Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 129: Soul Funeral, I Killed Until Blood Flowed Like a River? (Two in One)

"With [Marry the Dead Twins] guaranteeing me two lives, I don't need to be too mediocre. I can prioritize improving my attack attributes first."

Feng Mu did not hesitate too much and invested two attribute points into strength.

The scene where Senior Brother Li Bashan killed people as easily as smacking garlic with a spatula really left an extremely deep impression on Feng Mu today. He also wanted to do it in an instant. However, compared to the fact that speed is the only way to defeat all martial arts, Feng Mu still prefers the approach of using force to defeat skill.

Compared to "Invincible Easterner", Feng Mu prefers "The King of Western Chu".

Of course, with the system by his side, bah, as long as he lays a solid foundation step by step, one day, he will be able to combine the two in one.

In this way, the strength soared to 8.9 (3.5+5.4).

A torrent of heat surged through his body, and his muscles felt like they were soaked in boiling water. His skin and flesh suddenly expanded, and then collapsed back down as if breathing.

A hearty feeling of satisfaction swept through my body.

Feng Mu's face flushed as he clenched his fists, and one could see the muscles beneath his skin trembling, like stretched springs, accumulating terrifying power.

Feng Mu casually punched the air, and a muffled sound was heard immediately.

He grinned, and then a strong sense of emptiness came over him. After the emptiness, a strange feeling of greed seemed to be saying in his ear: Master, come again~
Feng Mu lowered his head and looked at it. It was like a ferocious dragon head roaring, revealing the murderous aura of "choosing people to devour".

Feng Mu blushed slightly, covered Xiao Mu with a blanket, and sighed in his heart: "There are no attribute points left."

Feng Mu seemed to have a feeling: "If a single attribute point breaks through the 10-point mark, it may gain unexpected benefits, and the closest strength is only 1.1 away."

Feng Mu's eyes showed longing. He accidentally glanced at the 30-centimeter-high tent and sighed, "Every day, I practice cultivation and kill people. Is my life too boring and too abstinent? Should I..."

Feng Mu's mind suddenly flashed with images of rotting female corpses with eye shadow, lipstick and black liquid spewing from their mouths, which immediately extinguished his desire.

He controlled the cold energy of the Iron Eater to flow to his crotch, cooling Xiao Mu down.

Feng Mu slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "I am devoted to martial arts and have long sealed my heart and locked away my love. All the demons, ghosts, beauties, and painted skins, get out of here!"

[You are madly obsessed with martial arts, with no love or ruthlessness in your heart, and you devote yourself to mad practice.]
[In the first year, you practiced the Seven Fists day and night, but you always felt that something was wrong.]
[For five years, you have been practicing the Seven Killing Fists, but you have not been able to make any progress. You realize that the problem must be at a certain critical point.]
[In the eighth year, you have mastered the Seven Killing Fists to perfection, but you are still like a beautiful vase, with only appearance for show.]
[One day in the tenth year, you meditate quietly and seem to realize the crux of your practice.]
[You stop practicing and walk out the door. You run into a lone figure quietly scavenging on the street corner. Fate pushes you to the edge of a decisive move. You take action, and the blood stains your fist red. At this moment, the threshold of the Seven Killing Fists, which has been indestructible for a long time, quietly cracks.]
[After three years of hard work, you used the underground black boxing as your battlefield and personally ended the lives of 573 opponents. The power of the Seven Killing Fists finally broke through to the realm of minor success.]
[However, in the fifteenth year, you found that the path of practicing the Seven Killing Fists had once again come to a standstill. The killing of the Black Fist seemed to no longer provide enough impetus for your martial arts advancement.]
[You left the underground black boxing, like a whirlpool swept up by the wind, wreaking havoc everywhere, and began to kill indiscriminately. Your name spread in the darkness, and you became the feared "Ripper". Because every time you attack, there is a shrill scream, and the target you hit will have a fatal hole in the chest, and the heart will burst in the blood rain.]
[In the twentieth year, you were arrested and imprisoned.]
[In three months, you will be sentenced to death by firing squad.]
[You are not afraid of death, but you have not yet mastered the Seven Killing Fists. There is still a flame in the depths of your soul that has not been extinguished. You tell yourself that you cannot die yet.]
[You used your iron fists to slaughter half of the prison, escaped from prison, and the moment you smelled the air of freedom again, your Seven Killing Fists were perfected.]
[You escaped to the scavenger area and stayed there for 5 years.]
[In the twenty-fifth year, you left the scavenging area and stepped back into the city. You came to an old, dilapidated, low-rise building and climbed up the stairs step by step.]
[Feng Ju, wearing a police uniform, looked a little old. He slowly opened the door, his eyes full of disbelief and astonishment, his pupils dilated sharply.]
[You smashed his head with one punch.]
[Stepping into the house, you glance at Wang Xiuli's portrait, your eyes are calm, neither happy nor sad.]
[You quietly wait for Feng Yuhuai to return, until the moment he pushes the door open, you rush over with a grim smile...]
[A strong smell of blood fills the corridor, and hundreds of fully armed police officers rush into the building.]
[You stand among the bloody corpses, your body riddled with bullets, yet you laugh like a madman: "The Seven Killing Fists are complete today, I have no regrets even if I die!"]
[Seven Killing Fists: Heaven created all things to nourish man, but man has nothing to repay Heaven. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!]
[Seven Killing Fists: Breaking Limits, you have mastered the Seven Killing Fists: Breaking Limits Technique: Final Move - Soul Funeral!]
[Soul Funeral: When the target accumulates all seven styles of the Seven Killing Fists, a final style will be triggered. This attack ignores physical defense and directly affects the mind/soul/god.]
[The greater the gap between your spirit/soul/god and the target, the greater the power of the explosion.]
[ps: Trigger probability, it will definitely trigger for the first time, and the trigger probability will decrease randomly afterwards! ]
[Seven Killing Fists: Breaking the Limit!]
A brand new limit-breaking icon is generated.

