Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 587: Everyone has their own agenda? They are really hiding it! (Two in one)

The touch was as light as a feather, but it made the baby-faced man's hair stand on end. He was completely unaware that someone was approaching.

Her fingers flicked lightly at his wrist.

"Uh!"

The baby-faced boy groaned, and his entire arm felt as if it had been electrocuted. The numbness instantly spread to half of his body, his five fingers became stiff as if in spasm, and he almost dropped his phone.

His eyes suddenly widened and he met an old face that was as dry and wrinkled as tree bark.

The old face looked particularly eerie in the darkness. His cloudy eyeballs moved slightly in his deep eye sockets. His mouth was grinning, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow and black rotten teeth.

"It's you, you..."

The baby-faced girl's skin twitched, and her vocal cords were trembling.

"Didn't you say you weren't hungry and went to bed?"

He suddenly shut up, thinking he had asked a very stupid question.

He knew that he couldn't believe a single word that an old man like this said.

The person who came was Li Guishe who had already returned to his room to sleep.

Hearing this, his smile deepened, and the wrinkles on his face piled up like ravines:

"I'm not hungry, but as a master, I have to help my disciples digest what they can't finish."

His voice suddenly became hoarse, and his cloudy eyes were filled with intriguing kindness.
"This is the responsibility of a master, don't you think?"

The baby-faced man's eyes widened. He seemed to suddenly realize something and said in doubt:
"No, you were there just now, but you didn't stop me from texting, you..."

Baby face scalp tingling:
"You are alone. None of your disciples followed you. No, you caught up with me secretly without their knowledge. What do you want to do?"

The baby-faced man felt a chill all over his body. He had no idea what Li Guishe was doing, and this uncertainty made his hair stand on end.

There was something that made him feel more terrified than death or mission failure.

Li Guishe frowned, a look of displeasure showing on his face.

"You are too smart, kid. It's not good. You are not likable."

He sighed and gently touched the baby-faced girl's eyebrows with his finger.

The baby-faced boy wanted to dodge, but he was unable to move and was hit between the eyebrows.

"How can a master carry his apprentice on his back?"

Li Guishe's tone suddenly became deep, as if it came from far away.
"I have clearly been sleeping in the house."

The baby-faced boy's pupils suddenly dilated and he fell straight back, his consciousness falling into darkness.

Li Guishe clamped his ankles with his skinny hands and dragged him along the bluestone road like a dead dog. His other hand was holding a cell phone that was still vibrating, and the cold light from the screen reflected his wrinkled old face.

Neither answer the call nor hang up.

In the dark and gloomy alley, no one could tell what he was thinking from those old eyes.

.......
The next morning, Feng Mu opened his eyes in bed.

Several lines of subtitles appeared on the retina:

[Second Prison (partially missing)]
[Second Prison Control Progress Update!]
[Current control completeness 87%→90%! ! ! ]
[Event Log Record:

1. Wang Cong and you were attacked separately, and you succeeded in counter-killing. (Completeness +1%)

2. You ordered three takeouts for the martial arts school, all of which were consumed by the disciples. (Completeness +3%)

3. The person in the dark received the intelligence feedback that Baby Face finally sent, and became more wary of you and Wang Cong. (Completeness -1%)]
Overall, the result was a happy one, as Feng Mu's control over the Second Prison increased by another three points.

This shows that last night's killing was not in vain. It was equivalent to cutting off an arm of the person in the dark, making it more difficult for the other party to cause trouble.

But there are two hidden dangers:

First, the person in the dark received the information from Baby Face and became even more wary of him. If he does something again next time, it will definitely be a more elaborate and deadly killing plan.

The second and most bizarre point is that all three takeout meals were consumed by the master?
"But, Second Senior Sister and the others returned empty-handed last night. Obviously, one of them escaped, right?"

Feng Mu frowned slightly. He believed that the information given by the system could not be wrong.

"So, who ate the takeaway secretly without telling anyone?"

The tempting smell of food coming from outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

Feng Mu pushed the door open and saw Hong Ya holding a huge paulownia rice bucket and serving porridge to everyone at the stone table. The steaming hot air blurred her profile as she hummed a tune.

The senior brothers and sisters all sat around the stone table and took the bowl of porridge handed to them by Hong Ya one by one.

The milky white porridge surface is shiny with oil, and an indescribable rich aroma rises.

