The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Accompanied by the prompts of the subtitles, some knowledge related to blood sacrifice is sneaking into Feng Mu's mind.

Weird, bloody, crazy!

Feng Mu shuddered and smacked his lips: "Fearless and crazy people refer to using their own blood to draw the altar; cowardly but vicious beasts refer to draining other people's blood to draw the altar."

"The two choices will generate different rewards 3, but unfortunately the result of the reward is now a question mark, so you can only bet blindly."

Feng Mu's liberal arts grades are mediocre, and he is not sure whether his reading comprehension is the correct answer, but it should be close.

"So, should I choose human or beast?"

"To be honest, sacrificing with other people's blood should be more comfortable~"

"But I don't have anyone I want to kill. I can't just randomly choose a target. I don't have reason to be so crazy, right?"

Having decided to do [Death Sacrifice], Feng Mu's ideology and morality also slid uncontrollably to the edge of sin.

Feng Mu struggled with his inner struggle as he walked. To be a human or a beast, this is a question.

10 minutes later.

Feng Mu walked into the shed and stared at the bicycle he had ridden for three years, lost in thought.

"Let's not consider whether it's a human or an animal. I have to swallow a pound of iron first. Well, isn't the bicycle a ready-made ingredient? So, which part of the bicycle would be easier to swallow?"

Feng Mu looked at the bicycle more carefully than ever before, and his eyes gradually became perverted.

The bearing chain was too greasy, the frame bones were too hard to chew, the brake handle was a little rusty and deteriorated, and the wheel spikes were too sharp and easy to get stuck in the throat.

Bicycle: "???"

30 minutes later.

The hardworking bicycle, carrying Feng Mu, appeared at the door of the hardware store.

Feng Mu walked into the hardware store, and the bicycle parked at the door was shaken by the wind, making a trembling sound.

Feng Mu felt that he had not walked into a hardware store, but a restaurant. The shelves were not filled with cold metal objects, but with all kinds of delicious delicacies.

Feng Mu blurted out excitedly: "Boss, which one tastes best?"

The middle-aged bald boss suspected that he was hallucinating: "What?"

Feng Mu quickly corrected: "The smallest one, round and smooth, without edges and corners, right?"

The bald boss hesitated and took out a handful of iron beads from the cabinet, and asked uncertainly: "This kind?"

Feng Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and he was overjoyed: "Okay, this kind, not irritating to the teeth... ahem, not irritating to the hands."

The bald boss hesitated: "How many do you want?"

Feng Mu: "Please weigh one pound for me."

The bald boss was stunned. It was the first time he saw a customer in the store buying things by pound.

While Feng Mu was waiting for the boss to weigh, he pulled out a claw hammer from the shelf. The hammer was not long, just right for hiding in the sleeve.

The bald boss thought the customer was weird, but he was too lazy to think about it. He took the money, wrapped the things in a black plastic bag and handed them over.

Feng Mu picked up the bag with satisfaction, put it in his schoolbag, got on the bicycle that saved his life, and disappeared at lightning speed.

It took half an hour to go there, but only 20 minutes to go back. The sound of the wind was the roar of love riding under his crotch.

Feng Mu parked the bicycle back in the shed, and did not go back to the classroom. He wandered around the school alone.

"The iron is ready, but the blood is missing!" Feng Mu muttered to himself.

He still hadn't figured out whether to use his own blood or someone else's, but this did not prevent him from hiding the murder weapon in his sleeve in advance, and he would always go into some hidden corners on the campus.

When he found that there were no students left alone in the corners, Feng Mu was disappointed and relieved.

This happened several times, over and over again, until school was over and the campus was completely empty. Feng Mu finally dragged his tired body out of a bush.

Actually, he still encountered two opportunities.

One was a girl as thin as a stick, hiding in the corner crying, looking like she was crushed by fate, miserable, Feng Mu couldn't do it;

The other one was full of flesh, not kind, and looked like a bad person who wanted to kill for justice. His muscles were like iron lumps, and it was obvious that he had good martial arts achievements. Feng Mu had no idea where to start.

