I wonder if it's just an illusion.

Ma Bin felt as if the phone in his hand had transformed into a monstrous bloody mouth, swallowing half his head and neck whole.

The voice coming from the phone didn't sound human, but more like a demon gnawing on his flesh.

"...That's all. The Cyan Wolf Gang is big enough, they shouldn't mind this little from me."

The phone seemed oblivious to Ma Bin's heavy breathing, cheerfully asking questions.

After waiting for about ten seconds, Ma Bin took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of murderous intent in his heart, and said, "You want too much stuff; I need some time to prepare, about a week."

Feng Mu squinted, combining the intel Ma Wei had passed on to him in recent days, and had a plan in mind: "In a week, that will be Zheng Si's time of death."

Does it really take a week to prepare these things?

Clearly, Ma Bin intended to use this week to kill Zheng Si and seize power.

By then, if I foolishly go to claim payment, guess how the rest of the story will play out?

However, Feng Mu didn't expose him but assumed the identity of the true "Avenger" and said with hatred, "Fine, notify me on this phone when you act; I want to personally kill Zheng Si."

"Okay!" Ma Bin agreed over the phone, but inwardly he was coldly laughing.

Feng Mu suddenly acted several shades more cautious, warning, "Don't even think about investigating my identity after hanging up; I'm a timid person with a strong stress response."

Ma Bin originally had such intentions, but upon hearing this, dismissed the idea, saying, "We share a common goal. Keeping each other's secrets is the basis of cooperation."

Feng Mu understood the implication, laughed heartily, "Rest assured, as long as you don't try anything funny, I won't call Zheng Si."

At this point, the call could be ended.

However, Feng Mu was not in a hurry, but glanced at Red Hair, whose face was full of panic, with a hint of hope amidst the fear.

It was unclear if he was praying for Feng Mu to keep his promise and spare him, or hoping Bin would save him over the phone.

Feng Mu smiled and said the last words to the phone, "Your little brother Red Hair can't move anymore; do you want to send someone to pick him up?"

As Feng Mu asked, he turned on the speakerphone.

The slight static noise from the speaker made the voice sound even more ruthless: "Kill him; if two people know a secret, and a third person knows, it's not a secret."

Beeeep...

The last syllable from the speaker had barely fallen when the call was hung up, not dragging for even a second.

Red Hair's face turned ghastly pale, his mouth agape in a nest shape, and his trembling tongue could not form words, with nothing but desperate tears and snot flowing into his mouth, silently screaming for him.

"See, it's not that I don't want to spare you, it's just that your Bin is determined to silence you."

"Stop crying, your expression is too ugly, unbecoming of your red hair."

Feng Mu's fingers lightly brushed across Red Hair's neck, speaking compassionately in his ear like a benevolent good man.

"Blame has its source, debt has its owner. Don't blame me, down below, when King Yama asks you to register your death, it's Ma Bin who wants your life."

Red Hair's throat was cut, so when he tried to speak, only blood came out of his mouth. He looked sincerely at Feng Mu, and the hatred in his eyes for him significantly lessened.

As everyone knows, hatred doesn't disappear into thin air; it only shifts quietly.

Red Hair died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them.

Feng Mu considerately waited for Red Hair to breathe his last, then dug a pit in the ground like digging into tofu, burying him and Huang Mao together in one grave.

Being a person of my word, I said I'd bury you here, so I won't let your body be exposed in the wilderness.

He really, I'm heartbroken~

[You brutally killed two people.]

[One was tortured to the point of losing the will to live.]

[Another was desperate to survive but was killed by you, yet transferred his hatred for you in his last moments.]

[Not only do you murder, but you also toy with their emotions. You've done exceedingly well~]

[You seem to have grasped the essence of being a villainous character, increasing your inheritance level slightly!]

As he buried bodies and soil, a notification popped up on his retina, making Feng Mu's good mood index drop by one level.

Feng Mu: "....."

He just wanted to simply lessen the guilt of murder; isn't that very human? How did the system interpret it as toying with the dead's emotions?

This system is toxic, prone to slander?

[Besides killing, you are also well-versed in the art of deception.]

[You disguise the truth as a lie, using truthful words to clear yourself of suspicion.]

[You disguise lies as truth, using a sea of deceit to conceal your identity.]

[You exchanged one false secret for a true one from someone else, and in your words, the boundaries between truth and falsehood were inverted.]

[Speaking nonsense, turning black into white; the truth became a piece of clay, molded by you to present to the world as you see fit!]

[In lying, you are ahead of 99% of villains worldwide. I'm truly proud of you, and your inheritance level increased slightly.]

Feng Mu: "???"

Feng Mu's face looked peculiar, as if the system was sincerely praising him, but why couldn't he feel happy inside?

System prone to slander, while I'm adept at lying; are we a perfect match?

Feng Mu sighed, and said to the system in his heart, "As a villainous system, please don't be so honest when you speak in the future, okay?"

The system didn't respond.

Instead, it flashed some lines of summary — [[Game Inheritance Level increased, now raised to 3%

[The current reward has been delivered!]

[Wishing the player enjoyable gaming...]

Alright then~

As long as you keep rewarding me, I won't argue your slander. I can swallow the small grievances by gritting my teeth.

Feng Mu finished covering the last shovelful of dirt, and looking at the settlement notice, delightedly, "The reward is marked as delivered, so it can now directly apply to me."

A black exclamation mark appeared above the head of the character's 3D model in his mind.

He clicked it, and the exclamation mark turned into countless symbols, surging into the drawing's head like a swarm of ants.

A beastly whisper, not like human words, echoed in his ears.

[You have inherited an Evil Spiritual Technique — Tongue Root Death Curse!]

[Tongue Root Death Curse: an extremely malignant Blood Curse Seal. Anyone you place this curse upon cannot divulge your information, or they will bleed to death.]

Feng Mu absorbed the evil knowledge that filled his mind, thinking, "It's a bit like something from a certain anime in my past life, only with much more sinister, terrifying effects."

Although this reward doesn't directly increase combat power, its practicality is still very significant, leaving Feng Mu quite satisfied.

Licking his lips, Feng Mu couldn't help but quip, "The rewards for Inheritance Levels 2% and 3% have arrived, yet the reward for 1% is still on its way, strange."

It must be mentioned that Feng Mu's mindset has vastly changed now, and he no longer desires the reward for [Inheritance Level 1%] from back then.

Whether it got lost or went missing, better for it to stay that way.

Feng Mu isn't afraid of it being lost now; rather, he's afraid it might suddenly appear one day, giving him a gigantic surprise?!

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