[Deduct 1 point from the normal skill points.]
[Normal skill points remaining: 3]
[5000 points will be deducted from general skill proficiency.]
[General skill proficiency remaining: 6730]
The prompt box passed by my eyes.

Feng Mu suddenly sat up, staring at his fists in a daze. In a trance, he seemed to feel a layer of indelible blood scab on the surface of his fists. It was the mark of time and battles, as if silently telling the countless bloody experiences he had experienced.

Feng Mu shook his head vigorously, his vision became clear again, and the blood stains on his fists faded away.

"The upgrade of the Seven Killing Fists is even weirder than before. It's no longer limited to working behind closed doors, but has also started killing people everywhere?!!"

Feng Mu rubbed his swollen temples. The "memories of murder" that surged into his head were too real, making him feel as if he had really killed hundreds or thousands of people.

Clearly, he had only killed a few people in real life, but now, whenever Feng Mu closed his eyes, the faces of those he had tortured and killed would appear in his mind.

Especially the last scene of killing the whole family, it was really...

Feng Mu exhaled slightly, his eyes widened, and the murderous aura that was originally thin around him became sticky.

Feng Mu's face turned strange: "Could it be possible that one day, the memory scenes of cultivation will overlap with reality? That would be really weird."

Feng Mu opened the panel and glanced at the progress bar of the Evil Iron. The reserves in his body had not been digested yet, which meant that he only had an increase in murderous aura but did not really absorb hundreds of thousands of grievances.

Feng Mu felt relieved, but also a little regretful.

"The remaining 6730 points of general skill proficiency are not enough to max out Senluo Finger. I'm still about 1000 points short, so there's no rush."

"Keep both special skill points together, there's no need to rush."

"As for the remaining 3 general skill points..."

Feng Mu tried to add some points to the basic boxing and basic leg techniques, but found that he could not make a breakthrough.

It seems that "perfection" is the limit of these two skills, and there is no possibility of breakthrough. This makes Feng Mu feel a little disappointed. "Then save them all for later."

While Feng Mu was digesting the memory of the river of blood flowing in his brain, he was thinking in his mind.

"I now have three limit-breaking skills in my hands, so I can attack or escape. Soul Burial can be used as a hidden killer move, but unfortunately my spiritual attribute value is not high."

"But most of the people in the lower city are the living dead. The gods in their bodies might have already become like tofu dregs, and would break if poked?!!"

"Of course, we can't take it lightly. Because even in the most barren, polluted, and rotten quagmire, there are still some people who can step on the heads of their own kind, eat their flesh and blood, thrive, and eventually raise their heads to breathe the pure and sweet air."

Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. In the past, he might have shouted in anger, but no sound came out. Today, he could shout out, but he knew what was going on and remained silent.

There's nothing he can do about it. He has unknowingly become the person he hates the most.

How sad?

How lucky!

No matter which world I am in, my own kind is always the best tonic. Therefore, I must seize every minute and every second to sharpen my teeth and constantly temper my claws. "

At the beginning of his time travel, Feng Mu might not have understood the truth here, but today, he has already realized it.

