Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 577 Sand-bound Coffin? ! !
run!
Keep running!

Perhaps stimulated by the fear of death, Wang Cong, carrying the gourd on his back, ran faster and faster, and ran deeper and deeper.

The evil spirit is afraid of death? This may be the coldest joke of the century.

Time becomes blurred in the rush, one minute, two minutes, five minutes...
Wang Cong was bitten by two pustules on his back and neck. They were the size of fists, black and purple, and emitted a foul odor.

"Om-"

The bone-eating fly failed to bite Wang Cong's eye socket twice, and it flapped its wings angrily to speed up, making a tricky arc in the air and suddenly attacked from the front!
In Wang Cong’s widened pupils, the cold poison needle was reflected, piercing straight into his eyeball.

Wang Cong suddenly covered his face, fell forward, his head hit the ground, and fell into the weeds. The stopper of the gourd behind him was knocked open, and snow-white fine sand poured out and spread all over the ground.

"Are you finally unable to run anymore? Oh, I haven't had enough fun yet."

The man with inverted triangular eyes stepped on the white sand on the ground, and leaned over with interest to pick up a handful of gravel with his hand and gently rubbed it between his fingertips.

"Is this ashes? Could it be that the ashes in your gourd are your parents' ashes?"

The man with the inverted triangle eyes showed a look of surprise on his face and laughed loudly.
"You ran away carrying your parents' ashes? If you had gotten rid of this burden earlier, maybe you could have run farther and escaped to the heavens. Hahahaha... You are such a filial son!"

I originally thought it was just boiled white meat, but now it seems not so bland and has some flavor.

Wang Cong was lying on the ground, his body twitching, and the gourd on his back was shaking with it, and more ashes and fine sand were shaken out and landed on the shoe of the man with inverted triangle eyes.

"Huh? There are so many ashes, not only from parents but also brothers and sisters. Is your family so prosperous?"

The man with the inverted triangle eyes stopped and realized something was wrong, looking a little suspicious.

The gourd suddenly stopped shaking, and a muffled response came from below.

"I don't have any brothers or sisters. There are only me and my parents at home. I carried the gourd with me when I ran away because my parents will never be a burden and they will always protect me."

The man with inverted triangle eyes felt his heart tighten suddenly, and saw Wang Cong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turn over with his face facing upwards.

He removed his hands that were covering his eyes, revealing a pair of sinister eyeballs.

No, there were three, and one of them had a faint vertical crack between the eyebrows, staring straight at him.

"What about the bone-eating flies?"

The man with the inverted triangle eyes moved his gaze, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw that in the latter's open palm, a bone-eating fly was motionlessly wrapped tightly by a layer of wriggling white sand.

The smile on the face of the man with the inverted triangle eyes froze. He reacted and wanted to retreat, but was shocked to find that his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Countless fine white sands were silently climbing up his legs and had already climbed over his knees.

Wang Cong changed from lying prone to lying down, covering the bone-eating fly with one hand and pointing the other hand at the man with inverted triangle eyes. The third eye between his eyebrows was glowing with a strange black light:
"You let me run, now it's your turn... But I don't plan to race with you, I just want you to be unable to move a step."

"What a joke!"

The man with the inverted triangle eyes was terrified and screamed as all the energy and blood in his body burst out. His leg muscles swelled instantly and tore his trouser legs.

But the more frantically he struggled, the tighter the fine sand wrapped around his legs, making a "crunching" sound like a metal noose.

What was even worse was that as he struggled, the ground beneath his feet softened and sank without him noticing.

The white sand sank into the ground like glue mixed into the soil, rolling up mud that was several times its own volume, merging and rolling into a sticky mud that gurgled and pulled people down.

The more a man with inverted triangle eyes struggles, the faster he sinks.

In the blink of an eye, his waist and below had sunk into the quagmire. His face was grim and he was extremely unwilling to accept it. He felt a sense of frustration that he had all the strength but nowhere to borrow it. "I just came out to have some fun, but I ended up becoming someone else's meal?"

The man with inverted triangle eyes looked down and saw hundreds of mud hands extending out from the swamp, each of which grabbed hold of him tightly and pulled him down.

He could see the white sand wrapped in those muddy hands, and suddenly an epiphany emerged in his mind:
"I see. The gourd contains not only his parents' ashes, but also... my own ashes soon?!!"

Wang Cong clasped his palms together and made a "X" shape, answering the triangle-eyed man's dying question.

He said in a gloomy voice:
"Sand-bound coffin!"

In an instant, hundreds of clay hands hugged the man, circling around him, solidifying into a clay coffin, on which a solidified face was reflected.

Then he quickly sank into the quagmire, as if being dragged into an endless abyss.

Wang Cong staggered to his feet, glanced around vigilantly with his three eyes, and then looked into the distance.

No security members were seen chasing after them, nor were any accomplices of the attacker seen catching up.

Wang Cong didn't know what the battle situation was like over there, and he had no intention of going back to help. He was just a prison warden with mediocre fighting skills.

Why go back? Won't that just cause trouble?

Time has been wasted, he has to hurry back to the prison and make a midnight snack for Feng Mu.

Wang Cong casually wiped the back of his neck and back, and used his fingertips to pull out the two purple-black pustules, tearing off some flesh along with them.

The sting of the bone-eating fly is extremely poisonous, but that is only for humans. He is a corpse and is naturally immune to all poisons.

In the time it took to throw the two pustules on the ground and crush them, the torn flesh had already grown back into new flesh.

Wang Cong looked down at the bone-eating fly in his palm. The little thing seemed to have sensed the death of its original owner, and fear and begging were revealed in its scarlet compound eyes.

"You like to eat bones too? Hehe——"

Wang Cong thought for a moment and threw the bone-eating fly into the gourd, with a filial smile on his face.
"My parents always wanted to have a pet when they were alive but they couldn't. It just so happens that you can be a companion for my parents."

He knelt on one knee and pressed his palms into the wet soil.

The ground suddenly shook, and countless white sands surged out from the ground, swirling around and being swallowed back into the gourd by the whale.

Naturally, there is also the inverted triangle eye.

There was a buzzing sound of flapping wings in the gourd, but it calmed down in two seconds. I guess it was completely subdued by its parents.

In fact, if he hadn't been pressuring his parents, the bone-eating fly would never have bitten him.

Parental love is an absolute defense that a mere bone-eating fly cannot possibly break through.

Wang Cong actually didn't know if he could be a match for the man with inverted triangle eyes if they really fought head-on, but he thought that even if he could win, it wouldn't be as easy and effortless as it was now.

In a head-on confrontation, it is easier than pretending to be dead and launching a sneak attack.

This is also what he learned from Feng Mu. Although Feng Mu did not teach him how to fight, he taught him how to use his brain more.

"Killing is not the goal, killing is just a means, as long as we can kill them!"

Wang Cong took one last look at the battlefield, turned around and disappeared into the night, leaving behind only the dead leaves corroded by pus that were still steaming...
(End of this chapter)