Chapter 188 The Price of Destiny, Angel or Satan?

The surveillance camera in the corridor accurately captured this scene.

Tian Tao, who was watching behind the camera, lost his sleepiness and was made to laugh by Feng Mu's shocking words. The other prison guards in the monitoring room also laughed and covered their mouths from ear to ear.

"I originally thought that Li Bashan was just a reckless man with a brain full of muscles, but I didn't expect that this new prison guard also had a brain full of gunk."

"As expected of fellow disciples, what's the name of their sect? I passed by it when I went to Martial Arts Street. Oh, I remembered it. It's called [Dou Qiong Martial Arts School]. It's at the end of the street. The decoration is nondescript. It just looks like it. The most miserable martial arts school on that street.”

"Maybe Li Bashan is so good at eating that he destroyed the martial arts school..."

"Hey, I'm so pitiful about the master and master of this gym. All the apprentices he accepts are all mentally ill. This martial arts gym isn't full of lunatics or fools."

"Don't insult madmen or fools. Madmen and fools don't dream of becoming prison wardens, hahahaha——"

Unbridled laughter echoed in the monitoring room, as if it was about to tear off the roof.

In the corridor, the conversation continued.

Wang Cong gently rubbed his sore eyes and asked with deep fatigue and confusion:

"Feng Mu, don't you feel angry? If it weren't for these prisoners being dishonest at night, we wouldn't be so tired on the night shift."

When Feng Mu heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He looked at Wang Cong seriously. As a true friend, he knew that he had the responsibility to correct Wang Cong's wrong thinking.

The smile on his face faded and he said seriously: "You have the wrong idea. It is not the prisoners who keep us awake, but the people who arrange for us to be on night shift. Therefore, we should not bring this emotion to work. We shouldn’t pass this anger on to others.”

Wang Cong's eyes widened. It wasn't that he didn't understand the truth, he just subconsciously ignored the cause and effect.

Unpredictably, Feng Mu's words hit home. Wang Cong's heart suddenly shrank. He glanced nervously at the faintly flashing red light surveillance probe in the corridor, and felt a chill in his heart.

He grabbed Feng Mu's arm eagerly. In a panic, the doubts and uneasiness in his heart surged out like a tide: "Feng Mu, have you angered our division chief? Don't you feel afraid at all?"

Feng Mu did not rush to answer Wang Cong's doubts, but asked with his usual calmness: "Why should I feel afraid?"

Wang Cong's voice became even deeper, almost whispering: "Like me, being excluded and suppressed, doing heavy menial work in prison, every day is like struggling in a nightmare, you are not afraid that you will eventually Will you end up with the same fate as me?"

Feng Mu's footsteps stopped, and he stared at Wang Cong closely, as if he wanted to penetrate into the depths of his heart.

His voice was low and firm: "Whether it's you or me, we didn't make any mistakes. We have no reason to be bullied and no reason to feel afraid. The ones who should really be afraid are those who bully others."

Wang Cong froze on the spot, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Huh?"

Feng Mu gently straightened the wrinkles on Wang Cong's collar. His voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could soothe the deepest fluctuations in people's hearts:

"I don't know why you were isolated and bullied by them, but I guess it's because you have characteristics that are different from them, which makes you a thorn in their side. So, have you ever thought that you The existence itself challenges them. The more they join forces to bully you, the more it proves that they also have hidden fear of you. "

Wang Cong's eyes were still confused. He didn't seem to fully understand Feng Mu's words, but there was a desire deep in his heart for Feng Mu to say more.

Whether it was deception or encouragement, Wang Cong had been bullied for too long. He was in urgent need of a bit of spiritual comfort and recognition, even if it was just a trivial warmth.

Feng Mu did not avoid the surveillance of the camera. His words were full of seriousness and determination:

"Those who bully the weak, no matter how strong they appear, are always just cowards and spiritual dwarfs in their hearts. And those who are isolated and bullied may not be the real weak. Perhaps, they only need a suitable With the opportunity, those hurt hearts will give birth to a tenacious and indomitable giant."

