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

Dou Qiong Martial Arts School looks like it has been around for many years.

The brick walls in the yard are gray, and the marble paved on the ground has mottled cracks. If you look closely, you can still faintly see some broken footprints.

It seemed that it had been dented by someone before, and then cracked by someone who came after.

The yard is relatively empty, and there is an old tree planted. The age of the tree cannot be seen, but the branches are rugged and withered, and it looks like it is dying of old age.

The old tree was surrounded by a fence. A hemp rope was hung on the fence, and several short coats were hung on the hemp rope to dry in the shade.

After passing the gate, there is the dojo. It can be seen that it has been renovated, the walls have been painted with new paint, the tatami on the floor is also new, and there are all kinds of strange plug-in equipment and instruments inside.

In the courtyard and the dojo, it seemed like two incompatible worlds were forcibly spliced ​​together.

One side looks primitive and vicissitudes of life, while the other side is filled with a cold sense of technology. The whole picture seems both fragmented and contradictory.

In the dojo, on the service desk, a woman who was dozing with her head tilted to one side suddenly woke up from her dream. Her confused eyes first glanced at Feng Mu standing in the courtyard, and then glanced past him and outside the courtyard.

The next moment, a sharp roar that was about to tear off the roof resounded throughout the martial arts hall.

"Master, senior brother, the plaque was broken, someone came to kick the gym ah ah ah ah -"

Feng Mu looked at the petite figure that instantly changed from sitting to standing and jumped onto the stage. It was unimaginable that such a terrifying volume could erupt from her body.

Feng Mu's expression changed slightly, and he quietly retracted his retreating steps. At this time, if he stepped back again, he would appear to be guilty of committing a crime.

call out--

Feng Mu's temples were cut by the wind, and the hair on his temples was pulled so hard that his face hurt. He almost came out of the mask to defend himself.

"It's so fast, the passing wind is wrapped like a knife."

Feng Mu was horrified and his pupils shrank to pinpoints. After half a second, a dull sonic boom sounded in his ears.

He turned stiffly and looked at the smashed plaque behind him. A thin old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was squatting on the ground, stroking the cracked plaque with his hands like a lover. A pair of triangular eyes looked at people as if they were eating people. Hold yourself.

"You smashed the decades-old plaque of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. Ha, boy, you are very brave."

Li Bashan looked down at Feng Mu from a high position. His tall figure of more than two meters was like a mountain blocking the light, shrouding the latter in shadow.

Feng Mu's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt as if he was being locked by a giant man-eating beast, and the blood all over his body was threatened and flowed roaringly.

"Very strong, very strong. It's more than ten times stronger than the pressure that that black face gave me. I feel like if I make even the slightest move, I will be torn into pieces by this giant man in the next second. Not even a single intact bone will be left." That kind of thing.”

Feng Mu is not afraid. With the trump card of "marry twins to death", he is not afraid of death.

But the problem is, he didn't do anything, and a pot dropped out of thin air and was about to smash him to death. God couldn't stand it anymore, so he wanted to take him away with the help of others?

Several more figures of different heights and frightening auras came out, each of them targeting Feng Mu with unabashed murderous intent.

Feng Mu has killed people before, so he can feel the smell of blood in these murderous intentions. They are not bluffs. Each of these guys has blood on their hands, and they all have more blood than him? ! !

No, isn't it just a martial arts gym? Could it be that I took the wrong path and walked into a murderer's den?

Feng Mu's eyes twitched. He saw the screaming petite woman at the beginning, jumping up and down, driving the apprentices who were watching the excitement in the dojo back to practice, and at the same time closing the curtains and sliding the door.

Closing doors, killing people, burying corpses... I'm familiar with this process~

Feng Mu glanced sideways at the old tree. He had even thought about where he would be buried later.

Feng Mu also had murderous intent boiling in his heart. He secretly remembered these faces in his heart, while always maintaining a dull expression on his face. He said with a little fear: "Don't accuse me wrongly. I didn't touch that plaque. That thing fell by itself, don’t you guys try to extort my money.”

Li Bashan said angrily: "The plaque of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall has been hanging fine for decades, but it fell to the ground as soon as you came here. Are you lying to a fool?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and it was covered with a big hand like a cattail leaf fan.

"Bashan, he didn't lie." The old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks behind him suddenly spoke. He sighed, "The plaque fell by myself, God's will, God's will."

In the crowd, several figures who heard the master's words looked at each other, and they were all stunned, as if they thought of something, and their expressions became ugly at the same time. One of them's eyes flickered slightly.

The petite woman said "Ah" and quickly grabbed Li Bashan, looked at Feng Mu carefully, and suddenly said with a suppressed face: "I remembered, you are a new student who came to apply for the card some time ago. After applying for the card, you It seems like you’ve never been here?”

The life and death crisis was over, Feng Mu sneered in his heart, but his face still seemed a little unclear about the situation, as if he had no idea that he had walked away from the door of hell.

He took out his membership card from his pocket and asked nervously: "Well, I was a little busy in the past two weeks. Can I come in now?"

The petite woman was stunned for a moment. She had never expected that this would happen. The new student in front of her still wanted to enter the martial arts gym.

The closed-door disciples around also looked at each other, looking at each other a little, as if to say, where are the students here from? Are they fools?

Only Li Bashan didn't think there was a problem. He was the first to turn his burly body sideways and apologize angrily: "You didn't lie to me. I blamed you wrongly."

"Don't blame the senior brother, it's all because I was too impatient." The petite woman whispered.

She led Feng Mu to the martial arts hall, and then was interrupted by the master's voice: "Although the plaque was not cracked by him, it happened to fall when he came. This is a bad omen. The ancestors don't welcome him. Hongya, return his money and let him go."

Hongya said "Oh", and hurried to the front desk to take out a stack of money. After thinking about it, she took a few more and hurried back to stuff it into Feng Mu.

Feng Mu frowned, as if he finally understood that this martial arts hall didn't welcome him. He took the money with a cold face and turned around and left.

After he left, the old man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks walked into the yard with his hands behind his back. The closed disciples bowed and dispersed quickly. Li Bashan held the plaque without saying a word and followed the master to the inner courtyard.

After entering the house, he placed the plaque flat on the table.

Li Bashan rubbed his palm and brushed off some wood chips. He was born with great strength and it was difficult to control it. He accidentally opened the crack of the plaque a little wider.

Since it was already cracked, it didn't matter if it cracked a little more. Anyway, someone had to fix it.

The old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was called Li Guishe. He was the owner of Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. Li Bashan was his last disciple and an abandoned baby he picked up and raised since childhood.

He looked at the debris that Li Bashan rubbed his palm, and his eyes twitched. Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly saw something in the crack of the plaque.

"Huh?"

Li Guishe pushed the eldest disciple away. The latter's burly body didn't stand firmly, and stumbled back, leaving two deep footprints on the ground.

"Master, why did you push me?" Li Bashan said in a muffled voice, with grievance on his ferocious square face.

Li Guishe's attention was focused on the plaque. He dug his fingertips along the crack and pulled out the corner of a book. The corner was yellow and dark.

There was a book hidden in the plaque?

Secret book? ! !

Li Guishe's eyes flashed with a green light. He used his fingertips to tear off the plaque. As expected, a secret book was revealed inside. On the cover, four words were written in a flamboyant style - [Strange Magic Skills]!