Three minutes later.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Seven people in pajamas gathered around the round table in the courtyard. On the table was a portrait of the dark No. 2, pinned to the table with a chopstick through the forehead.

The eldest senior brother, Li Bashan, spoke in a gruff voice, a strange smell emanating from his mouth as he did.

He said, "Hong Ya has probably told everyone about the little junior brother's situation. Before he joined us, he made some enemies outside, and I'm quite worried."

Yuan Xidi grinned, so excited he almost jumped out of his chair: "It's great to have enemies. Let me handle it. I'll help the little junior brother take care of him."

Gong Qi: "I also have someone I want to deal with lately, but courtesy and patience are traditions of our [Ronggui Sect]. My matter isn't urgent, so let's take care of the little junior brother's issue first."

The others exchanged glances, mentally pushing back the death list they had recently marked.

Liu Xie looked around the circle, pleased with everyone's attitude, and concluded, "Great, let's do it this way. Put aside your current tasks, pause the people you plan to kill for now, and let's all deal with the little junior brother's enemy first."

Gong Qi nodded, "The little junior brother just joined and might feel distant from us. We need to handle this beautifully so he can feel the warmth of [Ronggui Sect]."

Zhao Zhixin, with an air of wisdom: "We help the little junior brother kill now, and later, the little junior brother helps us kill. That's how the bonds of trust and friendship between senior brothers and sisters are built."

Wang Yu nodded emphatically.

Hong Ya clapped her hands in applause from the side.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was harmonious. Each sibling contributed ideas passionately, and anyone unaware would think they were planning a group outing for the next day, given their cheerful faces.

But in reality, one could never guess that every word they uttered was laced with the macabre.

It's worth mentioning, though, that each of them seemed very experienced, speaking with substance. Their discussions on using their respective powers to find people and a variety of ways to kill and dispose of bodies were very thorough and scientific.

In no time at all, an initial outline of a [find-person + kill-person + dispose-body] operation plan formed. Liu Xie made the final decision and named the operation [Capture the Black]!

The [Ronggui Sect] is an eccentric sect with few rules to bind them, yet the disciples could interact like family. The secret lies in this unimaginable cohesion.

As the saying goes, the three great bonds of life: attending class together, serving in the army together, engaging with sex workers together... Yet nothing brings people closer than committing a murder together.

Now, the [Ronggui Sect] planned to continue this tradition to quickly welcome the newly joined little junior brother into their warm family.

Inside, Feng Mu lay on the bed, listening to the heated discussions in the courtyard, feeling a level of care and warmth he hadn't experienced since he transmigrated.

He felt a gentle flow of warmth pass through his heart, his eyes slightly moist.

Feng Mu, being highly suspicious and always assuming the worst of others, still held doubts and vigilance toward the [Ronggui Sect].

But at that moment, the sincerity moved him, and he felt a touch of warmth for those senior brothers and sisters he'd only known for less than a day.

Buzzz — Buzzz — Buzzz —

The phone by the bed vibrated, interrupting Feng Mu's moment of warmth.

The caller ID showed Feng Yuhuai.

With an expressionless face, Feng Mu answered the call: "Hello?"

On the other end, Feng Yuhuai's voice came through, uncharacteristically gentle: "Brother, where are you?"

In Feng Mu's impression, Feng Yuhuai usually addressed him by name. Hearing the word "brother" suddenly made him shiver, goosebumps prickling his neck.

Feng Mu replied coldly, "What do you want?"

Feng Yuhuai: "Can't I call you without a reason? You are my brother. Can't I care about you?"

Feng Mu remained unmoved: "If there's nothing, I'm hanging up."

A noticeable inhalation came from the phone, and Feng Yuhuai's voice sounded aggrieved: "Brother, I heard from Mom that you've moved out. How could you? A family should live together to be a family."

Feng Mu smirked coldly, remaining silent.

Feng Yuhuai advised, "I know Dad didn't treat you well before, and I wasn't very sensible either. But Dad's like this now. Can't you forgive him? Can you truly bear to leave the family?"

"Families bicker and fight, but there's no deep-seated grudge. Besides, even if families speak harshly, they care about you more than outsiders."

"Come back, brother. Don't let Mom and Dad be sad. Let's live well together as a family. Once I finish university, it'll definitely be good times for our family."

Feng Mu didn't believe a word Feng Yuhuai was saying, but he had to admit that the original host's sister was quite skilled.

Playing the sympathy card, reasoning, painting a rosy picture, all delivered with apparent sincerity—most people would probably find it hard to resist.

But unfortunately, Feng Yuhuai's calculations were wrong. Feng Mu felt no resentment towards that family, so there was nothing to forgive.

The person who needs to forgive them is the original owner, but the original owner died three years ago. Feng Mu has neither the qualification nor the ability to forgive the living on behalf of a dead person.

If you truly want to seek his forgiveness, then you must die first, only then will you have a chance to see him.

