Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 46 I can sense my blood, superimpose gunpowder barrels
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Vibration notification for text messages.

Ma Bin squinted his eyes and looked at the text message, his emotions fluctuating due to the content of the message.

After a long quarter of an hour.

Ma Bin put down his phone, his face changing from gloomy to bright. Finally, he sighed and murmured, "This is the worst possible outcome. No one died on either side. It really proves the saying that bad guys are hard to kill."

Ma Bin's mind raced: "3 against 1 and they almost killed one. This cripple is not only treacherous and cunning, but also very powerful."

Ma Bin also considered that he couldn't believe all of Lame Man's words. The opponent might have deliberately exaggerated the results of the battle. He might not have really killed any of his opponents, but the fact that he escaped from the triple-team was true.

How could he have guessed that it wasn't that Feng Mu's words could not be believed in their entirety, but that not a single word of them could be believed. It was just outrageous.

What’s even more outrageous is that Feng Mu actually wasn’t lying. What he said basically reflected the facts.

You can tell whether he was taken advantage of by the black market merchants, whether he escaped, or whether he was able to pin down one of the other party, which is equivalent to killing one of the other party for Ma Bin.
Ma Bin looked through the messages on his phone again and understood the lame man's hints and warnings.

On the surface, these text messages can be regarded as well-intentioned reminders, but if you think about it carefully, you will understand that the lame man is warning him not to think about defaulting on his debts, let alone have any dangerous thoughts.

After all, the black market merchants couldn't stop him even if they surrounded him, so the Green Wolf Gang couldn't even think about setting a trap for him, or they might end up losing everything.

The most important thing is to wake him up. Now we have a common enemy outside, lurking in the dark, so we should stop haggling over trivial matters.

Ma Bin's face turned dark, and he had a thousand words to say in his heart but he didn't know where to start.

But the text message reply I was editing became:
——What are the characteristics of that group of black market traders?
SMS reply immediately:

——A middle-aged man with a face full of chrysanthemums when he faked a smile, and two others with dark faces.

On the other end, Feng Mu grinned, knowing that this text message implied his consent.

The risk of Ma Bin defaulting cannot be said to be completely eliminated, but it has at least been reduced by half. Feng Mu can consider finding an opportunity to withdraw the money.

Leave the bedroom and eat three bowls of rice.

During the meal, Wang Xiuli told him that Feng Ju had called back and it seemed that the big fish had not been hooked yet and the police station could not wait any longer and had to close the net.

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was far from as calm as his appearance.

After returning to the bedroom, Feng Mu sat in front of the desk for a few minutes, took a few deep breaths, rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands, and when he stood up again, he had a handful of iron bead powder stuffed in his mouth.

[Metal detected - pig iron, edible!]
[Do you want to occupy the new food slot?]
[Occupied!]
[Current edible column 1: Pig iron (edible degree 0.1/100%)]
[Edibleness↑]
There is no time to hesitate anymore. Open a new food column first, upgrade it quickly, and improve your combat power.

As for the other food slot, whether to choose [Rusty Iron] or have a chance to open [Yin Sha Jiuyou Evil and Sin Iron], it will not be too late to decide after the raw iron is full.

"I shouldn't have slept in vain last night. I wasted precious time." Feng Mu felt annoyed.

During this month, his diligence has surpassed 99% of the people in the world, but he is still not satisfied.

It would be great if there was a term that could allow one to not need to sleep and be tireless forever... This is Feng Mu’s biggest hope and wish before going to bed every night.

While he started swallowing iron again, Feng Mu opened the drawer, took out a syringe, and stabbed it into his arm without mercy, drawing out blood.

“What I lost last night, I have to make up double today,” he thought to himself.

Feng Mu was determined to draw three tubes of blood. Moreover, he did not intend to flush the blood down the toilet like he did a few days ago, but to store it in an opaque container. [Feast]: The blood of the same kind is full of tempting fragrance. Devour them and you will be able to live forever~
If you treat others as blood bags, your own soul will inevitably degenerate into an inhuman state.

So, if I treat myself as a blood bag, will I still degenerate into a non-human?

Maybe not, maybe it will be even more inhumane, Feng Mu couldn’t say for sure, but he planned to try, he had no choice.

The situation suddenly changed. Ma Bin would obviously speed up his promotion. The police station was about to close in, and the black market traders were also provoked... All kinds of dangers, both overt and covert, gave Feng Mu a feeling that the situation was going to escalate.

If the above dangers could come one by one in sequence, Feng Mu would be confident that he could hold on.

However, Feng Mu had a strange feeling. He vaguely felt that these gunpowder barrels that did not seem to be stacked together might be detonated at the same time and create a huge firework explosion.

A powder keg, Feng Mu said that [the iron eater] could carry it;
There are two powder kegs. Feng Mu thinks that he can handle it with a [Crazy Blood];
but,
With three gunpowder barrels stacked together, it might be difficult to withstand it without the [Feast].

Feng Mu wanted to watch the fireworks, and was even a little eager to light some fireworks, but he absolutely did not want to be blown to pieces and become a firework in the eyes of others.

The blood in the three syringes is just enough to fill the thermos cup.

Feng Mu tightened the lid of the cup and put it in his bag. From tomorrow on, he would carry it with him every day.

"Unfortunately, the shelf life of blood is only 24 hours after it leaves the body," Feng Mu thought. Fortunately, he could change it every day.

The 24-hour shelf life was not a number Feng Mu came up with on the spur of the moment, but one he had tested a few days ago, although it was not for drinking.

But it is done by induction.

Feng Mu discovered when he drew blood for the first time that if his own blood was stored in a metal container after leaving the body, he could sense the location and activity of the blood.

He once had a bloody battle with Zhang Tong, but the blood he lost could not be sensed because it splashed onto the ground and was directly contaminated and instantly inactivated.

After drawing blood that day, he discovered this feature when he quietly took the iron basin to the bathroom to empty the toilet.

He could sense the blood when it was in the iron basin, but the sense disappeared when the blood was poured into the toilet.

Therefore, Feng Mu deduced that his blood needed metals, and further, iron metals to be stored in order to remain active outside the body.

It makes sense. After all, [Crazy Blood] and [Iron Eater] were born together, so it's inevitable that they have some special bond with each other~
However, the activity of blood stored in iron metal is not permanent and can only last for 24 hours. After 24 hours, Feng Mu can no longer sense his own blood.

By the way, this kind of sensing is regardless of distance, which means that if someone steals Feng Mu’s iron can of blood, then within 24 hours, even if that person runs to the ends of the earth, Feng Mu can still sense the coordinates of that can of blood.

A seemingly useless little ability. After all, Feng Mu couldn't think of anyone crazy enough to steal his blood.

But, what if we use it the other way around?
Feng Mu put the syringe back into the drawer, his eyes lingered on the black core for a while, and the outline of a scheme began to brew in his mind.

"If it really works, then the black core might really be able to gain a lot of weight~" Feng Mu murmured to himself, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.

He stood by the window, watching the night gradually darken outside. He couldn't see the person who was following and monitoring him, but he knew that person must not have left.

Which one will it be?

A middle-aged man with a chrysanthemum smile, an ordinary dark face, or the dark face that plays with ants?
Draw the curtains.

Feng Mu gathered his thoughts, immersed himself in the world, and began to do gymnastics...

(End of this chapter)