feng Mu walked out of the factory with a few black cores in his bag, without feeling any malicious intent of being watched.

"The fool who played with ants and the old farmer who smiled like a chrysanthemum, are they really dead? All three brothers went on the road that night?"

Feng Mu sighed and was very worried about them.

An hour later.

Feng Mu appeared at the door of [Doukyung Martial Arts Hall].

"I am Feng Mu now, not [Mask]. I don't know [Crane Claw] or [Heart-Destroying Palm]. I only know basic boxing and kicking. I came here to accumulate practical experience."

Feng Mu said to himself in his heart, in case he accidentally revealed his true colors during actual combat training.

This is easy to understand. A person's growth has a trajectory to follow. [Mask] and [Feng Mu] are equivalent to two game accounts. When switching accounts, the skills are of course not interchangeable.

Otherwise, in the eyes of those who are interested, it would be like merging the accounts into one.

Feng Mu came to [Douqiong Martial Arts Hall] today for many purposes and plans, and the most important one was to match a set of skills that could be demonstrated for the big account [Feng Mu] who walked in the light.

"I can't just hide behind [Mask] and be a waste forever. I have to show off my identity [Feng Mu] from time to time, otherwise it will be exposed sooner or later."

"[Mask] can stir up trouble in the dark, and [Feng Mu] has to breathe in the light. In this way, the two identities can cooperate with each other, cover each other, and grab more rewards together."

"Well, the identity [Feng Mu] can slowly show some martial arts talent. Well, this talent can't be too eye-catching. It has to be hidden deeper and needs to be discovered by people with discerning eyes."

"In this way, the transformation will not be abrupt, and it is in line with the performance of the original low-level root bone waste."

"If this is the case, and someone still looks at me with a magnifying glass, makes trouble for me, and insists on framing me, then it won't be my fault."

"Yeah, that's right!"

Feng Mu went over the idea of ​​[personality transformation] in his mind again, then took a deep breath, squeezed out a little dullness on his face, and walked towards the martial arts hall.

Clang——

Feng Mu had just stepped into the martial arts hall when the plaque on his back foot seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. It swayed and fell to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound. A glaring crack appeared between [dou] and [qiong].

Feng Mu's face froze, and he quietly stepped back: "....."