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

"Ha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Li Guishe grabbed the secret book and flipped through a few pages. His monkey-like face revealed a more ferocious look than that of a lion or tiger.

"Hahaha, God help me, God bless me Douqiong!" The laughter was crazy and terrifying, but it was confined to the house, not a single bit leaked out of the doors and windows.

Li Bashan looked unbearable and covered his ears tightly.

"Bashan, this secret book cannot be told to anyone, and the brothers and sisters in the sect are not allowed to say a word, understand?" Li Guishe restrained his laughter and returned to his usual funny appearance with a monkey-like face.

Li Bashan rubbed his ears and said in embarrassment: "Master, I talk in my sleep at night."

Li Guishe's blood pressure soared, and he cursed: "From now on, you will sleep alone, and when you sleep, use socks to cover your mouth."

Li Bashan thought about his stinky socks, and looked at the master's ferocious face, and could only respond helplessly.

Li Guishe waved his hand, signaling Li Bashan to leave, and suddenly ordered: "Go and take the boy who just drove away back to the martial arts hall."

Li Bashan: "Ah?"

Li Guishe urged: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and take him back. If you can't take him back, you will not be allowed to eat for three days."

Li Bashan's face changed and he rushed out the door.

Li Guishe closed the door and sat on the armchair. While looking at the secret book, he said faintly: "The ancestors borrowed that boy to send the secret book to me. That boy is not a bad omen, but a lucky star. My Douqiong martial arts hall is going to have a good fortune now."

"When I practice magic skills, it will be the day when [Yinmian Snake King] reappears in the world. What blue dragons and blue eagles will be killed, hehehe——"

After leaving Douqiong martial arts hall, Feng Mu restrained his dull disguise, with a cold face, pushing his bicycle slowly on the road.

At this time, Wuguan Street is bustling, with more vehicles and pedestrians on the road, and each martial arts hall is crowded with people, which is very lively.

Most of the martial arts halls are not walled courtyards like the [Douqiong] martial arts hall, but are directly built into transparent glass walls facing the street, with whole walls of floor-to-ceiling windows that are basically magnificent and regular.

The best business here is the Canglong Martial Arts Hall. There is a large screen outside the hall that plays the concept of the Canglong Martial Arts Hall in a loop, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Boom boom boom——

The sound of punches thrown in unison, the sound of fists and feet colliding with various equipment, the shouting of the instructors, the shouting of the students following the rhythm, and the cold broadcasts from various electronic instruments.

All kinds of sounds are mixed together and transmitted to the street through the radio speakers, making passers-by feel excited.

Feng Mu's pace of pushing the bicycle slowed down.

Although he disliked this world very much, in every aspect, in his eyes, this world was almost incomparable to his previous life, full of deception and oppression, and conspiracy and bloodshed were happening in the dark corners all the time.

Human life was the cheapest consumable in this world, and even most of the vacant people were not even consumables, but renewable garbage that wasted air.

However,

Feng Mu had to admit that this world was far better than his previous life in one respect, that is, the people in this world were martial artists, and in everyone's heart, regardless of gender, age or youth, there lived a beast that was eager to bite its own kind.

This was the era when human nature was the worst, and the era when animal nature was the most rampant, which also created an unprecedented martial arts prosperity.

And in the future that can be seen with the naked eye, human nature, animal nature, and prosperity will continue to intertwine and climb to the endless limit.

When Feng Mu thought about this, he suddenly felt that his stomach seemed to have deflated a little since just now.

It was not deflated much, probably equivalent to the stomach capacity of digesting 1% of the consumption of evil iron.

Feng Mu stopped and his thoughts returned to his body: "That's right, it's not lunch, lunch has been digested long ago, and it's not pig iron, it's just that 1% of the bad iron has been digested suddenly."

"I can't digest 1% of the bad iron in a week, how can it suddenly drop 1%?"

"Did I do anything just now?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Feng Mu's mind raced, recalling the scenes that just happened.