Yuan Xidi took a big gulp, smacked his lips, and frowned slightly:
"Why is this porridge so thick and sticky, and has an indescribable taste?"

“It smells like meat~”

Hong Ya smiled and explained while scooping porridge:
"After you all went to bed last night, I couldn't sleep so I went to the kitchen to cook. I cooked this porridge all night and added a secret seasoning that can make the porridge taste meaty. It's the kind you can't buy outside."

(My own little socks, worn on my feet for a few days, and held in my brother’s mouth for a few days, are definitely specially seasoned, I’m not lying~)

Yuan Xidi suddenly realized, took another sip, and grinned:
"I see. No wonder it's so delicious."

Zhao Zhixin also took a sip, then turned to look at Feng Mu and said teasingly:
"We should be blessed by our junior brother. Hongya is usually too lazy to make porridge for us."

Hongya's eyes curved into crescents, and she scooped another spoonful into Zhao Zhixin's bowl, saying sweetly:
"Third Brother, if you like, drink more porridge. I will make it for you often in the future."

Liu Xie looked at Feng Mu, feeling a little apologetic, but he didn't show it on his face. He just drank the porridge silently.

Gong Qi urged:
"Hongya, serve a bowl to my junior brother first."

Hong Ya ignored him and served everyone the porridge. She then half-opened the lid of the porridge bucket and took out a bowl of porridge that she had prepared earlier and handed it to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu and his fellow brothers and sisters were slightly surprised.

Hongya remained calm and said with a smile:
"Junior brother, drink from this bowl. This bowl was scooped out by Senior Sister in advance and dried. It is just not too hot for your mouth."

Feng Mu took the bowl of porridge and glanced at the bowls in his senior brothers and sisters' hands, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Every bowl of porridge looked the same, but the blood bars that appeared on his retina were subtly different.

His bowl of porridge is called - Junior Sister's Love Porridge[1/1].

Their bowl of porridge is called Junior Sister’s “Love” Porridge [1/1].

Feng Mu gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with a porcelain spoon and took two sips.

"Master, don't you want to eat breakfast?"

He suddenly spoke, glancing towards the closed door on the east side of the courtyard.

Hong Ya also drank from the bowl of porridge that had been dried in advance. She blinked her big eyes and spoke with a tone full of filial piety:

"I'm afraid Master didn't sleep well last night. Let him sleep a little longer."

She completely forgot who had forcibly woken up the master last night. The key point was that she had not decided which bowl of love porridge to serve to the master.

Feng Mu hummed, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, the whites of his eyes dilating slightly. He seemed to be drinking porridge casually, but in fact he quietly activated [Perspective Insight Level 3].

The view penetrates the wooden door and the brick wall, but becomes blurred the moment you enter the room.

The room seemed to be covered with a layer of thick ink that could not be dissolved. One could only vaguely see a blurry figure sitting beside the bed, holding something in his hands and looking down at it.

The outline looked like the master, but something seemed wrong.

The thing in his hand should be a book, otherwise, it can't be a human head~
"Strange, I can't see it clearly?"

Feng Mu was full of doubts.

Lv3's perspective can penetrate 20 centimeters of dead objects, and the master's door does not have three layers of thickness, so it is impossible for it to be 20 centimeters thick.

But why can't I see it clearly?

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly and he abruptly withdrew his gaze, the porcelain spoon drawing tiny ripples on the surface of the porridge.

Because the blurry figure beside the bed seemed to sense something and was slowly turning his head, his eyes facing the direction where he was outside the wall.

Feng Mu's heart trembled:

"Could it be the takeaway that the chef picked up? But the chef went back to his room to sleep last night and didn't go out again?"

"The door and the window are in the same direction, so it's impossible to climb out through the window. So I guessed wrong, and it wasn't the master, or... is there another exit in that house?"

Feng Mu couldn't make up his mind either. After becoming the master's disciple, he had never been to his master's room.

While I was thinking, the door creaked open.

Li Guishe, wearing a grey cloth jacket, walked out slowly. The dark circles under his eyes were darker than usual, and it seemed that he really did not sleep well.

"master!"

Hongya called out crisply, quickly serving a bowl of hot porridge to him, "Drink this."

Li Guishe took the bowl, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

He glanced at all the disciples and finally stopped at Feng Mu. He then pulled out a few thread-bound books from his bosom. The covers had turned yellow and were curled at the edges.

Feng Mu quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, took it with both hands, and smelled a stale smell mixed with dust and mildew.

He lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the faded words on the cover, then carefully took it into his arms, and heard Li Guishe's instructions:

"Take these martial arts and study them carefully. Practice them diligently and don't slack off."

All the senior brothers and sisters were secretly complaining in their hearts:

"Junior brother is already very competitive, but you, Master, want him to work even harder. Are you trying to drive us to death?"

Li Guishe ignored the disciples' thoughts and continued to instruct:

"If these martial arts are really helpful in breaking through [Blood Flesh and Blood Beginning True Kung Fu], remember that feeling and come back to tell your brothers and sisters."

The area around the stone table suddenly became quiet, and Feng Mu could feel several burning gazes looking at him.

Apparently, after last night, the brothers and sisters had become more active.

Since the "perfection" of certain martial arts can help [Blood and Flesh Initialization True Skill] break through very smoothly, then even if we have to settle for the second best and practice that martial art to "minor success" or "great success", will it also have some effect?

The key is to find the corresponding martial arts.

They knew they didn't have the ability, but the junior brother had proven that he did.

They did not expect to be able to achieve the level of the junior brother. After all, they all suffered from chronic constipation. Just a little bit of lubrication would save their lives.

Feng Mu grinned and gave all his senior brothers and sisters a gentle smile, and everything was said without words.

He finished the porridge in his bowl in a few mouthfuls, and was about to leave when he suddenly paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and asked casually:

"By the way, do you know where I can get the marrow cleansing pill or the gene injection?"

………….
Du Changle didn't sleep all night.

He sat in the study, his fat body slumped in the chair.

In the middle of the desk, the folding screen mobile phone was still emitting a faint cold light, and next to it lay a SIM card chip that had been violently crushed.

"Mission failed...all dead?"

Du Changle's voice rose in the dead silent study, hoarse like sandpaper scraping across the cavity of rotten wood, and trembling with disbelief.

The round face that looked like Maitreya Buddha no longer had the false smile on it. The corners of the mouth were no longer raised, but instead were pulled downward to form two knife-like nasolabial folds, and the nostrils were open, breathing out hot air.

This is no longer the Laughing Maitreya, but the ferocious Yaksha.

"I originally thought that they were just two small ants that could be easily crushed to death, but I didn't expect them to be man-eating ants. It really hurts me!"

Losing a team of white masks is like cutting off one's own arm for Du Changle!

Although there are quite a few White Masks in the Hidden Gate, not many of them can be completely subdued by him and are willing to serve him.

What's more, the white masks of the baby-faced team are the most convenient for him to use.

Du Changle's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he kept chewing two names:

"Feng Mu! Wang Cong!"

However, beneath the murderous intent, a deeper chill, like ice water, was quietly creeping up along the spine.

"You two hid it really well. Li Hanyu must have been deceived."

A logic that couldn't be simpler: the deeper a person hides, the bigger his ambition must be, and such people usually won't serve as dogs for others.

Du Changle believed it firmly.

Because that's who he is.

Thinking more deeply, was the truth behind Qian Huan's bombing really done by those two prison wardens?

Li Hanyu thought he had avenged his son, but if that was true, would it be possible...
Du Changle was horrified when he thought about it. Some of the truths he had known before suddenly became confusing again.

Du Changle felt a chill in his heart:
"What roles did Wang Cong and Feng Mu play in the Second Prison? Did they each have their own agenda, or were they working together to stage a show?"

Du Changle had a lot of thoughts and suspicions, but he couldn't confirm them. The only thing he could confirm was that there was definitely something wrong with these two people, and his plan to take over the Second Prison might not be so easy.

Du Changle's face was gloomy. He suddenly picked up his mobile phone and slid his finger frantically through the contact list, finally hovering over the name of "Councilor Wang Xinfa".

He tried to make a call several times, but each time, his fingers froze the moment they touched the screen.

This call cannot be made!

Although telling Councillor Wang is the simplest way to deal with it, it may also affect myself and arouse the suspicion of the councillor, which is not worth the loss.

How could he destroy the character he spent decades building up just because of two ants?

"So, the best way is..."

Du Changle changed his mind, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes.
"Should I go find Li Hanyu and try to give this woman a heads up?"

Du Changle weighed the pros and cons in his mind and regained his Maitreya Buddha-like smile.

If Li Hanyu didn't believe it, she would at most think that she was a villain who was trying to sow discord, which was harmless; but if she believed it, even if she only believed it halfway...
(End of this chapter)