Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 236 - 220: It’s Dangerous to Mess with Other People’s Things

Chapter 236: Chapter 220: It’s Dangerous to Mess with Other People’s Things

The corpse next door was moved next door; this is according to the prison’s proximity rule.

Feng Mu calmly commanded Chen Ya, Wang Jiao, and the other prisoners to carefully collect the scattered body fragments and piece them together, then, in pairs, transport each body to the incineration room.

This path was short, yet it seemed extraordinarily long, so long that Wang Jiao and several other prisoners felt they had walked through a long stretch of life, showing obvious anxiety and impatience on their faces.

Feng Mu took in their expressions without saying much.

Pushing open the door to the incineration room, a wave of heat hit them, making the prisoners sweat all over as the heatwave steamed their blood and energy, their eyes gradually dyed with a bloody hue, and veins bulging grotesquely on their faces.

As the last corpse was thrown into the incinerator, Feng Mu sighed slightly, glanced around at the prisoners, and said softly, with a hint of apology, "Ultimately, their deaths were due to my negligence, so, do you blame me?"

At this moment, Chen Ya had quietly slipped to the door, gently closing the heavy iron door and locking it from the inside.

The prisoners, seeing that Feng Mu seemed unaware, as if still immersed in his guilt and remorse over the loss of the prisoners, exchanged a covert glance.

Then, almost in unison, they said, "Prison Guard Feng, you’re a good person; we don’t blame you!"

Shhh!

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through the air was heard as an exceptionally sharp toothbrush rapidly enlarged in Feng Mu’s pupils.

The cold white toothbrush was held in reverse by a tall, thin prisoner, its bristles vibrating violently, and Feng Mu noticed calmly the hand gripping the toothbrush, the veins on its arm bulging ferociously.

The tall, thin prisoner suddenly leaped, letting out a hoarse roar, "So, don’t blame us either."

At the same time, two strong prisoners beside them also erupted violently; one on the left, one on the right, one opened his arms wide to tightly lock Feng Mu’s waist, while the other quickly moved to grab the electric baton at Feng Mu’s waist.

Their gazes were equally crazed and fierce, and they roared like wild beasts, "We just want to live, ah ah ah ah ah——"

Wang Jiao and the remaining few prisoners, slow to react, quickly followed.

Their palms opened hurriedly, slick with sweat, tightly gripping the toothbrushes slipping from their sleeves, making uneven but frenzied roars.

"Hmm, I don’t blame you."

The chaotic and frenzied roar was mixed with a cold yet peaceful voice, like throwing a basin of ice water into a pot of boiling oil, causing an instant intense reaction.

Some dark liquid poured like sudden ink, splashing and staining every person’s hair, face, and neck.

The wet scorching sensation, carrying a heart-stopping touch, caused everyone present to freeze instantly, like sculptures fixed in place.

Their eyes, as if controlled by a remote, fixed in terror and unable to look away, stared straight at the tall, thin body ahead.

The head of that body had already been severely damaged, leaving only a broken wound from which some liquid rushed out rapidly, enveloping everyone in invisible terror.

The body’s arm remained rigidly raised, the toothbrush stained with blood suspended a finger width away from those calm, dull eyes, yet as if uncrossable, unable to move even a centimeter forward.

"To want to live, you must be prepared to die; I’ve come this far too."

Feng Mu murmured softly, his voice revealing a calmness and comprehension refined through hardship,

"So I completely understand you."

Feng Mu slowly released his five fingers, some fine fragments, and liquid intertwined and flowed, his expression still calm, his smile carrying the usual warmth and understanding.

As he spoke, he gently waved his arm again.

The strong prisoner who embraced him hadn’t had time to react before feeling as if struck by an invisible force, his whole body instantly losing balance, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

With a loud crash, his body suddenly slammed into the incinerator chamber door behind him.

The incinerator door vibrated violently upon impact, even denting with an obvious pit.

Meanwhile, that prisoner fell in an extremely unnatural posture to the ground, his body collapsing limply, losing all strength.

Wang Jiao and the other prisoners turned pale like paper in an instant, their heartbeats accelerated to the extreme, as if about to escape their chests and rush up their throats.

They were extremely terrified, their eyes frozen on Feng Mu’s face, which always wore a warm smile, yet unable to feel any warmth or comfort of old, replaced instead by an unfathomable chill.

The eyes behind that smile hid endless darkness and cruelty, causing them to tremble from the soul.

Where they once thought Prison Guard Feng seemed like a good person, a beacon in the dark, now he seemed like a monster wearing human skin, even the scorching air of the incineration room around him seemed withdrawn, like an abyss swallowing all light and heat.

"Sorry to scare you; I still can’t quite control my strength, but rest assured, I’ll properly settle you all shortly." Feng Mu apologized.

"Ah ah ah ah ah——Go to hell ah ah ah——"

The strong prisoner screamed in a distorted voice, his gaze filled with frenzy and despair.

He suddenly grabbed the electric baton at Feng Mu’s waist, yanking it out forcefully, raising it high and swinging down with a trembling arm while pushing the voltage switch with his thumb.

Feng Mu retreated half a step, his tone with a strong hint of advice, "Didn’t your mother teach you as a child not to meddle with other people’s things?"

"What?" The strong prisoner’s shoulder was seized with intense numbness as electric arcs crackled, like a suddenly open electric web.

Then his entire being was thrown off course by immense force, slamming heavily into the wall beside him, leaving a charred mark on the white wall.

The broken baton snapped into two pieces on the ground, still crackling with electric arcs, a scorched smell spreading in the narrow room, assaulting everyone’s senses.

The strong prisoner let out a piercing wail of pain, clinging tightly to his shoulder with his other hand, his entire arm dropping helplessly, clearly severely wounded.

He couldn’t see the devastation on the side of his face, but the prisoner Wang Jiao and others beside him saw it clearly.

Just like his face to his ears was a complete mess as if grazed by a scorching force, leaving terrible traces.

Feng Mu’s remaining half-reminder came slightly late: "Meddling with others’ things is very dangerous!"