7:00 PM.

After work, Wang Jian bade farewell to Feng Mu with a worried look, turning back repeatedly, afraid that this farewell would be their last goodbye.

Feng Mu waved goodbye to Wang Jian and walked back to the crematorium.

After burning the Calamity Corpses, the room where the furnace was closed still retained a strange meaty aroma that could stimulate one's appetite.

Feng Mu took out an Iron Ball from his pocket, crushed it into powder, and swallowed it.

Outside, the tail lights of Upper City were still on; it was rush hour, and the crematorium's temperature was just right, not too cold or hot, perfect for lingering a bit to practice Body Forging Exercise.

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Feng Mu focused entirely on practicing the Body Forging Exercise, thoroughly absorbed.

Time passed unnoticed, and the two tufts of hair at the crematorium entrance fluttered in the cold wind.

Red Hair: "Why hasn't that kid come out yet? He hasn't run off early, has he?"

With a sullen face, Huang Mao snorted coldly: "Let's wait a bit longer; maybe he's just hiding inside, too scared to come out."

1 hour later.

The workers of the crematorium gradually left, leaving only a few security guards standing at the entrance.

Huang Mao spat on the ground, his patience exhausted, scowling as he led Red Hair towards the crematorium.

The security guard stopped him, refusing entry.

Huang Mao made a show of trying to forcibly enter, but the security guard put down his thermos cup and pulled out an electric baton, its arc sparking brightly.

Huang Mao didn't expect that a mere security guard would dare to stop the two of them and was about to turn red with anger.

The security guard said in a deep voice, "Feng Mu hasn't come out; if you want to find him, you'll have to wait outside."

Blocking them was the security guard's duty, related to his job, so he couldn't possibly back down; but informing them that Feng Mu was still inside was a smart move to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

Huang Mao glanced again at the sparking electric baton, sneered, and backed off, gritting his teeth: "Keep watching; I don't believe he can stay inside forever."

Red Hair nodded, resolving internally that later he would pour all his anger onto Feng Mu, showing him what it means not to mess with red hair.

2 hours later.

The two men's cigarette packs were empty.

"We're blocking the entrance; maybe he's afraid to come out. How about we hide?"

"Damn, that makes sense."

The two of them left the entrance of the crematorium and hid in the bushes by the roadside.

To be fair, they actually had a bit of brains~

And, as they hid in the bushes, enduring mosquitoes with humiliation, the tail lights of Upper City dimmed, and in the distance came the creaking sound of bicycle wheels turning, getting closer, drowning out the buzzing of mosquitoes by their ears.

"Have the two left?"

"Seriously, I was just a moment late; weren't we supposed to stay here?"

"I shouldn't have overestimated the integrity of thugs."

Feng Mu felt displeased inside; could it be that tonight the two of them escaped another disaster?

"Stop!"

Two strong men suddenly jumped out of the bushes, one red and one yellow, standing out starkly in the night like a plate of stir-fried eggs with tomatoes when hungry, making one's mouth water.

Feng Mu swallowed: "You didn't leave?"

Red Hair combed his hair with one hand, his swollen eyes revealing a fierce glint: "Now you know to swallow in fear, too late."

Feng Mu got off his bike, lowered his head, not daring to meet their gaze, only staring at their shadows on the ground, tremblingly saying: "Wait, it's not convenient here, let's change places."

The two of them were taken aback, as if they had misheard.

Feng Mu felt this patch of bushes was still too close to the crematorium; he needed to find another secluded spot.

He raised his head, controlled his facial muscles into a look of alarm, shivering in fear: "Didn't you say this afternoon that as long as I told you what I've been doing recently, you'd let me go?"

Huang Mao and Red Hair exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding something, both their eyes lighting up.

Then they heard Feng Mu pleading very sincerely: "I'll show you my secret; I've buried it not far away."

A surprise came too suddenly, and the two of them immediately felt their blood surging, their breath becoming rapid.

Damn~

Bin's tactics were awesome; it seemed this kid was really fooled, ready to spill something!

Feng Mu took in their jackpot-winning expressions completely, thinking they had taken the bait, so he turned around, slowly pushing his bike forward.

The two hurried to follow, even urging impatiently: "Stop dawdling, hurry up and lead the way."

Since someone was in such a hurry to die, Feng Mu naturally didn't dare delay, quickly speeding up his pace, walking faster and more astray, twisting and turning into a desolate area.

"Kid, how much farther?" Huang Mao was getting impatient. It wasn't that he was suspicious; he just felt they had walked too far, his feet tired.

"Almost there, just ahead," Feng Mu said without stopping.

After another quarter hour, Red Hair stepped forward to grab the bike handle, seeming to sense something amiss, speaking harshly: "Where exactly is it?"

Feng Mu let go of the handle, glanced around; the viewpoint revealed varying thickets, some waist-high, with abandoned buildings swallowed by darkness in the distance.

Aside from the sound of the wind and insects, it didn't seem like there was anyone else, just the three of them.

Feng Mu turned around: "It's here; I think it's quite nice; what do you think?"

Red Hair suspiciously glanced around and asked: "Where is this, and why should we like it? What exactly did you bury, and where?"

Feng Mu looked up, gazing at the gradually dimming lights of Upper City, then casually pointed at their feet, grinning with a mouthful of white teeth.

"Aren't the things buried under you two?"

The eerie voice reached their ears, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood up. Looking again at the kid in front of them, there was no trace of panic left on his face, just a sinister and vicious expression on the pallid complexion.

Before Red Hair could react, Feng Mu grabbed with one hand, assuming a strange starting position.

Red Hair quickly let go of the bike handle, stumbling back, but couldn't outrun the claw tearing through the air.

Crane Claw Skill Third Form·Sky-splitting Finger.

Following the memories of brain and muscle, the fingers weathered by a decade of forging split the air with a sharp scream, just like when he practiced at the outset, clawing above the surface of a basin, hooking an iron ball.

With just a gentle hook and pull.

Red Hair's retreat halted, he screamed miserably, losing his balance and falling forward, a bloody hole torn in his shoulder, pierced through by a finger, lodging in his collarbone, blood spurting across his face.

Red face and red hair, the taste of death!

"A bit weak, not enough for practice."

Feng Mu ignored Red Hair's screams, twisted his finger, hooking the bone, and pulled along the seam.

Once, Zhang Tong had intended to treat Feng Mu this way, but he failed and died. Now, Feng Mu used the same move on Red Hair.

Crane Claw Skill Sixth Form·Bone-Carving.

Red Hair couldn't dodge, couldn't escape, truly exemplifying weakness and frailty, taking a step back meant ending up crippled and near death.

The bone tore the muscle, the muscle ripped the blood vessels, shoulder and neck were gaping open, a bloody scene.

"Don't retreat, retreat and you'll end up like him; I will never retreat again!"

Feng Mu vowed silently, feeling his combat experience soar, then turned, deploying Crane Claw Skill Second Form·Dragonfly Sweep, launching at Huang Mao, who was drawing a knife and changing color with rage.

Watching Red Hair's plight, Huang Mao's heartbeat accelerated, shouting: "We were just trying to scare you this afternoon, kid, you didn't need to react so extremely!"

Feng Mu seemed to hear nothing, taking two quick steps, his index and middle fingers exuding an eerie black-purple aura.

Crane Claw Skill Second Form, known as Dragonfly Sweep, sounded harmless, touching the water without noise, but actually it was a sinister move designed to gouge out eyes.

"I know you were trying to trick me, but that doesn't matter; what matters is you have to kill me, or I'll kill you," Feng Mu's voice was cold, with singular intent to take lives.

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