Chapter 589: Chapter 573: The Graveyard Tree Is Dead?!!

Feng Mu’s philosophy of black and white seems simple, yet it subtly embodies the wisdom of reconciling with the world. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The few people from the Internal Inspection Department, as natives of this world, simply couldn’t understand what "Graveyard Tree" was babbling about.

Their mindset was much simpler and more brutal than Feng Mu’s, which was to always follow the minister’s lead.

If the minister wore black, they wore black; if the minister wore white, they wore white.

Gong Qi had a more agile mind, but "Graveyard Tree’s" ideas didn’t resonate with his brainwaves at all.

Save people?!!

What nonsense, saving people is nowhere near as interesting as killing them~

"Graveyard Tree" realized his persuasion had failed, but he wasn’t too disappointed and tossed the burnt cigarette butt to the ground.

He exhaled a final smoke ring and said solemnly:

"After all this talk, you’re actually just trying to confuse me; what you really want to know is the ’Air Tax,’ right?"

"Graveyard Tree" hit the nail on the head; if Gong Qi hadn’t seen the draft on his computer, he wouldn’t have knocked politely, and Feng Mu wouldn’t be having a heart-to-heart with a dead man.

In fact, Feng Mu didn’t even know about the "Air Tax" before; he’s just a small player, without high-level contacts in the Executive Government.

Even combined, Li Shang and Hou Wendong can barely count as half.

He has to wait for certain policies or bills to be officially announced before knowing about them.

Recently, even though the TV station has been bombarding propaganda, he’s sensed something amiss, but hadn’t connected it to the "Air Tax."

After all, taxing even breathing is such a crazy concept; it’s too groundbreaking, even for him, reborn as he is, he never imagined air could be priced.

But after reading "Graveyard Tree’s" draft, he suddenly felt as if the clouds had cleared, linking various things together.

Not just the TV station’s various propaganda and Blank People registration, but also associating it with the "Octagonal Cage" plan.

"No wonder Wang Xinfa and the Bright Group have both developed enormous interest and focus on the ’Octagonal Cage’ plan; initially, I thought they were just sharp-sensed.

Now it seems there might be a reason behind it, perhaps related to the ’Air Tax,’ they’re using the ’Octagonal Cage’ plan to play a bigger game."

Feng Mu, having never been in office, has a weakness in policy interpretation and sensitivity.

He can only vaguely sense the "Air Tax" and "Octagonal Cage" might be linked, but can’t fully grasp it, hence needing "Graveyard Tree’s" answers urgently.

Feng Mu’s question had hidden implications; he didn’t ask if the "Air Tax" was "Graveyard Tree’s" subjective speculation, nor did he straightforwardly ask if the information was true.

Instead, he asked about the source of "Graveyard Tree’s" information.

Moreover, had he barged in directly asking at the start, "Graveyard Tree" would have certainly kept silent.

But now, "Graveyard Tree," having started the conversation, didn’t mind saying a few more words, though he coldly replied:

"Don’t waste your efforts; I’m not going to tell you anything, don’t expect any answers from me."

Little did he know, remaining silent and saying "I’m not going to tell you" are fundamentally different.

Silence carries no information, but saying "I’m not going to tell you" itself is an answer, revealing hidden information and inclinations.

"Understood,"

Feng Mu’s eyelids drooped slightly, his lashes casting a dangerous shadow on his glasses,

"The ’Air Tax’ is real!!!"

"Graveyard Tree’s" eyes widened, realizing he’d been tricked, his mouth opened: "You....."

"Thank you, any last words?"

Feng Mu’s hand moved from his shoulder to his throat.

He originally had a Plan B involving torture, but in the end, he softened, unwilling to torment an idealist.

Perhaps as "Graveyard Tree" said, even he, deep down, wishes the ground he stands on could be a bit cleaner.

"Graveyard Tree" stayed silent, merely staring at the computer beside him.

Feng Mu understood what the other feared, he promised:

"Alright, I promise you!"

"Graveyard Tree’s" eyes showed no fear of death, instead he grinned brightly.

"This madman was touched a little bit by me, or else he wouldn’t have promised me, what the person said was right, everything is meaningful, even.....death!!"

Feng Mu didn’t know why "Graveyard Tree" was smiling, he just felt inexplicably irritable, tightened his fingers slightly.

"Graveyard Tree" endured the pain of his throat being crushed, laughing heartily:

"Even if one ’Graveyard Tree’ dies, there are fourteen thousand three hundred and fourteen ’Graveyard Trees,’ when the sparks set the world ablaze, everyone will become ’Graveyard Trees,’ hahaha——"

"Crack!"

The laughter abruptly stopped, "Graveyard Tree" was dead.

Feng Mu looked at the corpse frozen in a smile, his expression strange:

"Fourteen thousand three hundred and fourteen, how is it so exact?"

He released the body, letting it slide down, coldly instructed:

"Take his head and tongue, package and seal them."

This is the gift to be sent to the prison warden later, Feng Mu always fulfills his promises.

The Internal Inspection Department members behind him immediately took action, cutting heads, tongues, and packing them in boxes.

Gong Qi sat in front of the computer, holding the mouse, the cursor hovering over the "Publish" button, asking Feng Mu:

"Do you really want to publish it?"

Feng Mu nodded: "Yes!"

The promise to the prison warden must be fulfilled, and the promise to "Graveyard Tree" will be fulfilled as well.

Promises made to the living must be kept, and those made to the dead must be fulfilled too; Feng Mu makes sure he keeps his word.

Click, the mouse clicks, "Graveyard Tree’s" last words are published online, sure to stir a huge storm.

"Minister, look, there’s a weird symbol under this guy’s tongue..."

Liu Yi suddenly exclaimed, holding a bloody tongue, as the blood drained away, a bizarre black symbol slowly emerged on the back of the tongue coating.

The symbol looked like a circular serpent biting its tail, exuding eerie black gas, twisting and squirming like a living thing, then visibly dissipating into the air.

Leaving only the motionless half of the tongue.

Feng Mu’s expression changed, pupils shrinking, an absurd thought struck him:

"Is this... the Tongue Root Death Curse?!!"

[Tongue Root Death Curse: A vicious blood curse seal, those cursed by you cannot divulge your information, or they’ll die from blood loss all over their body.

Ps: The judgment of disclosure follows the "subjective consciousness" principle.]

Feng Mu confirmed he hadn’t mistaken the symbol, it absolutely was the "Tongue Root Death Curse," a loyalty mark only given to members of "Destiny."

So, did I just kill one of our own?!!!