Can you operate like this?

It's not enough to use a sister as a shield, but you also have to add another layer of disguise, and then with [Mask], it's like putting three layers of armor over your real self.

How insecure are you, or has trust between people diminished to such an extent nowadays?

The receiver had already thought of Feng Mu as devious and cunning as possible, but he truly didn't expect that he had still underestimated the opponent.

Feng Mu was not only devious and cunning but also cold-blooded, heartless, full of lies, and... cautious to an extreme degree!

One can only say that the nickname [Mask] is well-deserved.

The receiver was frozen on the spot, at the brink of death, his brain cells unusually active, yet despite this, he still couldn't figure out whose name Feng Mu had replaced his with.

But he realized, the email was edited and sent in his name, so, after his death, he would still have to bear this blame.

What's even more hateful is that Feng Mu might not have thought of this plan at first; he might have just wanted to use Feng Yuhuai as a target.

It was himself who personally handed the upgraded script to the opponent.

Instantly angry to death, dying with regrets.

The receiver's eyes held a murderous gaze, but unfortunately, in front of the goat mask was a Snake Face, in front of the Snake Face was a Niu, and in front of the Niu was a Hyena, and in front of the Hyena was a vicious tiger.

Just say it.

The person is already listening to his own last words with certainty of victory, speaking while still blocked by three people, sincerely giving no chance to die due to verbosity.

The receiver gritted his teeth, "Who is it? Whose name did you change it to?"

Under the Snake Face, Gong Qi was itching to answer, looking at the name above the information in the email, eager to solve the other person's doubt for the little junior brother.

People with strong curiosity and a tendency to get to the bottom of things like to explain the solving process to others, which brings them immense internal satisfaction.

"The little junior brother's first time organizing [the gathering] is already more interesting than the gatherings organized by the senior brothers and sisters before. Master's decision to take in the little junior brother was truly the wisest decision in recent years." Gong Qi was elated inside.

If Feng Mu's system could detect the goodwill value of teammates.

He would find that [Affection +1+1+1...] symbols were frequently popping up above the Snake Face. This also happened back when Yuan Xidi was beaten to a pulp.

Feng Mu didn't realize that his "lies galore" unexpectedly hit the odd kink of the fifth senior brother.

He wasn't meaninglessly chatting with the receiver; on the one hand, he wanted to understand where he was exposed to prevent it next time, and on the other, he was using words to trap the other person.

Feng Mu grinned, and with a sinister reveal, said, "If you want to know the answer, you'll have to answer a few of my questions first."

The receiver looked constipated; he knew he had been dragged into a trap by Feng Mu. He didn't want to answer Feng Mu's questions anymore, but he couldn't hold back.

He couldn't possibly die with doubts?!

"Don't even think of tricking me." The receiver sneered.

"Oh." Feng Mu chuckled, "Are you sure you want to die with questions? Then how are you different from the brainless fool on the ground?"

The receiver mocked, "Provocation, huh!"

Feng Mu gave a light laugh, "If you don't want to speak, I won't force you. Anyway, the next batch of Calamity Corpse Sect friends will soon arrive for you, it'll be the same asking them."

Feng Mu admitted frankly; he had no intention of torturing the receiver for a confession.

He's a kind person, even killing others without making them suffer before their death. Besides, this method likely wouldn't work on cultists.

The previously buried Dark No. 1 had already shown an example.

Interrogating cultists has a very low cost-effectiveness; it's better to gently entice them into speaking voluntarily.

Sometimes lies, or the art of language, wield more power than blades, especially with intelligent individuals, and is the receiver smart?

Clearly, the content of the email already indicates the issue, at least, Feng Mu believes the receiver certainly considers himself extremely smart.

As for the receiver's recent "turning from dark to light," forget about that plot, anyone who believes that is brainless, and the headless slurry on the ground is a cautionary tale.

The receiver was silent; he was still very faithful to the Calamity Corpse Sect, but the next batch of reinforcements might not be, so instead of waiting for them to come, what if...

As a person who thinks highly of himself as smart, the receiver can accept death, but he cannot accept dying with an unjust blame.

This would be more humiliating than killing him, shrimp equals pork heart here.

The receiver's teeth were almost biting through as he growled, "What do you want to know, I'll only answer one question."

Feng Mu shook his head, "No, you calculated wrong. It's not one question for one answer, that's not fair. It should be how many people do you think the next batch of reinforcements will bring, and how many mouths to answer questions."

Gong Qi was stunned by the side, amazed at the meticulous thought process of the little junior brother.

Under the Niu mask, Wang Yu glanced at Feng Mu in surprise; he wasn't curious about secrets, he just thought the little junior brother's way of speaking was very artistic, very much like himself.

The Niu mask displayed [Affection +1+1+1...]

Feng Mu held out three fingers, gently enticing, "I'm not taking advantage of you, three questions for one, how about that?"

The receiver gazed at the calm goat head, a sudden inexplicable fear rising in his heart.

That mask seemed to turn into a demon's avatar, the twisted goat horns flickering with eerie light under the dim lamp, seemingly containing a compelling allure.

"Fine, ask away." The receiver admitted defeat.

Feng Mu stretched out his first finger, coldly said, "From where did you start suspecting me?"

Feng Mu had carefully browsed through the email, which firmly confirmed [Mask] as Feng Mu, but didn't explain how the other party initially began to suspect him.

Regarding lies, suspicion is more important than truth.

Feng Mu asked simply, but the receiver immediately understood what Feng Mu was asking.

He pondered for a moment, then said quietly, "When you handed the Black Core to Black Face, yet didn't show reluctance, it wasn't normal."

Feng Mu was momentarily stunned.

A smug expression crept upon the twisted face of the receiver, "Black Face said you like to touch iron, and Black Core is also iron!"

Feng Mu suddenly realized, never having thought he was exposed due to that detail.

He sincerely admitted, "My acting wasn't up to par, I've been taught."

The receiver looked at the goat head with a complicated expression, and for a moment, even felt a bit "convinced."

One doesn't fear an intelligent and cunning enemy; what's terrifying is an enemy who is humble and eager to learn, always improving... truly a frightening guy, even likely to grow even scarier in the future.

The receiver realized he wasn't wronged in losing to [Mask]; he might not have lost in intelligence, even having once held the opponent's weaknesses, yet in the end, why was he the one dying?

"I placed too much faith in my own judgment, too arrogant, not cautious enough, I should have also been more like [Mask]..."

The receiver shook his head, no longer thinking about it, now it's too late to reflect and learn.

The receiver sighed, putting one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand, mimicking Feng Mu's gesture, extended two fingers: "It's time for the second question."

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