Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 132 - 117: Encrypted Email, Danger Danger Danger (Double-Length - )

Chapter 132: Chapter 117: Encrypted Email, Danger Danger Danger (Double-Length Chapter)

[This will determine whether our Calamity Corpse Sect will prepare for a life-and-death war against the Puppet Mother and her minions next.]

The delivery man personally holds the second view; he doesn’t believe the Puppet Mother’s minions have the audacity to covet or seize the property of the Calamity Corpse Sect on their own initiative.

The delivery man’s fingers tapping the keyboard grew heavy, and his disfigured face became increasingly gloomy.

Finally, he typed out the final conclusion:

[Danger! Danger! Danger!]

[This matter is of great importance, and I dare not make a hasty judgment. The situation in Zone 9 is tense, and danger lurks everywhere. Every step requires caution. I request that more brothers and sisters be sent from within the sect to reinforce us, to jointly sever the overreaching tentacles of the Puppet Mother.]

At this point, the delivery man had finished his work summary and report for this period.

He moved the mouse to the [send] button, hesitated slightly, and then moved it away again.

He knew well that as an elite disciple in the Calamity Corpse Sect, merely submitting a work summary was far from enough.

"If I want to get promoted within the sect, besides reporting my work achievements, I also need to propose the next stage of action strategies or suggestions, so that I can ’get promoted and get a raise’," the delivery man thought to himself.

He pondered for a moment, tapping on the keyboard again, and began to input new content.

[I investigated the family relations of Masked Feng Mu.]

[Feng Ju was hospitalized with a broken arm, suspected to be the work of the Mask. I concluded that Feng Mu has a poor relationship with his father, which enabled him to strike so ruthlessly.]

[Feng Ju is unaware of Feng Mu’s true nature.]

[However, it cannot be ruled out that this is a scheme carefully orchestrated by the Mask himself, a self-directed and self-acted plan to clear his own suspicions in the eyes of the officials.]

[Meanwhile, Feng Yuhuai was attacked on 4.11, and the Puppet Mother’s minions did not hesitate to expose themselves to save her.]

[Comparatively, Feng Yuhuai holds a much higher position in Feng Mu’s heart than his father.]

[Considering Feng Mu’s recent disappearance and suspected escape, with no results despite a painstaking search.]

[I believe that the next course of action should focus on Feng Yuhuai. By centering our actions around Feng Yuhuai, we can force Feng Mu to reveal himself, capture him alive, and question the details to understand whether the act was entirely personal or...]

The delivery man’s typing sounds suddenly stopped, his ears slightly twitching, capturing the faint and dense sounds coming from the corridor.

Bam!

Before he could make a judgment, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the security door suddenly bulging inward, twisting and deforming, the central axis being squeezed and breaking, causing one side of the door frame to explode loudly, scattering debris and bricks.

A pair of terrifying hands forcefully tore the door panel in two, followed closely by a monstrous head, hideous and tiger-like, peeking in from the door.

The massive shadow cast by the dim light seemed to instantly envelop the entire room, making even the air feel solidified.

The delivery man’s grotesque face froze; he jumped up abruptly, the alarm in his heart blaring like a siren in a storm: "The Puppet Mother’s minions have arrived?!!"

He reached tensely for the mouse, moving it towards the [send] button.

Hiss——

A snake-faced, human-bodied monster silently emerged from behind the fierce tiger, appearing beside the delivery man in an instant. His two arms swung, like two agile snake tails, striking the air with a hissing sound akin to a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

The delivery man felt the hairs on his neck stand on end instantaneously, decisively letting go of the mouse and leaping backward in the face of the hissing snake hands.

The table was struck by the "snake tail," instantly breaking apart with spiral-like, bizarre cracks reminiscent of a giant python’s constricted wrath.

The table shattered, but the "snake tail" abruptly halted its momentum. The wrist twisted, raising the laptop and sending it backward, even showing the decency of not peeking at the email content.

Simultaneously, the low voice of Fifth Senior Brother Gong Qi came from beneath the gloomy snake-face mask: "Junior Brother, feel free to check the content on the laptop."

"Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother!"

Feng Mu, wearing a goat mask, took over the laptop, carefully browsing the email content, his lips curving into a subtle, meaningful arc under the mask’s cover.

