Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 573 [Old Tree on the Grave] is dead? ! !

Feng Mu's philosophy of life towards black and white seems simple, but it implies the wisdom of living in harmony with the world and making peace with it.

The people from the Internal Inspection Department, as the natives of this world, simply couldn't understand what nonsense [The Old Tree on the Grave] was talking about.

Their thinking is simpler and more crude than Feng Mu's, which is to always follow the minister's steps.

If the minister is black, they wear black clothes; if the minister is white, they wear white clothes.

Gong Qi’s brain is much more active, but the thoughts of [The Old Tree on the Grave] are not in line with his brain waves at all.

Save people? ! !

What the hell, saving people is not as interesting as killing people~
[The Old Tree on the Grave] realized that his persuasion had failed, but he was not too depressed. Instead, he threw the burnt cigarette butt to the ground.

He finally exhaled a smoke ring and said in a deep voice:

"After talking so much, you are actually just confusing me. What you really want to know is [air tax], right?"

[Old Tree on the Grave]’s guess was absolutely correct. If Gong Qi hadn’t seen the manuscript on his computer, he wouldn’t have knocked on the door politely, and Feng Mu wouldn’t have talked to the dead.

In fact, Feng Mu didn’t know about the [air tax] at all before. On the surface, he was just a small character and didn’t have any high-level spies in the Executive Yuan.

Li Shang and Hou Wendong together can only be counted as half at the moment.

He also has to wait until some policies or proposals are fully announced before he can know about them.

Although TV stations have been bombarding him with propaganda recently, he has vaguely sensed that something is wrong, but he has not associated it with [air tax].

After all, even breathing has to be taxed. This crazy idea is too subversive. Even if he was reborn as a human, he never thought that even air could be priced.

But after reading the manuscript of [The Old Tree on the Grave], he suddenly felt as if the fog had been cleared and some things were connected.

It's not just the various propaganda on TV, blank citizen registration and so on, but it also reminds me of the "Octagon Cage" plan.

“No wonder Wang Xinfa and Guangming Group both showed great interest and concern in the Octagon Project. At first, I just thought they had a keen sense of smell.

Now it seems that there may be a reason behind this [air tax], and they want to use the Octagon to plan a bigger game. "

After all, Feng Mu has never been an official, so his interpretation and sensitivity of policies are his weaknesses.

He could only vaguely sense that [Air Tax] and [Octagon Cage] might be linked together, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he urgently needed the answer from [Old Tree on the Grave].

Feng Mu's question was full of mystery. He did not ask whether the [air tax] was a subjective speculation of the [old tree on the grave], nor did he directly ask whether the news was true.

Instead, he asked [the old tree on the grave] about the source of the news.

In addition, if he broke into the room and asked directly at the beginning, [the old tree on the grave] would definitely remain silent.

But now that [Grave Tree] has spoken, it doesn’t matter if we chat for a few more words, even though he replied with a sneer:
"Don't waste your time. I won't tell you. Don't even think about getting any answers from me."

Little do people know that there is a fundamental difference between remaining silent and answering “I won’t tell you”.

The former does not contain any information, while the latter "I won't tell you" is itself an answer that reveals hidden information and tendencies.

"Understood,"

Feng Mu's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyelashes cast a dangerous shadow on his lenses.

“[The air tax] is real!!!”

[The old tree on the grave] suddenly widened his eyes, realizing that he had been fooled. He opened his mouth and said, "You..."

"Thank you. Any last words?"

Feng Mu's hand moved away from the latter's shoulder and grabbed the latter's throat. He originally had a plan B of torture, but he softened his heart after all, and he was unwilling to torture an idealist.

Maybe it’s just like what [The Old Tree on the Grave] said, even for him, the deepest inclination in his heart is to hope that the place where he stands can be cleaner.

[The Old Tree on the Grave] said nothing, but just stared at the computer next to him.

Feng Mu understood what the other party was worried about, and he promised:

"Okay, I promise you!"

[The old tree on the grave] did not have the slightest fear of death in its eyes; instead, it opened its mouth wide and smiled brightly.

"This madman must have been influenced by me a little bit, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to me. That person is right, everything has meaning, even... death!!"

Feng Mu didn’t know what the [old tree on the grave] was laughing at, he just felt a little irritated for some reason and clenched his fingers together with a little force.

[The old tree on the grave] endured the pain of having his throat crushed and laughed:
“Even if I die as an [old tree on a grave], there are still 14,314 [old trees on graves] left. When the sparks burn across the sky, everyone in the world will become an [old tree on a grave]. Hahahaha——”

"Crack!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and [the old tree on the grave] breathed its last and died.

Feng Mu looked at the corpse with a frozen smile, his face looked strange:
"Fourteen thousand three hundred and fourteen. How come there are still decimal places and integers?"

He let go of the body, letting it slide down, and ordered in a cold voice:
"Take away his head and tongue, and pack them up and seal them."

This is the gift that will be given to the warden later. Feng Mu will definitely do what he promised.

The members of the Internal Affairs Department behind him immediately took action, some cutting heads, some cutting tongues, and some packing boxes.

Gong Qi sat in front of the computer, holding the mouse with the cursor on the "Publish" button, and looked at Feng Mu and asked:

“Are you really going to publish it?”

Feng Mu nodded: "Yeah!"

The warden must do what he promised, and he who promised [the old tree on the grave] will naturally do what he promised.

Promises made to the living must be fulfilled, and promises made to the dead must also be fulfilled. Feng Mu is a man of his word.

Click, click of the mouse, the last words of [The Old Tree on the Grave] are released, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will cause a huge storm on the Internet.

"Minister, look, there are strange symbols under this man's tongue..."

Liu Yi suddenly exclaimed. A bloody tongue was spread out in his hand. As the blood flowed, a strange black symbol slowly emerged on the back of the tongue.

The symbol was like an Ouroboros-shaped ring, emitting a sinister black aura. It twisted and squirmed like a living thing, and then dissipated into the air visibly.

Only the motionless half of the tongue remained.

Feng Mu's face changed, his pupils shrank, and an absurd thought struck him:

"This is... the Tongue-Root Death Curse?!"

[The Tongue Root Death Curse: An extremely vicious blood curse. The person you have cast this curse on must not reveal your information, otherwise they will bleed to death.

Ps: The judgment of leaks is based on the principle of "subjective consciousness". ]
Feng Mu was sure that he had not recognized the symbol wrongly. It was definitely the [Tongue Death Curse], a loyalty label that would only be planted on members of [Destiny].

So, I killed my own people? ! ! !

(End of this chapter)