Chapter 720 - 641: This One Is Just Like Me—A Terrifying Thought

"Enthusiastic citizen?"

"A well-meaning good person?"

Under Feng Mu’s mask, the corners of his lips curled into an imperceptible cold smile, a sinister arc looming in the shadows, as if mocking the world’s most absurd rhetoric,

"Do you even know what you’re saying?"

Listening to the words beside his ear, Feng Mu felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Hmm, where had he seen it?

Ah, he remembered, he saw it every morning when he looked in the mirror.

The blindfolded person before him, the way they spoke, the way they wrapped themselves in benevolence... was truly quite like him.

And when the Master of Ceremonies clearly enunciated the word "gift," the absurd sense of déjà vu in Feng Mu’s heart instantly peaked.

It was like ice water pouring over his head, making every pore bristle with vigilant cold.

Like, too much alike!

Was he not also someone who habitually prepared gifts for his "friends" with great care?

Each "gift" presented was often unique, carrying profound "friendship," making them impossible for his "friends" to refuse, and even...

After the initial shock, would create an addictive yearning, longing for the next "gift" and the one after that.

Thinking here, the dangerous curve beneath Feng Mu’s mask abruptly deepened.

He couldn’t help but be suspicious; how much of a "good person" could exist in someone so similar to him?

Ten percent? One percent? Or... was it possibly a negative number?

Thinking carefully... terrifying!

To give even a little more was deeply disrespectful to both the Master of Ceremonies and himself!

Feng Mu’s wariness towards the Master of Ceremonies shot straight up, instantly hitting the highest alert line!

The last time he was this wary of someone was the last time, and that person was named... Ma Bin.

Feng Mu stared at the Master of Ceremonies, beginning to meticulously scrutinize every move and microexpression of the other person.

Then, he suspiciously discovered that the man before him had, from start to finish, never looked into his eyes.

Not even once!

Instead, he kept his head down, staring directly at his feet, as if his face was on his feet?

Who would speak without looking at the other person’s face, but instead keep looking down at their feet, unless... he dared not to look into my eyes?!!

Oh ho—

The Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Deceit Eye I just evolved today, after just one test, someone already knows not to look me in the eye?

He even put on a layer of black cloth?!!

This thought surfaced like toxic vines in Feng Mu’s mind, and the face behind the pale mask instantly harbored a terrifying intent to kill.

The Master of Ceremonies did not know that his flawless performance not only failed to achieve the desired effect but rather provoked a strong murderous intent from [Mask] in front of him.

He was still earnestly introducing the prepared gift to the other party, conveying his heavy goodwill:

"Wild Beast, quickly, bring out the gift we prepared."

Wild Beast, somewhat shy, opened the suitcase, holding it with one hand, slightly offering it forward.

Cold air slowly dispersed, revealing a well-preserved head in the suitcase, the hair carefully groomed, with small ice crystals forming, glistening enticingly under the streetlamp.

The neck of the head was treated "cleanly," the skin frozen to a stiff, pale blue, with distinct features, lifelike.

How to describe this scene?

This gift really does look like a piece of art; he’s quite tempted indeed.

Among the "gifts" Feng Mu loves to give to "friends," one is crafting the corpse into an artwork, and the person before him sent a delicately prepared head.

This method of gift-giving and the idea behind it are so similar, so... even more deserving of death.

Feng Mu’s thoughts raced, suppressing the urge to act immediately, staring closely at the face of the head in the suitcase.

The freezing preservation was excellent, maintaining the twist of the features and fear in perfect "freshness."

"Hmm?"

A light hum escaped Feng Mu’s throat, the blood-colored Hook Jade in his pupils suddenly accelerated in rotation, his voice growing colder,

"Is this Zuo Bai?"

His heart, however, was filled with cold sneers, contemplating to himself:

"Well, well, well! Good ’heavy gift,’ they even managed to get Zuo Bai’s head, this isn’t something done on a whim.

They knew clearly about my grievance with Zuo Bai, indicating that they started targeting me ever since that time in the sewers, didn’t they."

Thinking further:

"This head is both a ’gift’ and a blatant warning.

It shows that if they can kill Zuo Bai, they certainly have the ability to turn me into such an ’art piece’ too.

Hah—, truly ’overflowing with goodwill,’ with genuine affection!"

Seeing Feng Mu recognize the head, Wild Beast explained on the side, trying to take credit:

"That’s right, it is this person’s head. We know you have some personal grievances with him, so we specially found him, went through significant effort, and meticulously prepared this gift to present to you, as a gesture of goodwill.

If you don’t like frozen goods, we also prepared...."

Wild Beast’s face twitched, revealing what he thought to be a friendly, but in reality, utterly hideous smile.

Feng Mu glanced at Wild Beast, finding no warmth, only feeling eyes and ears filled with malicious threats.

After all, anyone receiving a corpse or certain "parts" from a corpse would naturally misunderstand.

Misunderstand as: you either accept the corpse or parts delivered to you, or... become such a corpse or part yourself.

No one understood the subtext of such gifting better than Feng Mu, but he never expected that one day, someone would use it on him.