"Damn, if you don't kill someone once, you don't know how difficult it is to kill someone!"

Feng Mu's arms tied with the claw hammer were numb, and his dry lips were bitten and bleeding.

"Forget it, it's better to ask yourself than to ask others. Since you have to swallow iron, it doesn't matter if you bleed. Anyway, the ritual failed and I can't save it!"

Feng Mu licked the blood in his mouth, his eyes were full of determination and madness, and he turned and walked towards the abandoned warehouse behind the teaching building.

The abandoned warehouse was a martial arts hall before. A few years ago, a fire broke out there, and it was said that several students were burned to death.

After the school built a new martial arts hall, it was converted into a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items, and then it was completely abandoned, and few people would go there.

It was the perfect place to hold an evil sacrificial ceremony.

The warehouse was locked, but this did not bother Feng Mu. He went around to the back, climbed up to the second floor by climbing a tree, found a gray ventilation window, and then pried it against the edge with his strength, and the window buckle loosened.

Feng Mu pushed open the window, crouched down and crawled in, and carefully buckled the window again.

The warehouse was very dark, with various miscellaneous items piled up in the corners, and there was a smell of dampness and mold. The walls were repainted with white paint, but the cracked wall roots and tiles still vaguely showed traces of the fire.

Some traces can be hidden, but they cannot be erased.

Like the fire, like the scars on his wrists.

Feng Mu used the light of his mobile phone to look around. The crowded and irregular debris seemed to have piled up into a maze. Some of the gaps were intertwined and interconnected, and some were dead ends.

Feng Mu followed the remaining scenes in his memory, turned east and west, walked into the deepest place, squeezed in behind a wooden shelf against the cracks in the wall, and squeezed in for another 5 meters.

It was suddenly spacious, but it was a compartment covered by a wooden frame.

It was still a storage warehouse, and there were still some sundries piled up there, but because the door frame was too narrow, it was difficult to move big things in. There was an open space inside.

It is about five or six square meters, enough to hold a simple sacrifice, or to lay a dead body that no one cares about.

"I thought I would never come here again, but I didn't expect that fate would bring me back again."

Feng Mu's face was filled with emotion. He took two steps forward, sat down slowly, and naturally followed the posture in his memory, leaning against the cold wall.

His right hand groped on the ground for a moment, and sure enough he touched a blade with dried blood coagulated on it.

That's his blood!

To be more precise, it was the blood of the original owner.

Three years ago, the original owner cut his wrists and died here. He opened his eyes; three years later, he also chose to cut his wrists here.

Feng Mu did not seek death, he sought survival, a new life of blood and iron.

[Blood and Iron: You need to bathe in blood and iron and complete a death sacrifice to show your determination and rebirth.

Completion reward: 1, activate

2. Inherit iron eaters

3,? ?

The sacrificial ceremony is as follows: 1 pound of raw iron is eaten, and fresh blood is used to draw the pattern of destiny. ]

(PS: A fearless and crazy person is reborn by bathing in his own blood; a cowardly but vicious beast is resurrected by devouring the blood of the same kind. Different choices create different fates!)

Feng Mu took a deep breath, grasped the blade with white-haired fingers, then aimed at the scar on his wrist, overlapping the position, and cut it open with one stroke.

The old scar was cut open, and blood gurgled out, dyeing the blackened blade with fresh color again.

Throwing away the blade, Feng Mu quickly grabbed the small iron beads and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them whole while reciting strange sacrificial inscriptions intermittently.

The sacrificial inscription was deeply imprinted in his mind. As he recited it, it seemed as if an indescribable power came to this cramped space, drawing blood and drawing evil patterns on the ground.

Feng Mu felt his eyelids gradually darken, and he forced his eyes to stare. At this moment, there was no fear and anxiety in his heart, only a cold calmness remained.

He could even joke to himself humorously: "If you open your eyes again, it will still be me, but don't open your eyes and find another time traveler resurrecting the corpse and it will be funny~"

[Detected, the activation task has been started! ]

[Blood and Iron is being completed...]

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