Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 322 - 306: Willing to Die for Feng Mu

Who is the person you miss the most?

For this question, everyone will have an answer in their hearts. Most likely, it’s your father or mother. It could also be your wife or children, but it’s also possible that it’s...

In Guan Chong’s mind, faces flashed by like a slideshow: his father’s expression of disappointment, his mother’s aged, wrinkled face, his wife’s gradually irritating gaze, the image of a toothless baby sucking milk.

These were all people he cared about, but none stayed in his mind for long because they were not the ones he missed the most.

There was someone else he thought about day and night, especially in his dreams, where he couldn’t control himself, repeatedly bringing the person into his arms, breaking their neck, smashing their face.

It was someone he longed to see dead more than anyone else.

Guan Chong’s throat was dry, and he was shocked as he looked at Feng Mu. The latter’s gentle and calm smile seemed to contain some enormous strength, causing goosebumps to rise on Guan Chong’s arm holding the phone.

Fear?

Indeed, there was a hint of unease swirling in his heart, but that wasn’t the main thing. It was more a kind of... excitement, like shivering, surging from every cell in his body!!!

Although Feng Mu didn’t continue to explain, Guan Chong seemed to understand everything as if it were an epiphany.

He looked at the head on the ground, then at the fire scene across, and finally, his gaze fixated on the empty dialing keypad, his heart pounding fiercely.

"Yes, what you see is not important, what you hear is not important, the truth or falsehood doesn’t matter. What matters is which side I’m on, who I want to follow, and who I want to die!"

Guan Chong felt a clarity in his mind like never before. His thoughts and understanding were rapidly evolving.

"No wonder Feng Mu doesn’t leave a living mouth behind, because he never intended to ask anything from the other party’s mouth. It’s too time-consuming and laborious. What he wants, he can fill in directly himself."

"So that’s how it is, this is the extreme of truth and falsehood, the ultimate hidden answer of the world that cannot be shown—the truth is not a proof or a solution but a fill-in-the-blank question!"

Guan Chong’s throat was dry, the numbness and deadness in his eyes faded, and he actually saw the shadow of Bright:

"And at this moment, Feng Mu has given the precious right to fill in the answers into his own hands!!!"

Guan Chong looked at Feng Mu in disbelief, his hand holding the phone trembling, even though he hadn’t shaken when holding a person’s head just now.

Feng Mu’s smile remained calm and gentle, like the most patient teacher waiting for his student to fill in the answer on his own, without force, without urge, without drawing or pointing.

That gaze seemed to encourage him—don’t be afraid, whatever answer you fill this time, the teacher can ensure you get a score of 100 and receive the exam reward.

A perfect score—something Guan Chong had never received since childhood, whether it was school exams or the long test of life.

Someone like him, without talent, ability, or background, seemed destined from the moment of birth for his test papers to be full of X’s.

Guan Chong had long accepted such a fate, otherwise, he wouldn’t endure the suffering worse than death in the Second Prison and still hold out, knowing that even if he went elsewhere, nothing would change.

If the entire world was a dirty and cruel prison, then what difference did it make whether he left the Second Prison or not?

Guan Chong took a deep breath, his gaze struggled to move away from Feng Mu, looking at those behind him, those who were just like him—worthless. Only then did he realize they were all staring at him unblinkingly, at the phone in his hand.

Their eyes were both timid and eager, both eerie and intense in a way that couldn’t be described, as if what he held wasn’t a phone but a key to open the door to a new world, a ticket to a voyage towards Bright.

Guan Chong’s head tingled like electricity ran through it, leaving him no more hesitation or doubt. He lowered his head, bloody fingers entering a string of phone numbers on the numeric keypad.

——Beep beep beep!

The call couldn’t get connected for a long time. Just when Guan Chong was a bit disappointed and about to hang up, the call finally went through.

A male voice came through the receiver, mixed with the sound of heavy objects dragging on the ground and fluid flowing.

Upon hearing that familiar deep voice coming from the phone, the hair on Guan Chong’s face stood up involuntarily, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing an unnatural twisted arc.

His breathing grew heavy and rapid. Each breath he suppressed intensely, yet he couldn’t utter a single word.

This was because Feng Mu only told him to make the call, not to speak.

After four or five seconds, the call was hung up from the other end.

Feng Mu waited for the call to be disconnected, then walked over slowly, his palm resting gently on Guan Chong’s shoulder, filled with encouragement and affirmation:

"I said you have talent, and indeed, you didn’t disappoint me. You are smart, and you did well!"

Guan Chong quickly used the hem of his clothes to wipe the blood off the phone, then handed it to Feng Mu with both hands, stammering out three words: "Th... thank you!"

Feng Mu responded with a more sincere smile, his voice full of encouragement and appreciation:

"Thank you? I should be thanking you. This is the reward you deserve!"

Feng Mu took the phone, glancing briefly at the number in the call record, then smiled:

"Now tell me his name."

Guan Chong took a deep breath, unconsciously straightening his previously slouched back, raising his head, and said word by word:

"Lou Rui, the prison guard on the first floor of the Light Supervision Area."

Feng Mu smiled upon hearing this, a plain face flashing in his mind. He was now the de facto "leader" of the second floor of the Light Supervision Area, and the first floor had yet to submit to him.

He pulled out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to Guan Chong, speaking softly:

"Don’t be so serious. Wipe the blood off your hands. Do you know what to do next?"

Guan Chong accepted the handkerchief, overwhelmed with gratitude, warmed by a surge of warmth in his heart, as if a gentle hand smoothed over the scars left in his soul.

Before he could speak, Feng Mu’s sympathetic and understanding voice reached his ears again:

"I won’t ask about the story between you and him; that’s your privacy. Just remember, when you return to the Second Prison later, use a rope and strangle him, okay?"

Guan Chong shuddered, as if an invisible force ran through his body. His eyes quickly turned moist, his voice hoarse yet resolute:

"Strangle him, yes, I will use a rope to strangle him."

Feng Mu was very satisfied with Guan Chong’s determination. Still a little worried, he reminded:

"Can you do it alone? If not reassured, you can have others go with you; anyone here can join, including me. I believe everyone is willing to help you."

Feng Mu really thought thoroughly, considering every detail. In his life, when had Guan Chong encountered such a caring leader?

At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind—to lay down his life for Feng Mu!

Feng Mu turned around, his gaze sweeping over the people behind him. His care was not limited to Guan Chong, but extended to everyone:

"This time you help Guan Chong to strangle Lou Rui, and next time when it’s your turn, others will naturally help you too, okay?"