Chapter 243: Love Is the Greatest Power in the World!

Drip, drip—the hands of the clock kept turning.

Several white bone bullets shot over at close range, and before Wang Cong's brain could react, they were intercepted by a layer of white sand and gravel.

Pfft pfft pfft!

White sand hovered before Wang Cong, not motionless, but flowing back and forth from top to bottom like a sunken mudslide, wrapping around the bone bullets with an unusually yin and gentle force, stirring up ripple-like waves.

Several bone bullets, hard as iron and visible to the naked eye, seemed to sink into a quagmire; the force of their impact was neutralized, then they were swallowed bit by bit, and within two or three breaths, they were melted into bone dregs, becoming part of the white sand.

"Hey! Your fingers!"

Wang Cong was greatly alarmed, wanting to control the white sand to spit out the swallowed bones, but found he absolutely could not, just like the guardianship and care of parents, domineering to the point he could not resist.

As an Ancient E 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 fine, my bones can regenerate."

Feng Mu sat leisurely on the sofa, a faint smile on his face, interestingly helping Wang Cong test his abilities,

"So, tell me how you feel now."

Wang Cong stared fixedly at Feng Mu until he saw the latter's five sunken fingers become plump again while speaking, then exhaled a mouthful of cold air.

He thought: "Yes, my worry is simply ridiculous; Feng Mu can even control death, so bones should be able to regenerate, otherwise it wouldn't make sense."

This shift in thinking came naturally, and as time passed, Wang Cong would increasingly feel that no matter what Feng Mu could do, it was not worth making a fuss over, and thus he grew ever more reverent and fervent.

Wang Cong took a deep breath, spread his palm, and rings of pure white sand grains circled his arm, flowing slowly.

He replied: "Although almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, I can feel that the white sand grains seem to have increased a bit."

Feng Mu nodded with satisfaction and smiled as he said:

"As long as the white sand can increase in quantity, that's fine. Otherwise, relying on that little bit, the power is truly limited. But if growth can be obtained by devouring bones, the shortage in quantity can be quickly made up."

Feng Mu paused, then asked: "Can you only devour bones?"

Wang Cong waved his hand casually, and the white sand moved at his command, sweeping across like a raging wind; the tea table instantly shattered into pieces, and fine debris rustled down to the floor.

Wang Cong replied in a deep voice: "It should be that growth can only come from devouring bones."

Feng Mu nodded, as if understanding: "That makes sense, after all, ashes are the product of bones burning."

He then asked with concern: "Won't you feel that letting the white sand devour others' bones to grow will pollute your parents?"

Wang Cong felt Feng Mu's delicate consideration in putting himself in Wang Cong's shoes, and a warmth rose in his heart.

He shook his head, his expression firm, and slowly said: "No. My parents were very frail when they were alive; now they can nourish themselves and grow plump through this method—I'm more than happy about it."

Feng Mu had originally worried Wang Cong would feel uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that doing so would dirty his parents' ashes, but seeing that Wang Cong could let it go himself, he no longer bothered to say the one, two, three, four, five comforting lines he had already prepared.

Feng Mu then asked: "Can the eye on top of your head be hidden?"

Wang Cong controlled it with his will, and the third vertical eye on his head silently merged into his skull, covered by healed skin.

This ability to control flesh and blood more flexibly than a living person was exactly the instinct of an E Corpse.

Thinking about it carefully, this phenomenon was indeed quite thought-provoking—a dead corpse was actually more flexible than a living person?

Feng Mu continued to ask: "Can the white sand be completely controlled?"

Wang Cong thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head:

"When attacking, the white sand can act completely according to my will, but when defending, its reaction speed is even faster than my own."

"Semi-automatic!" Feng Mu reached a conclusion in his heart; what else could he say? He could only sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Wang Cong, you are very lucky; you have parents who love you deeply, transcending death."

Feng Mu reached out and patted Wang Cong's shoulder; the white sand surrounding Wang Cong did not autonomously block him, as if it truly had a soul, sensing the purity of his heart.

"Love, indeed, is the greatest power in this world!"

Feng Mu looked deeply at Wang Cong and said earnestly,

"Captain Wang Cong, dig deep into this power; I believe that in the not-too-distant future, we will see the day you ride the sand through the waves and rise straight up."

Feng Mu did not exaggerate; he truly saw, faintly, the shadow of a certain anime character from his previous life on Wang Cong.

He said: "I think you can prepare a gourd, carry it on your back at all times, to hold your parents' ashes, so as not to scare others."

Wang Cong's heart stirred; he felt Feng Mu's suggestion had struck his soul, and he nodded heavily. Coincidentally, he remembered that there seemed to be such a gourd in the cabinet under his father's bed.

His father was a carpenter; that gourd was actually a solid roly-poly toy, made to amuse him, one of the few toys in his childhood memories.

"Just hollow out the roly-poly and tie a rope to it, and it'll be just right!" Wang Cong thought.

For some reason, Wang Cong suddenly felt that after living over twenty years, everything seemed to have been paving the way for today, everything being the best result arranged by fate in the dark.

After helping Wang Cong complete the initial test of his ability, Feng Mu had a rough idea of his assessment of Wang Cong's strength.

"Judging solely by power and agility, the improvement may not be particularly huge, but the E Corpse constitution gives it a certain immortality, and its blood volume is incredibly thick; in direct confrontation, it probably isn't weaker than some specialized Fourth Rank Martial Artists."

"But if you add the sand-controlling ability, it would most likely easily crush most Fourth Rank Martial Artists, and if it strikes unexpectedly, even against a Fifth Rank Martial Artist, Wang Cong would not lack the power to fight."

"That is to say, at the current stage in the Second Prison, if he disregards all consequences and doesn't physically withstand the Laser Corridor, Wang Cong might be able to carve a path through the Second Prison, using everyone's bones to sacrifice to his parents."

Feng Mu calculated in his mind; of course, this usage belonged to a one-time sacrificial pawn method. Feng Mu had a more stable way to control the Second Prison and wouldn't go so far as to be so heartless and ruthless.

Compared to the strength Wang Cong displayed now, he looked forward even more to the day Wang Cong's potential would be fully tapped and realized.

Feng Mu casually pulled out the charging cable; just now, while Wang Cong was asleep, he had thoughtfully charged Wang Cong's phone, and it could now be turned on again.

The phone thrown in a parabola was steadily caught by the white sand, then delivered into Wang Cong's hand; he looked at Feng Mu suspiciously.

Feng Mu grinned: "If I'm not mistaken, the Prison Warden probably called you."

Wang Cong opened his phone and indeed saw a missed call from Prison Warden Qian Huan; he looked at Feng Mu and nodded: "Yes."

Feng Mu saw the coldness in Wang Cong's eyes, smiled indifferently, and said meaningfully:

"Don't be so vindictive, Captain Wang Cong; for those who betray trust and abandon righteousness, we must learn to use deeper love to gradually influence them."

(End of Chapter)