Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 389 The veins of fate are intertwined in my body
A number of legislators did not respond to Wang Xinfa, seemingly neither agreeing nor refuting.

They just watched in silence as Zhang Deming closed the window again. The noise level outside suddenly became inaudible.

Ten minutes later, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the inside.

Wang Xinfa left first, and Zhang Deming, although old, followed closely with a brisk pace. Some of the other congressmen followed a few steps behind, while others took out their mobile phones, edited text messages and sent them.

At the corner of the stairs, Zhang Deming invited Wang Xinfa with a smile on his face:

"Councilman Wang, if you have nothing to do at noon, why not have a quick lunch with me?"

Wang Xinfa felt the buzzing vibration of the phone in his trouser pocket, and a perfect smile appeared on his face:

"You are too polite, Councillor Zhang. I also have something I want to discuss with you in detail."

In the conference room, the chief councilor sat quietly in the main seat, his eyes coldly sweeping across the empty round table.

The sunlight slanted in through the bulletproof glass, stretching his shadow very long, like some dormant monster.

He habitually stroked the ring on his finger, his movements extremely slowly. The black gem on the ring shone coldly in the sunlight, as if there was an eye peeping at the world hidden inside.

Suddenly, his usually calm face seemed to be split by some invisible force, and a smile appeared on his face.

The smile was extremely strange—only half of the face was moving, with the corner of the mouth slowly rising, revealing a somewhat stiff arc, while the other half of the face had no expression, like a motionless piece of plaster.

"It's... so interesting." He murmured softly and subconsciously licked his wet lips.

.........

On the way to No. 8 Middle School, the vehicle passed by the gate of the Executive Yuan.

Hundreds of relatives of the deceased prison guards gathered on the street in front of the Executive Yuan.

They held high up black and white photos in their hands. The smiling faces in the photos remained quietly in the past, forming a harsh contrast with the crying and shouting in front of them.

Paper money was floating in the air above the streets, and the white fragments were swirling in the wind like snow and falling all over the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of incense and candles, and the burning smoke twisted into vague shadows in the "sunlight".

A white-haired old woman knelt on the ground, her knees covered with dust, holding her son's portrait tightly in her arms.

Her fingers trembled slightly from the excessive force, and her eyes were filled with unconcealable sorrow.

"My son is only 25 years old! He just got married and his wife is pregnant..."

Her voice was hoarse, tears flowed down her wrinkles,

"The warden killed him. You have to give me an explanation!"

A little girl is held in her mother's arms, clutching her father's police badge:
"Dad said he would take me to catch dolls..."

Her cry was shrill and piercing, "Give my dad back to me!"

Some young people held banners that read "Severely punish the murderer and give me justice."

They shouted slogans, their voices deafening: "Warden, step down! Qian Huan is the executioner."

Feng Mu glanced sideways, his eyes passing through the car window and falling on the crowd not far away that was filled with crying, shouting and cursing.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly rolled up the car window to block out the noise from the outside world.

He was a soft-hearted person and couldn't stand this kind of scene, especially since the dead were all his colleagues, even though he had never spoken a word to most of them before they died.

But even so, he still had genuine feelings for most of them - a complex and secret feeling.

Because, a part of them has permanently merged with him in a way that transcends worldly cognition, continuing into his life and seeping into his bones.

Storage of life essence: 1177 days

[Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Sin Iron (edible value 17.1/100%, reserve 1.3%)]
Their relatives couldn't see it, but Feng Mu could see it clearly on his retina.

In just a few days, the [Evil Iron] that had been indigestion in Feng Mu's body began to digest rapidly and was being digested and decomposed at an astonishing speed.

5.1% was digested on the first day, 4.4% on the second day, and 3.9% on the third day.

The speed is decreasing day by day, but it is still considerable today, more than dozens of times the original digestion rate.

If we can maintain this digestion rate, will the day of unlocking and inheriting [Evil Iron] be far away?
Feng Mu was deeply moved and his feelings for his colleagues became even stronger.

"They didn't die because of me, but I'm still sorry, but..."

Feng Mu closed his eyes and made a promise to the families of the victims.
"I will digest their lives well, and I promise that those who killed them will be reunited with your husband, father or son in my body one day..."

So, the question is, who is the real person who killed them? Is it the dead prisoners, or the prison warden Qian Huan whom they denounced, or Zhou Hu, Zhao Xing and others, or a big man hiding deeper behind the scenes, or is it actually...? ?
Who knows?

Regarding the murderer, perhaps everyone has their own answer in their hearts!
At this moment, Feng Mu suddenly had an epiphany:

"My body no longer belongs to me alone. There are countless dead evildoers in my body, silently weaving the threads of their fates in my body!"

[Your thoughts are quietly sublimating.]
[[Your sin index has been improved slightly↑]
[Game inheritance is improved↑]
A line of thoughtful tips flashed across his retina. Although the improvement was not much, it was enough to show that the system recognized his perception. Every time Feng Mu's thinking improved, he was on the right track.

The scenery outside the car window was speeding by, the trees and buildings on the roadside flashed by, and it was still half an hour's journey to No. 8 Middle School.

Feng Mu, with complicated feelings in his heart, suddenly decided to take this opportunity to open a blind box - the lottery tickets saved from previous rewards.

Before, there was no gold slot for unlocking equipment, but after I became friends with Li Shang that day, I got it.

Don’t ask where all the gold came from. The answer is that he and Li Shang have a common close friend.

The only pity is that after silently accumulating them for these days, the lottery tickets have not secretly fermented and upgraded on their own, and the D-level lottery tickets are still D-level lottery tickets.

It's a bit unprogressive.

[D-level lottery ticket detected, do you want to draw?]
[Extract!]
A virtual roulette wheel appeared on his retina and began to spin rapidly. Colorful halos flickered in front of his eyes, as if countless stars were dancing, which was dazzling.

In my mind, the probability of winning the prize emerged like a phantom:

[For a D-level lottery ticket, the probability of winning E-level equipment is 20%, the probability of winning D-level equipment is 50%, the probability of winning C-level equipment is 20%, the probability of winning B-level equipment is 9%, the probability of winning A-level equipment is 0.9%, and the probability of winning S-level equipment is 0.1%.]
Feng Mu prayed silently in his heart: "It's time for fate to favor me. Give me an S-rank!!!"

The speed of the roulette wheel gradually slowed down, and the pointer slid across a colorful option. Feng Mu's heart also fluctuated with it, and every passing moment seemed to tease his nervous nerves.

Time seemed to be stretched out.

Fourteen rotations in seven seconds was like a long trial of fate. Feng Mu could almost hear his own heartbeat, thumping like a drum.

finally--

The pointer began to slow down, and the speed dropped little by little, wobbling and falling on
(End of this chapter)