Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 587 - 571: Monsters May Be Terrifying, But Madmen Are Even More...

You’re shaking, you son of a b***h—

[Graveyard Tree] stared coldly at the camera, with a look of being scared stupid, but his index finger didn’t hesitate, unexpectedly pulling the trigger.

Free journalists have dirty hearts, their style hinges on "stealing"!

Secret photos, secret recordings, secret leaks, secret..... gunshots!

"Bang bang bang—!"

Bullets formed a line, punching a series of holes through the door.

Yet, there were no screams from outside the door, rather it was.....

"Boom!"

The door was slammed open by a massive force, the broken hinges whining noisily.

A tall and thin man stepped in sideways, holding a tablet, the screen showing the footage of [Graveyard Tree] with a gun.

"I told you I’m watching you, why did you still try to ambush me face-to-face?"

The man exuded an aura as sinister as a venomous snake, his mouth corners mocking.

The muzzle of [Graveyard Tree]’s gun trembled slightly, but he didn’t continue shooting.

Because several others walked in from outside, all in black uniforms, all holding guns steadily aimed at him.

What shocked [Graveyard Tree] even more was their positions, all cleverly blocking the man who entered last, as if ready to take a bullet for him.

The most absurd thing was, one of them even had a cast on his hand.

"Who are you?"

[Graveyard Tree] looked toward the last man who entered.

The man simply stretched out a hand as pale as jade and lightly touched the shoulders of those in front, causing them to split to the sides, revealing the man’s form.

He wore rimmed glasses, a neat white shirt, his demeanor scholarly, lips curving with a gentle smile, starkly contrasting the murderous faces around him.

Anyone unaware might mistake him for being kidnapped by villains.

But [Graveyard Tree] knew well, often the most dangerous, terrifying villains are precisely those who appear the most harmless.

"Who exactly are you?"

[Graveyard Tree] asked once more, the muzzle subtly shifting, the sight silently fixed on the man with glasses’ forehead.

Yet, the newcomer ignored the gun aimed at his face, walking forward calmly.

"Let me introduce myself, I’m Feng Mu. Although we haven’t met, we’ve actually crossed paths once."

The man spoke softly, his voice possessing a metallic magnetism, eerie,

"Don’t be anxious, your article was good. So, before I send you off, I hope we can sit down and have a friendly chat."

You’ve only heard of patrons wanting to talk with ladies before the deed, but never heard of someone trying to bond before killing.

Friendly?!!!

Do you even hear yourself talking like a human?

Beads of cold sweat dripped from [Graveyard Tree]’s forehead.

This indescribable, uncanny aura, yet it faintly felt familiar, forcing [Graveyard Tree] to recall the man who changed his destiny years ago.

Clearly not the same person, clearly the first meeting, but the feeling was just too similar.

[Graveyard Tree] took a deep breath, spoke coldly:

"I don’t remember knowing you."

Feng Mu chuckled:

"Still haven’t remembered? Seems you’ve offended too many people, let me give you a hint, I’m from Second Prison."

[Graveyard Tree] immediately showed a look of realization:

"So that’s it, is it because of the previous article, are you here for revenge?"

Feng Mu shook his head with a laugh:

"No no no, not revenge, I actually appreciate your article, it helped me a lot!"

[Graveyard Tree]’s mouth gaped: "And you still want to kill me?!!"

Feng Mu nodded earnestly, his expression unspeakably sincere, as if seeking forgiveness:

"It’s necessary to kill you, but it’s not for revenge, rather to fulfill a promise to an old boss. He now spends his days in a fish tank, too lonely, he needs a companion!"

"Madman!"

[Graveyard Tree] cursed inwardly.

This insane logic, this gentle voice uttering the most chilling requests or reasoning, is eerily reminiscent of that man from before.

He still remembers, when he first met that man, he firmly believed the man was utterly insane, yet who could have thought, the man later turned out...

"But you’re not him, so, go die!"

[Graveyard Tree] suddenly pulled the trigger, emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine.

He’s dealt with madmen, richly experienced in this regard, knowing if possible, never let a madman speak the first word.

It’s difficult, because some madmen are adept at disguising, without them speaking, you wouldn’t detect their madness.

So if you can’t stop it, remember, never let them finish speaking.

Otherwise, madness might worm through your ears into your brain, if your madness resistance is low, you’ll be infected.

Feng Mu remained still, not moving, but the shadow beneath him suddenly boiled and bulged, jet-black tendrils flashed out, gently wrapping around the golden bullets just within a centimeter of his forehead.

[Graveyard Tree] was full of terror, frozen in place not daring to move, a row of black sharp teeth held his head, eerie saliva soaking his hair.

"What the hell is this?"

[Graveyard Tree]’s eyes moved downward, glimpsing the viscous, liquid-like neck extending from Feng Mu’s shadow, the neck topped with a gruesome head, a pair of pupil-less white eyes staring unblinkingly at him.

Those eyes held no warmth, only bloodlust and hunger.

Worse yet, despite the creature’s immense desire to consume him, with its mouth around his head, it didn’t bite down.

The creature was terrifying.

But the one who tamed it into submission..... is the true monster!

Guan Chong, Jiang Li, and other Internal Inspection members, faces likewise flickered with instinctive fear, almost shooting, yet deeply ingrained loyalty made them recover quickly, still looking at Feng Mu with fervor.

No, it’s more accurate to say even more fervent!

Gong Qi’s eyes widened, actually stepping forward, staring intently at the shadow beneath the junior brother’s feet that came to life, face openly written with "want".

Feng Mu was pleased with the Internal Inspection members’ and his senior brother’s reactions.

It was intentional, gradually revealing some of his secrets and strangeness, letting them adapt, to facilitate future upgrades.

Now it seemed, their adaptability exceeded his expectations, saving him a lot of explanation.

Feng Mu snapped his fingers, Venom was in sync with him, releasing its grip, scanning the room with reluctant white eyes, before begrudgingly receding into the shadow.

Everyone’s back was drenched in cold sweat simultaneously.

In Venom’s eyes, apart from its father, everything else was food for slaughter.

The difference only lies in what’s edible now and what’s not yet edible.

Feng Mu’s face remained serene and gentle, as he gently pried open [Graveyard Tree]’s stiff fingers, tossing the toy-like gun to the floor.

Given Feng Mu’s current power, even at close range, the gun posed no threat, inferior to a water gun in harm.

At least, a water gun had more insulting force!

Then, Feng Mu curved his lips, flashed his trademark smile at [Graveyard Tree] warmly:

"Now, you should believe..... I’m genuinely hoping for a little friendly chat with you, right?"