Crazy thoughts swirled in Feng Mu’s mind as he roughly understood the delivery man’s line of reasoning, its logic tight, arguments solid, virtually flawless.

"I’m the host body of the Puppet Mother, commanding the Puppet Mother’s minions to save Feng Yuhuai; I’m the good brother protecting and guarding my sister in the dark?"

"Next, the Calamity Corpse Sect comes to aid, focusing on Feng Yuhuai to force me, the good brother, to reveal myself?"

"Brilliant, I hadn’t thought that the upcoming script could be written this way. Just a tiny bit of modifying, and I can copy the homework."

Feng Mu half-closed the laptop, his gaze withdrawing from the screen, looking at the delivery man with a complex expression, his tone imbued with a deep, indescribable somberness: "I didn’t expect that the secrets I’ve hidden so deeply have all been unearthed by you."

He sighed softly: "You are a rare talent; I almost feel reluctant to kill you. If you are willing to switch sides and kill that Black Face fool beside you, I can spare your life, how about that?"

Before the delivery man could reply, the pitch-black No. 2, unable to bear it anymore, pushed off the wall violently, launching a reckless attack.

"Feng Mu, liar!" the dark No. 2 roared in fury, that voice filled with uncontrollable rage and deep grievance.

Snake-faced Gong Qi was slightly taken aback, involuntarily casting a sidelong glance at the goat face beside him, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise, as if silently asking, "Junior Brother, what did you do to make this Black Face guy lose his mind like this?"

Li Bashan stood motionless, the gaze beneath the tiger face calm and undisturbed, not revealing a shred of killing intent, only speaking in a muffled voice: "Junior Brother, does this person live or die?"

Feng Mu originally intended to do it himself, but seeing only two people in the room, he instantly understood that the heads were not enough to go around.

The seniors were kind to bring him along for the team-building, he couldn’t let them go home empty-handed.

Well, no need to act personally; just idly hanging around while the enemy is annihilated has its own kind of satisfaction~

Feng Mu sighed deeply, mercifully saying: "He’s considered an old friend, I kindly ask Senior Brother to give him a swift end."

"Alright!"

Li Bashan uttered a single word, his restrained aura suddenly bursting forth, that viscous and terrifying killing intent seemingly tangible, permeating the air, instantly painting the entire room with a layer of bloody varnish.

The air reeked of a pungent and rich iron smell, dizzying, as if every breath taken carried the taste of blood.

The dark No. 2’s charging stride suddenly halted, feeling the air around him morphing into a bloody quagmire, that thick consistency like countless tiny tentacles, coiling tightly around his moves and fists, making his body stiff and sluggish.

The temples on both sides felt hammered, pulsating with swelling, veins on his forehead bulging as if about to burst from pressure.

The dark No. 2 let out a monstrous wail, stomping heavily on the ground, accompanied by a reverberating sound as his grotesque hand, intertwined with muscles and bones, was viciously raised, spewing rotten corpse fluid in all directions, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

Li Bashan stood unmoving, watching indifferently as the dark No. 2 rushed in to punch, his masked face void of joy or sorrow, merely raising a hand gently.

Instantly, the bloody aura engulfing the whole room seemed alive, like homing swallows swiftly assembling, forming rings of circulating liquid, coiling tightly around Li Bashan’s robust, iron-cast arm.

Li Bashan used no flamboyant moves, merely applying the most natural pressure down with his arm, silent yet imbued with an unbeatable force.

Inaccessible and unavoidable.

It is unclear what the initially charged dark No. 2 felt in his heart at this moment.

In any case, beneath the goat mask, seeing Senior Brother Li Bashan truly make a move for the first time, Feng Mu’s pupils constricted into needles.

Even knowing Senior Brother is an ally, he still felt a chill climbing up his spine, his scalp tingling beyond control.

Feng Mu stared unblinkingly at the grotesque, black hand of the dark No. 2, watching as it met the Senior Brother’s palm: in an instant, the grotesque hand crumbled like ice encountering the scorching sun.

Whether flesh or bone, it unfolded like burning wax, getting effortlessly flattened by a heavenly descending spatula, dripping and splattering onto the ground, melting into a pool of mud.