Feng Mu still remained silent; on the other end of the phone, Feng Yuhuai's eyebrows furrowed. This wasn't the scenario she imagined. Since when did Feng Mu become so cold-hearted?

She took a deep breath and asked concernedly, "Brother, where are you living now? Is it on Martial Arts Street? I think I saw you there this afternoon."

She didn't directly ask if Feng Mu had joined a martial arts school; that would be too foolish, even though she was very suspicious of how Feng Mu could afford it.

Could it be that Feng Mu didn't give all his salary to their mother, and Feng Mu is lying? But is the salary of a cremation worker that high? After giving a portion to their mother and paying for rent, is there still enough to join a martial arts school?

Feng Mu responded with an "Oh." He had no obligation to explain to Feng Yuhuai and was ready to hang up the phone.

Feng Yuhuai, sensing Feng Mu's indifference, couldn't hold back due to her youthful impatience and anxiously said, "Brother, don't go to the martial arts school. I'm telling you, many of them are scams pretending to take in students just to cheat money."

Feng Mu grinned and said, "Feng Yuhuai, your true colors are showing."

Feng Yuhuai abruptly fell silent, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice suddenly becoming sharp: "Huh?"

Feng Mu continued, "Also, you're wrong. The martial arts school doesn't charge for taking in students."

Knock, knock, knock—

Li Bashan knocked on the door three times, then pushed it open and entered. Having just discussed killing, his face still carried a menacing look, and his muffled voice sounded terrifyingly fierce: "Little junior brother, sleep peacefully. Your enemies, senior brothers, and sisters will avenge you."

Li Bashan seemed to be worried Feng Mu might be afraid to sleep knowing enemies were outside, and came specifically to comfort him, because the youngest junior sister Hong Ya was like this before.

Hence, Li Bashan habitually assumed the new junior brother might also be this way. How thoughtful of him, who would dare say the senior brother isn't attentive in the future?

Feng Mu looked at the giant, fierce senior brother standing by the bed, speaking about killing with murderous intent, and then thought about Feng Yuhuai's gentle and caring words.

He couldn't help but ponder: "The one with a fierce face talking about killing makes me feel warm; the one with a lovely face expressing concern makes me chill. Is it my mind that's twisted, or is this world too distorted?"

On the other end of the phone.

Feng Yuhuai listened to the busy signal on the phone, her pretty face gradually stiffening.

"That useless Feng Mu actually dared to hang up on me. Is he determined to break away from the family?"

"And what nonsense about the martial arts school not charging for students, it's simply laughable!"

Feng Yuhuai didn't believe Feng Mu's nonsense at all. With that useless root bone of his, how could any reputable martial arts school accept him, and apparently he's not just an ordinary student?

"Little junior brother, sleep peacefully. Your enemies, senior brothers, and sisters will avenge you..."

The deep voice from the phone echoed in Feng Yuhuai's mind. She didn't catch the last few words, but even across the phone, she seemed to sense the malice in the words.

Damn.

A talented and beautiful girl like me joins Azure Dragon Martial Arts Hall and has to pay money, though it's Yang Tuo's money.

Feng Mu, such a waste, gets into a martial arts school for free, and it sounds like his senior brothers and sisters are taking special care of him?

What are they planning to do to Feng Mu's enemies? Wait a minute, does Feng Mu even have enemies, or are they referring to.....???

Feng Yuhuai's face turned pale, and a chill rose in her heart.

But the next second, Feng Yuhuai suppressed her anxiety: "Impossible, that fool Feng Mu must be deceived. Otherwise, that martial arts school is being deceived by Feng Mu. In any case, whoever gets entangled with Feng Mu is likely a waste themselves."

"Not to mention, Feng Mu can't possibly do anything to me, and even if, by the smallest chance, Feng Mu or his useless senior brothers and sisters could... hehe—"

Feng Yuhuai cleared her thoughts, but still felt angry: "What's wrong with this world? A genius and beautiful girl like me facing so many obstacles, having to rely on myself, while that waste Feng Mu gets taken care of."

"Damn it, how hateful it is! Where did I, Feng Yuhuai, go wrong? Am I not excellent enough, or is there an inherent flaw in this world, blind as a bat?"

Across the phone, a brother and sister simultaneously extended heartfelt greetings to this world.

In a way, this might be a rare moment of tacit understanding between these two siblings with ulterior motives.

"I'm definitely not the problem; it's the world that's wrong!" Feng Mu and Feng Yuhuai simultaneously concluded in their hearts.

After Li Bashan finished speaking, he left, leaving behind only a hint of his body warmth in the air... and the smell of dirty socks.

Feng Mu watched the burly back of senior brother leave, subconsciously twitching his nose.

The phone rang again with Feng Yuhuai's persistent call, but this time Feng Mu didn't answer; instead, he directly blocked her.

Throwing the phone aside, Feng Mu lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, regained his inner peace, called up the panel, and checked the changes in Calamity Iron's edibility...

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