Chapter 243 Love is the greatest power in the world!
Tick-tock, the ticking hands continued to move.
Several white bone bullets shot towards him at close range, and before Wang Cong's brain could react, they were blocked by a layer of white gravel.
Puff, puff, puff! The white sand was suspended in the air in front of Wang Cong. It was not motionless, but it was like a sunken mudslide, washing back and forth from top to bottom, wrapping around the bone bullet with an unusually feminine force, creating circles of ripples.
Several bone bullets as hard as iron that were visible to the naked eye seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The force of the impact was dissolved and then swallowed up bit by bit. It took about two or three breaths before they were melted into bone residue and became part of the white sand.
"Hey? Your finger!"
Wang Cong was horrified and wanted to control Baisha to spit out the bones he had swallowed, but he found that he couldn't do it at all. It was like the protection and love of his parents, so overbearing that he could not resist.
As an ancient corpse, Wang Cong's body temperature was very low, but at this moment he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face.
"It's okay. My bones can regenerate."
Feng Mu sat on the sofa leisurely, with a faint smile on his face, and helped Wang Cong test his ability with great interest, "Then, tell me how you feel now."
Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu until he saw the latter's five sunken fingers become full again while he was talking, then he let out a cold breath.
He thought to himself: "Yes, my worries are ridiculous. Feng Mu can even control death, so bones should be able to regenerate. Otherwise, it would be unreasonable."
This change in thinking came naturally, and as time went on, Wang Cong felt that no matter what Feng Mu could do, it was not worth making a fuss about, and he became more and more awed and fanatical.
Wang Cong took a deep breath and spread out his palms. Circles of white sand surrounded his arms and flowed slowly.
He replied: "Although it is almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, I can feel that there seem to be a little more particles of white sand."
Feng Mu nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"As long as the white sand can increase in number, it will be fine. Otherwise, with that little number, the power is really limited. However, if it can grow by devouring bones, it can quickly make up for the lack of quantity."
Feng Mu paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it only possible to devour bones?"
Wang Cong waved his hand casually, and the white sand moved like a strong wind sweeping past. The coffee table was instantly shattered, and the fine debris fell to the ground.
Wang Cong responded in a deep voice: "It should be that it can only grow by devouring bones."
Feng Mu nodded, as if he understood: "That's right, after all, ashes are the product of burning bones."
He then asked with concern: "You don't think that letting Baisha eat other people's bones to grow will pollute your parents, right?"
Wang Cong felt Feng Mu's thoughtful care and consideration for him, and his heart was warmed.
He shook his head with a firm expression and said slowly, "No. My parents were very thin when they were alive. Now they can gain weight by nourishing themselves in this way. I am so happy."
Feng Mu was originally worried that Wang Cong would feel uncomfortable and think that doing so would dirty his parents' ashes. But seeing that Wang Cong was able to think it through on his own, he no longer bothered to say the one, two, three, four, five words of consolation that he had already prepared.
Feng Mu then asked: "Can the eyes on the top of the head be hidden?"
Wang Cong controlled it with his mind, and the third vertical pupil on his head quietly merged into the skull and was covered by the healed skin.
This ability to control the flesh and blood more flexibly than a living person is the instinct of the corpse.
If you think about it carefully, this phenomenon is actually quite intriguing - a dead body is actually more flexible than a living person?
Feng Mu continued to ask: "Can Baisha be fully controlled?"
Wang Cong thought for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head: "When attacking, Baisha can act completely according to my wishes, but when defending, its reaction speed is faster than my own."
"Semi-automatic!" Feng Mu had come to a conclusion in his mind. What else could he say? He could only sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Wang Cong, you are very lucky. You have a pair of parents who love you deeply, beyond death."
Feng Mu reached out and patted Wang Cong on the shoulder. The white sand surrounding Wang Cong did not stop him on its own. It seemed that it really had a soul and felt the pure goodness in his heart.
"Love is indeed the greatest power in this world!"
Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong with deep eyes and said earnestly,
"Captain Wang Cong, tap into this power. I believe that in the near future, we will see you riding the sand and waves and soaring to the top."
Feng Mu was not exaggerating, he really did see the shadow of an anime character from his previous life in Wang Cong.
He said: "I think you can prepare a gourd and carry it with you at all times to hold your parents' ashes, so as not to scare others."
Wang Cong's heart was pounding, as if Feng Mu's suggestion had touched his soul. He nodded heavily, and coincidentally, he remembered that there seemed to be such a gourd in the cabinet under his father's bed.
His father was a carpenter, and the gourd was actually a solid tumbler that was made for his amusement. It was one of the few toys he had in his childhood memories.
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"As long as I hollow out the tumbler and tie a rope to it, it will fit perfectly!" Wang Cong thought.
For some reason, Wang Cong suddenly felt that he had lived for more than 20 years, and it seemed that everything was paving the way for today. Everything was the best result arranged by fate.
After helping Wang Cong complete a preliminary test of his abilities, Feng Mu had a rough assessment of Wang Cong's strength.
"From the perspective of strength and agility alone, the improvement may not be particularly huge, but the physique of the evil corpse makes it immortal to a certain extent. And the blood volume is very high. In a head-on confrontation, I am afraid that it is not weaker than some fourth-level warriors with some specialties."
"But if he adds the ability to control sand, he will most likely be able to easily kill most fourth-level warriors. And if he catches them by surprise, even if he faces a fifth-level warrior, Wang Cong may be able to fight."
"That is to say, at the current stage of the Second Prison, if Wang Cong disregards all consequences and does not use his physical body to withstand the laser channel, he may kill everyone in the Second Prison and use everyone's bones to commemorate his parents."
Feng Mu was calculating in his mind. Of course, this method was just a one-time sacrifice. Feng Mu had a more secure way to control the Second Supervisor, so he wouldn't be so cruel.
Compared with the strength Wang Cong has shown at the moment, he is more looking forward to the day when Wang Cong's potential will be fully tapped and realized.
Feng Mu unplugged the charging cable. Just now, while Wang Cong was asleep, he considerately charged Wang Cong's mobile phone, and now it can be turned on again.
The mobile phone, which had thrown out a parabola, was held steadily by Baisha and then handed to Wang Cong. He looked at Feng Mu suspiciously.
Feng Mu grinned and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the warden may have called you."
Wang Cong turned on his phone and saw a missed call from the warden Qian Huan. He looked at Feng Mu and nodded, "Yes."
Feng Mu saw the coldness in Wang Cong's eyes. He smiled disapprovingly and said meaningfully:
"Don't hold grudges, Captain Wang Cong. For those who betray us, we must learn to use deeper love to influence them little by little."
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(End of this chapter)
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