Thinking backwards, he was impressed by the prosperity of martial arts, attracted by the promotional video of Canglong Martial Arts Hall, pushing the cart on the road, leaving Douqiong Martial Arts Hall, surrounded by a group of "murderers", a sharp-nosed old man passed by, and the plaque fell to the ground...

Everything doesn't seem to be able to digest bad iron, but if you have to pick one out of them?

Feng Mu's breathing suddenly choked, his pupils flashed, and locked onto a suspicious fragment.

"But why is it like this? What's the principle? I didn't practice, nor did I sweat, but the evil iron was digested through my stomach?"

Feng Mu could only suspect, but could not be sure, unless he could enter Douqiong Martial Arts Hall again and experience the feeling of "replaying" just now.

Time cannot be replayed, only similar scenes can be reproduced.

So, Feng Mu suddenly had an extremely dangerous idea in his mind: "Go back to Douqiong Martial Arts Hall, this time I really want to smash its plaque?!!"

Last night, I was still thinking about the solution to increase the consumption of evil iron. Almost every option had not been implemented, but... the turning point suddenly met me unexpectedly and hit me in the face? !

Feng Mu was secretly happy, and he was really considering whether to use his own life to verify the idea.

"Of course, I can't use this face of [Feng Mu]. I can wait until it's dark, switch to [Mask] and try to challenge the hall again, this time for real!" He thought so in his heart.

"Hey, why are you walking so fast? I almost missed dinner."

The muffled but incoherent voice suddenly interrupted Feng Mu's calculations. He didn't even need to turn around, and his whole body and bicycle were covered by the burly shadow again.

What do you mean I walked so fast that you missed dinner?

Is your dinner not mine?

Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head and looked up at Li Bashan, with a bit of dullness and doubt on his face.

Li Bashan seemed to know that he had to smile when asking someone to go back, so he grinned and squeezed out a sincere smile: "Don't go, the master has changed his mind and wants to accept you into the martial arts hall."

Li Bashan has been with his master for 30 years and knows the latter's character very well.

His master said that he didn't believe in fate, but in fact he was very superstitious. If he could drive people away because of a bad omen, he could accept people into the door because of a good omen.

This admission is probably not just to be accepted into the martial arts school as a money bag, ah, as an apprentice member, but it is really possible to be accepted into the school and become one's junior brother in the future.

Of course, it must be observed for a period of time to confirm that the junior brother's qualifications or character are not too bad.

Feng Mu was full of questions, and felt that the smile on the face of this giant was really creepy, as if he was going to eat people in the street, and felt more and more that he was being treated as his dinner.

"It just saves the step of smashing the plaque, and go back with him to feel the feeling at that time."

Feng Mu's heart was heavy, but he nodded on his face, pushing his bicycle and following Li Bashan.

Li Bashan saw Feng Mu agreed, and he didn't know what he thought of. He drooled at the corner of his mouth, touched his stomach, and walked briskly in front.

The crowded passers-by were squeezed to make a way. Those with bad tempers were about to curse, but when they looked up, they all changed into polite and civilized smiles.

Feng Mu followed closely behind, pushing his bicycle, almost jogging, and barely able to keep up with Li Bashan's speed.

"I'm so eager to catch up, and I have to catch up. I'm afraid there's no one else in the world who can do this except me."

Feng Mu complained in his heart, but it was quite nice to have a giant rushing in front of him to clear the way for him. If there is a chance in the future, he can also train such a man under his command.

In the Canglong Martial Arts Hall.

Feng Yuhuai, whose curvy figure was outlined by her training clothes, glanced sideways at the French window and frowned slightly.

She seemed to have seen Feng Mu's figure just now.

"Why would Feng Mu come to the martial arts school street? He dropped out of school and gave up the exam. He must not be holding on to some unrealistic ideas. Isn't it better to work honestly and make money? Why does he have to squander all the money he has worked so hard to earn?"

"But fortunately, martial arts schools look at students' physiques when accepting them. Feng Mu's ridiculous physique makes it impossible for a martial arts school to accept him."

"Well, what if a martial arts school cheats him out of his money? No, I have to call him tonight and persuade my stupid brother..."