Wang Cong was breathing rapidly, and his bloodshot eyes were trembling violently.

Feng Mu did not expect that a few words would inspire Wang Cong's courage to resist. This was unrealistic. After all, Dark Glory was not filmed in a day.

As he said himself, Wang Cong still needs an opportunity, but an opportunity alone is not enough. He also needs to sow a seed in his heart in advance.

Feng Mu said quietly: "Wang Cong, do you think you are a dwarf?"

Wang Cong's lips trembled slightly and he tried to speak several times, but he swallowed the words hard when they reached his lips.

Reason and fear were like two invisible chains, tightly binding him. His eyes were complicated and deep, and he could only stare at Feng Mu without saying a word.

Feng Mu knew that today's heat was almost over, so he smiled and said: "The bloodshot eyes in your eyes are too scary. Go and sleep for a while. It's not long before dawn. I can handle the rest of the time by myself."

After Wang Cong hesitated for a moment, he finally nodded slowly and dragged his tired body back to the dormitory.

As soon as his body touched the bed, he fell down involuntarily, pulled the quilt and covered his head.

Although his body was extremely exhausted, his brain was extremely excited and he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

"Am I a dwarf?" This question echoed in his mind repeatedly. "Giant? Ha--, there is no giant in my heart, only a dwarf stuck in the quagmire. Ha-- ha-- ha--, I am that dwarf, I just want to climb out of this quagmire as quickly as possible..."

Wang Cong buried his head deeply in the quilt, his face turned red from suppressing it. He tried to roar wildly, but in the end he did not dare to let his voice penetrate the cover of the quilt.

At this time, Feng Mu did not know that Wang Cong approaching him was a script arranged by Chang Wei. He is not an omniscient and omnipotent God, and even if he knew all this, he might not take it to heart.

Because none of this is important. What is important is that everyone's destiny has already been marked with a price. And when God finally lowered the auction hammer, Satan must have given the most fair price.

As for who is Satan in this prison, it depends on who is the most angel-like.

Bang——

The door of the dormitory was slammed open, and the captain Tian Tao, who was as strong as a calf, walked in with a sullen face. He quickly walked to the bed and roughly opened the quilt, as if to catch a panicked chicken, and grabbed Wang Cong's collar.

Wang Cong was frightened by the sudden attack and sat up quickly. His face was as pale as paper, and his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to pop out of his throat.

"I'm a dwarf, ha, tell me, am I a dwarf?" Tian Tao's eyes widened, and he roared as if he wanted to eat someone.

Wang Cong's throat was tightly strangled, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe. He struggled and stammered, "No, no, no, captain, you are not a dwarf."

Tian Tao loosened his hand slightly and looked down at Wang Cong, who was cowering on the bed, like a giant looking down at a dwarf.

His voice was still fierce, with a hint of ferocity: "Then tell me, who is the dwarf?"

Wang Cong gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his throat, and answered with difficulty: "I, it's me, I'm a dwarf."

Tian Tao's face turned pale, he grinned, and his smelly breath blew into Wang Cong's face:

"Remember, you are just a dwarf. Don't have any unnecessary thoughts. You can't become a giant, but you can grow taller. Do you know how to grow taller?"

The content of Chang Wei's conversation with him flashed through Wang Cong's mind, and he replied in a low voice: "I can be raised up by stepping on the corpses of other dwarfs."

Tian Tao laughed loudly, as if he heard the most satisfactory answer: "As long as you understand. Remember, I will keep an eye on Feng Mu, and I will keep an eye on you. Now, get up immediately and go to the night shift."

Tian Tao continued to curse: "Mother Cao Xie, you will come back after Feng Mu asked you to come back to rest? Did you get my consent? Do you listen to him or me?"

Wang Cong got out of bed in a hurry, put on his shoes at random, and rushed out of the dormitory as if he was running away.

Feng Mu saw Wang Cong running to him panting, and he frowned slightly, as if he had read something from Wang Cong's panic.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He just silently stretched out his hand and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the latter's collar.

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