Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 336 - 320: Evil Spirit Feng Mu?!!

The prison guard who got shot was burning with rage, fire almost spewing from his nostrils: "???"

He had seen people who talked nonsense, but never someone like this. Everyone’s silence meant they agreed with you, right? That was clearly...

His lips trembled as he tried to argue, but unexpectedly Feng Mu had completely anticipated his next move.

Just as he opened his mouth, the barrel of a gun lightning fast plunged into his throat, with such force that it penetrated deep down, tearing his esophagus apart.

Then he heard Feng Mu continue in his usual calm and gentle voice, saying:

"Lou Rui participated and assisted in the death row rebellion. My people came to arrest him, but you deliberately obstructed them.

Under everyone’s watch, you reached out your left foot to help him. Now, I have to seriously doubt whether you conspired with Lou Rui. You must have been involved in the rebellion incident as well!"

The face of the shot prison guard changed drastically, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he could only make a muffled "mmm mmm" sound from his throat.

Desperately, he tried to pull out the gun barrel from his mouth with both hands, but it was as if the barrel had grown together with his throat, unmoved. In his feeble struggle, he could only shake his head frantically.

Feng Mu’s expression remained as calm as water: "It seems you have nothing to say either, admitting your role as an accomplice, causing the deaths of so many fellow prison guards. Repent!"

The prison guard shook his head even more frantically, his eyes filled with terror. He saw Feng Mu’s index finger slowly, irreversibly moving toward the trigger.

Feng Mu’s lips curled slightly, revealing white teeth:

"Denying it is useless, Lou Rui has already admitted it for you. Otherwise, why would his hand hold onto your clothes so tightly?"

The prison guard looked down in horror, his gaze seemingly nailed in place, staring blankly at Lou Rui, flames of resentment spewing from his bulging eyes, as if to say:

"Why are you hurting me?"

Lou Rui lifted his head, directly meeting those eyes, only to realize that from just now, his hand had been grabbing the other, like clutching at a lifeline, refusing to let go.

Lou Rui hesitated for a moment, not having decided whether to let go, but the gunshot made the decision for him.

A duller muffled sound than the previous two shots reverberated through the prison guard’s skull from his mouth.

The scarlet bullet accurately pierced through the prison guard’s throat, through the cervical vertebrae, bringing a burst of shattered bone bits and gushing blood.

Lou Rui’s hand inadvertently loosened, the lifeless body, deprived of its tug, fell weakly, the blood-spewing back of its head crashed onto the ground near Ma Xuan’s foot.

Ma Xuan hurriedly retracted his leg, seemingly fearing that filthy blood would stain his shoes, instinctively taking half a step back.

All the prison guards present stared at Feng Mu in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief.

No one could predict that Feng Mu would pull the trigger without hesitation, nor that he would execute a colleague right in front of everyone’s eyes.

Everyone’s gaze uniformly fell on the body on the ground, mouth agape, fresh blood bubbling out, a chilling dread rising from the depths of their hearts.

At that moment, everyone felt the heavy weight hidden behind Feng Mu’s smiling face.

Feng Mu gently flicked the filth off the gun barrel, even though it was pointed at the ground, all the prison guards uniformly swallowed nervously.

Although Lou Rui’s mouth wasn’t blocked, it was as if he had lost his voice, not even daring to take deep breaths, letting Wang Ping’an come from behind, grasping his hair, dragging him like a dead dog.

His two kneeling legs, including the crippled one, were straining desperately, urgently longing to put a bit more distance between himself and Feng Mu.

With a face full of reverence, Guan Chong walked to Feng Mu’s side, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, respectfully handing it to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu smiled, took the handkerchief, and leisurely wiped off the filth from the gun, then casually handed over the pistol, earnestly saying:

"Hold the gun firmly, I will only teach you this once, have you learned how to shoot?"

Guan Chong took a deep breath, took the gun with both hands, gripped the handle tightly, and nodded heavily: "I’ve learned!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Guan Chong suddenly raised his arm, the sight unequivocally aimed at Ma Xuan’s brow, the hand holding the gun steady without a trace of tremor.

Ma Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, as if stung by a poisonous bee. Even the gold-wire-rimmed glasses couldn’t conceal the spreading gloom on his face.

His brow furrowed deeply, forming a pronounced character for "river", his tone icy cold: "What do you mean by this, Feng Mu?"

Ma Xuan glared fiercely at Feng Mu, unable to imagine, just a few weeks ago, Feng Mu was merely a newly employed prison guard in the Second Prison, yet now, the people under his command dared to point a gun at him.

"It’s all that damned Chang Wei’s fault!" Ma Xuan thought.

At this moment, Ma Xuan had no doubt about Guan Chong’s courage to shoot, the determination and fervor in the other’s eyes sent a chill crawling through his spine, igniting an eerie feeling in his heart.

This person had been thoroughly indoctrinated by Feng Mu, in Ma Xuan’s view, even if Feng Mu ordered him to shoot himself at this moment, Guan Chong might execute it without hesitation.

Just like being brainwashed by a malign spirit.

"I... I have learned too!"

Jiang Li took a deep breath and suddenly said.

As the words fell, he also followed suit, raising the gun in his hand, aiming it at Ma Xuan.

Even though his arm trembled slightly, the muzzle never left Ma Xuan’s face.

Ma Xuan’s face turned livid instantly, a surge of anger rushing to his head, almost making him burst out with curses:

"Two?!!

Not just one brainwashed, but two, and in such a short time, already two of them brainwashed. Do these guys have no brains?"

Actually, it’s 2.5. The remaining 0.5 is Wang Ping’an, who didn’t take a gun from the security office earlier, so now he’s holding only an electric baton, pretending it’s a gun, which Ma Xuan overlooked.

Wang Ping’an, who always believed in the principle of "safety first" as a prison guard, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret at this moment.

The feeling between holding a gun and not holding one is indeed vastly different.

Helplessly, Wang Ping’an could only raise the electric baton high, pulling Lou Rui’s hair tighter, gnashing his teeth, furrowing his brows, forcing out the fiercest, most ferocious expression as if ready to devour someone.

"I was wrong, I’ve always been wrong. The real ’safety first’ is not avoiding guns and treating others kindly. Quite the contrary, I should always grip the gun tightly."

In this instant, Wang Ping’an seemed to undergo a profound transformation, his epiphany deep and thorough.

"In this perilous world, it’s either pointing a gun at others or having a gun pointed at you. Only by always first aiming the muzzle at others can one’s safety be ensured."

"This world is always kind to evildoers, so, ’safety first’ is about becoming the foremost evildoer!"