Chapter 243 Love Is the Greatest Power in the World!

Tick-tock, the tick-tock pointer continues to turn.

Several white bone bullets were fired at close range, and before Wang Cong's brain had time to react, they were intercepted by a layer of white gravel.

Puff puff puff!

The white sand hung out of thin air in front of Wang Cong. It was not motionless, but washed back and forth from top to bottom like a sunken mudslide. It wrapped around the bone bullet with an unusually feminine force, creating circles of ripples.

The few bone bullets that were as hard as iron, visible to the naked eye, seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. The force of the impact was resolved, and then they were swallowed up little by little. It took about two or three breaths to be melted into bone dregs and became Part of the white sand.

"Huh? Your finger!"

Wang Cong was shocked and wanted to control Baisha to spit out the swallowed bones, but found that he couldn't do it at all. Just like the protection and care of his parents, he couldn't resist it.

As an ancient corpse, Wang Cong's body temperature was very low, but at this moment, he was so anxious that his face was sweating.

"It doesn't matter, my bones can regenerate."

Feng Mu sat leisurely on the sofa, with a faint smile on his face and helped Wang Cong test his ability with great interest.

"So, tell me how you feel now."

Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu closely until he saw the latter's five sunken fingers, which became full again when he spoke, and then he let out a cold breath.

He thought to himself: "Yes, my worries are simply ridiculous. Feng Mu can even control death. Bones should be able to regenerate, otherwise it would be unreasonable."

This change in thinking will come naturally, and as time goes by, Wang Cong will feel more and more that no matter what Feng Mu can do, it is not worthy of his fuss, and he will become more awe and fanatic.

Wang Cong took a deep breath, spread out his palms, and circles of white sand surrounded his arms, flowing slowly.

He replied: "Although it is almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, I can feel that the white sand particles seem to be a little more."

Feng Mu nodded with satisfaction, smiled and said:

"As long as Bai Sha can increase its quantity, it will be fine. Otherwise, its power will be limited with that little quantity. 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: "Can it only be eaten by bones?"

Wang Cong waved his hand casually, and the white sand moved in response, like a strong wind sweeping past. The coffee table was instantly shattered, and the fine dregs fell to the ground.

Wang Cong responded in a deep voice: "It should only grow by eating bones."

Feng Mu nodded and seemed to understand: "That's right. After all, ashes are the product of burning bones."

He asked with concern: "You don't think that letting Baisha eat other people's bones to grow will pollute your parents, do you?"

Wang Cong felt warm in his heart when he felt Feng Mu's delicate care for him.

He shook his head, with a firm expression, and said slowly: "No. My parents were very thin when they were alive. Now that they can gain weight through supplementation in this way, I am not happy enough."

Feng Mu was originally worried that Wang Cong would feel uncomfortable and felt that doing so would soil the ashes of his parents. Seeing that he could think of it on his own, he no longer bothered to talk about the first, second, third, and third things he had already prepared. Four or five words of comfort.

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

Wang Cong used his mind to control it, and the third vertical pupil on his head merged silently into the skull, and was covered by the healed skin.

This ability to control the flesh and blood of the body more flexibly than a living person is the instinct of the evil corpse.

If you think about it carefully, this phenomenon is actually quite intriguing - dead bodies are more flexible than living people?

Feng Mu continued to ask: "Can Bai Sha be completely controlled?"

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

"When attacking, Shirasa can act exactly as I want, but when defending, it can react faster than I can."

"Semi-automatic!" Feng Mu came 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 and transcend 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 as if there really was a soul, feeling the pure kindness in his heart.

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

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong with a deep look and said seriously,

"Captain Wang Cong, please tap into this power. I believe that in the near future, I will be able to see you ride the sand and break the waves and rise to the top."

Feng Mu was not exaggerating. He really could vaguely 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 on your back at all times to hold your parents' ashes so as not to scare others."

Wang Cong's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if Feng Mu's suggestion had touched his soul. He nodded heavily, and just in time, 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, built to amuse him. It was one of the few toys he remembered from his childhood.

"As long as the tumbler is hollowed out and tied with a rope, it will be just right!" Wang Cong thought to himself.

For some reason, Wang Cong suddenly felt that after living for more than twenty years, everything seemed to be a preparation for today, and everything was the best result arranged by fate.

After helping Wang Cong complete the preliminary test of his abilities, Feng Mu had a rough idea of ​​Wang Cong's strength.

"From the perspective of strength and agility alone, the improvement may not be particularly huge, but his corpse-like physique gives him a certain degree of immortality, and his blood volume is very high. In a head-on confrontation, he may not be weaker than some fourth-level warriors with a special discipline."

"But if he adds the ability to control sand, it is very likely that most fourth-level warriors can be easily killed, and if he is caught off guard, even if he faces a fifth-level warrior, Wang Cong may not be without the ability to fight."

"In other words, at the current stage of the Second Prison, if he does not care about the consequences and does not bear the laser channel with his body, Wang Cong may kill the Second Prison and use everyone's bones to commemorate his parents."

Feng Mu was calculating in his heart. Of course, this method of use is a one-time abandoned method. Feng Mu has a more stable way to control the Second Prison, so he will not be so crazy.

Compared with the strength shown by Wang Cong at this moment, he is more looking forward to the day when Wang Cong's potential is fully tapped and realized.

Feng Mu unplugged the charging cable. Just now, while Wang Cong was asleep, he was very considerate to charge Wang Cong's mobile phone. Now it can be turned on again.

The mobile phone that threw 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 mobile 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 be so vindictive, Captain Wang Cong. For those who are treacherous, we must learn to use deeper love to influence them little by little."

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