Off work.
Go home.
Lock the room.
Feng Mu stood in the middle of the bedroom, focusing his attention on his hand.
In the next second, his palm writhed, and bone-white wrist bones like blades protruded from his palm, with fresh blood dripping down the cracks onto the ground.
Feng Mu controlled the wrist bones, testing the maximum growth distance, which was about 15 centimeters, the length of a short dagger.
"If I hadn't restrained it this afternoon and had completely transformed into a bone person, this distance could have doubled."
Feng Mu understood in his heart but did not regret it at all. Trading underdevelopment for hiding among humans was very worthwhile.
After all, being obviously abnormal at a glance, no matter how strong, is like a rat crossing the street, with a dead-end fate.
On the contrary, hiding and appearing harmless, lurking while waiting for an opportunity, can be endlessly harmful.