Feng Mu climbed up from the bed, swallowed a mouthful of pig iron powder, and began to practice with all his strength.

Life never stops, the liver never stops, if you can't die, then you will die?
No, this is not Juan. This is just a person made up of one third new flesh and two thirds zombies, struggling desperately to avoid being devoured by his own kind.

The only problem was that Feng Mu was so focused that he forgot to put on his clothes, and as he practiced selflessly, Little Mu would swing back and forth freely as his body turned.

Do 2 hours of physical exercise first to digest the pig iron you just swallowed.

Then practice Soul Chasing Steps·Blood and Flesh Version 1 for another hour, Seven Killing Fists·Blood and Flesh Version 1 for another hour, and Senluo Finger·Blood and Flesh Version 1 for another hour.

5 hours passed quickly and it was 4 am the next day.

[You have completed a selfless practice and gained some proficiency.]
[Seven Killing Fist·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Intermediate (7/2500)]
[Soul Chasing Step·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Elementary (5/500)]
[Senluo Finger·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Elementary (11/500)]
Although it is not as good as the shortcut of directly adding points and dreaming for decades, but considering this is the result of practicing various martial arts for an hour, Feng Mu is satisfied with his progress.

"If I can forget about food and sleep and practice without rest..."

He pondered for a moment, and took the second version of the Senluo Finger of Flesh and Blood as an example.

“It only takes about 700 hours, or one month, to upgrade it from entry-level to full-fledged.”

Glancing at the time, Feng Mu originally wanted to practice the [Turtle Skin Changing Shell Technique] again, but after thinking about it, he gave up and sighed helplessly: "Why is there only 1 hours in a day? Why do humans have to sleep? Sigh."

Lying on the bed with clothes on, closing my eyes, the today’s settlement screen of [Iron Eater] popped up on my retina:
Current edible column 1: Pig iron (edible value 29.3/100%, reserve 2%)
Current edible column 2: [Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Sin Iron (edible degree 5.7%/100%, reserve 2.3%)]
One hour of physical exercise increases the consumption of pig iron by 1.2%.

In addition, there are still 2% of pig iron reserves in the stomach that have not been digested, and 2.3% of Ehrlich iron reserves that have not been digested.

Feng Mu didn't plan to eat too much either. He decided to try to be healthier by eating half of his stomach and digesting the food as he went along, or leaving room for a meal.

In short, pig iron, iron, and rice should be equally distributed, with balanced nutrition and reasonable diet. Only in this way can the body have a brighter future.

Feng Mu fell asleep in a daze. It was probably a good dream. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth in his sleep.

In the lower city, District 6, a secret base of the Corpse Cult.

This is an office building disguised as an office space, and the laboratory area on the top floor is isolated layer by layer.

In an office at the deepest part, the lights were off, and only the computer on the desk emitted a faint light, reflecting on the stern face in front of the desk.

Under the lenses of the glasses, a pair of gloomy and deep eyes flashed with a cold light.

There is an open email on the desktop. When I drag the mouse to the bottom, I see the following report:
[I have thoroughly combed through the family connections of Mask Zheng Hang.]
[Since Zheng Hang became the target of the police, his father Zheng Si was unfortunately implicated and killed by the police.]
[On the night Zheng Si was murdered, the police station was attacked by the masked men. Many police officers were killed or injured, and are still lying in the beds of the Fourth Hospital.]
[I speculate that behind this raid, Mask not only intends to seize the precious black core, but also contains a deep-seated revenge on the police station, which is a concentrated release of its long-suppressed anger and resentment […….]
[In addition, on April 4, Feng Yuhuai was attacked by me. To my surprise, Masked Zheng Hang actually used the power of the Puppet Mother to emerge from the dark and forcibly rescue her.]
[This makes me speculate that there is some unknown connection between Masked Zheng Hang and Feng Yuhuai, perhaps a secret love affair?]
[Specific evidence is being collected...]
[I am currently tracking and monitoring Feng Yuhuai, and I believe I will be able to find relevant evidence soon.]
[However, she was extremely cautious in her movements and seemed to be on guard. I was worried that she might discover my movements, so I requested that reinforcements be sent as soon as possible.]
[….]
[Given Zheng Hang's disappearance and the death of his family, Feng Yuhuai is likely his only living concern.]
[Therefore, I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai.]
[By taking actions around her, we can force Zheng Hang to show up, try to capture him alive, interrogate him about the truth of the matter, and find out whether the whole thing was done by him personally or if there is another hidden story behind it...]
.......
　I wish you all a happy holiday!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)