Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 593 - 577: Sand Coffin?!!

Run!

Keep running!

Possibly triggered by the stimulus of death, Wang Cong, carrying the gourd, ran faster and deeper.

Calamity Corpses afraid of death? That might be the coldest joke of the century.

Time blurred as he sprinted, a minute, two minutes, five minutes...

Wang Cong was stung on his back and neck with two boils, fist-sized, black and purple, exuding a rotten stench.

"Buzz——"

The Bone-eating Fly failed twice to sting Wang Cong’s eye sockets, angrily fluttering its wings to accelerate, drawing a cunning arc in mid-air, and suddenly attacking head-on!

In Wang Cong’s widened pupils, a cold poison needle was reflected, aiming straight for his eyeball.

Wang Cong suddenly covered his face, fell forward, his head hitting the ground, plunging into the weeds, the stopper of the gourd on his back was knocked open, and fine white sand poured out instantly, scattering all over the ground.

"Finally can’t run anymore? Alas, I haven’t had enough fun yet."

The man with inverted triangle eyes stepped over the white sand on the ground, interest piqued, bent down to pick up a pinch of sand, and gently rubbed it between his thumb and index finger.

"Is this ash? Could it be that what your gourd contains is your parents’ ashes?"

The inverted triangle-eyed man showed an expression of surprise, laughing loudly,

"You’re escaping with your parents’ ashes? If you’d thrown away this burden earlier, maybe you could’ve run farther, escaped alive, haha... You’re such a dutiful son!"

Originally thought it was a simple boiled meat dish, but now it seems, there’s a bit of flavor after all.

Wang Cong lay on the ground, body twitching, causing the gourd on his back to shake as well, spilling out more ashes and sand, landing on the shoes of the man with inverted triangle eyes.

"Huh? So much ash, not just parents, but also other siblings, is your family really that big?"

The inverted triangle-eyed man stopped, sensing something amiss, his expression slightly suspicious.

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

"I have no siblings, it’s just me and my parents in the family, I carry the gourd because parents are never a burden, they’ll always protect me."

The inverted triangle-eyed man’s heart suddenly tightened, seeing Wang Cong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly flip over, face-up.

He moved his hand away from covering his eyes, revealing a pair of grim eyes.

No, there were three, another one was faintly splitting open in a vertical line at his brow, staring straight at him.

"Where’s the Bone-eating Fly?"

The inverted triangle-eyed man shifted his gaze, pupils suddenly contracting, seeing in the upturned palm of the other, the Bone-eating Fly was wrapped tightly by a layer of writhing white sand, motionless.

The smile on the inverted triangle-eyed man’s face froze, he realized and tried to retreat but was shocked to find his legs heavy as if filled with lead.

Countless fine white sands were silently climbing up his legs, already past his knees.

Wang Cong transitioned from lying face down to lying on his back, one hand covering the Bone-eating Fly, the other hand extended toward the inverted triangle-eyed man, the third eye at his brow emitting an eerie black light:

"You made me run, now it’s your turn... but I don’t intend to race you, I just want you immobile."

"What a joke!"

The inverted triangle-eyed man was terrified beyond belief, roaring as he erupted with all his strength, the muscles in his legs instantly swelling and tearing his trousers.

But the more frantically he struggled, the tighter the fine sand wrapped his legs, emitting a metallic grinding "creak".

Worse yet, with his struggles, the ground beneath him had already unknowingly softened and sunk.

The white sand submerged into the ground, like glue mixed into the soil, stirring up far more than itself in sand and dirt, merging and rolling to form a thick mud, bubbling and pulling him downwards.

The more the inverted triangle-eyed man struggled, the faster he sank.

In a breath, he was waist-deep in the mire, his face twisted with unwillingness, a sense of having strength with nowhere to apply it.

"Just came out for a snack and a laugh, and I end up as someone else’s dish?"

The inverted triangle eyes looked down at the hundreds of mud hands extending from the mire, each one clutching him tightly, dragging him down.

He could see the white sand intertwined in those mud hands, suddenly realizing:

"I get it, the gourd contains not only his parents’ ashes but... soon it will also have mine?!!"

Wang Cong closed his hands together in a fist, answering the final question of the inverted triangle-eyed man.

He spoke ominously:

"Sand Coffin!"

Instantaneously, hundreds of mud hands enveloped the man, circling around, solidifying into a mud coffin, a frozen face reflected on it.

And then it swiftly sank into the mire, as if pulled into an endless abyss.

Wang Cong staggered up from the ground, his three eyes alertly scanning the surroundings, then looking into the distance.

No security personnel chasing, nor any accomplice of the attacker pursuing.

Wang Cong didn’t know how the battle was going over there, nor did he have any intention of going back to help, he’s just an average strength Prison Chief.

Why go back, not to create more trouble?

He had already delayed, he must hurry back to the prison to make late-night snacks for Feng Mu.

Wang Cong casually wiped the back of his neck and back, exerting force with his fingertips to directly rip off two purplish-black boils, tearing away some flesh as well.

The Bone-eating Fly’s poison needle is highly toxic, but that’s for humans. He, as a Calamity Corpses, is naturally immune to all poisons.

Casually stomping the boils he threw on the ground, the torn flesh already regenerated new skin.

Wang Cong looked at the Bone-eating Fly in his hand, the little creature seemed to sense the death of its original owner, terror and pleading in its blood-red compound eyes.

"You like eating bones too? Hehe——"

Wang Cong thought for a moment and tossed the Bone-eating Fly into the gourd, a sincere filial smile appeared on his face,

"My parents always wanted a pet they never got, you can be company for them."

He knelt on one knee, pressing both palms onto the moist soil.

The ground trembled instantly, countless white sand surged from underground, spinning back into the gourd.

Of course, part of it was from the inverted triangle-eyed man as well.

The gourd emitted a buzzing wing sound but settled down within seconds, seemingly tamed by his parents.

In fact, if he hadn’t suppressed his parents, the Bone-eating Fly wouldn’t even have stung him.

Parental love is absolute defense, mere Bone-eating Fly can’t penetrate that.

Wang Cong wasn’t sure if in a direct confrontation he could beat the inverted triangle-eyed man, but figured even if he could win, it wouldn’t be as easy and effortless as now.

A frontal battle is nowhere near as convenient as playing dead and attacking.

This was something he learned from Feng Mu, although Feng Mu never taught him how to fight, he taught him to think more.

"Killing isn’t the goal, it’s the means, killing is enough!"

Wang Cong glanced once more at the battlefield’s direction, turned and disappeared into the night, leaving only the leaves corroded by pus still steaming...;