Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

After that huge hand groped around me, it stirred up a lot of dust and was about to touch me, but at that moment, a mosquito suddenly flew over and stuck into the hand.

what……

With a sharp, painful roar, the hand was immediately pulled outwards.

Then there was a loud crashing sound outside, probably because the person bumped into something in their haste.

I finally escaped death. The feeling of being free from death gave me a sense of rebirth. Lying on the ground, I completely forgot that I was still injured.

Just as I was enjoying the moment, a few mosquitoes flew to my side and looked at me curiously.

They looked at me like I was a monster, like they'd never seen a fly before. Their stares made my skin crawl. What did they mean? Were these mosquitoes going to eat me? Surely not? Aren't mosquitoes supposed to only suck blood? What does it mean they're starting to eat flies?

I felt both nervous and scared. Had I just escaped one tiger's den only to fall into another? Could I be that unlucky?

Just when I was almost in despair, a mosquito flew in. The writing on it was different from that of other mosquitoes, which were gray and didn't look special.

But this mosquito is different. It actually has patterns on its body. Not only does it have patterns, but it is also particularly large, at least twice the size of a normal mosquito. Could it be that it sucked too much blood earlier?

As soon as that mosquito arrived, the other mosquitoes immediately moved aside. That mosquito walked towards me like a king, looking at me casually.

He looked me up and down, then asked, "You're not a local fly, are you?"

Holy crap, are there differences between local and out-of-town flies? How can you tell? They all look pretty much the same to me. Is it from their accents? But I didn't say anything!

I was feeling quite annoyed, wondering how they could tell I was an out-of-towner. Then Wang spoke up again: "You shouldn't have come here."

"Damn, isn't that obvious? Who wants to be in that dark, gloomy place under the counter? I was beaten up and brought here, not here because I wanted to."

I was really frustrated and wanted to say something, but even the slightest movement was incredibly painful, and I didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Do you know how dangerous this place is? You really shouldn't have come," Mosquito said in a condescending tone.

Damn, isn't that obvious? Everyone knows it's dangerous here. Do you think I like coming here? I'm here on a mission. If I didn't have a mission, I wouldn't come even if you killed me.

Seeing that I still didn't speak, the mosquito seemed a little angry and said to me, "Since you won't speak, then I won't say anything more. I'll just use you as a sacrifice."

As soon as Wang finished speaking, several mosquitoes came over and lifted me up, walking me towards the corner. As they slowly walked over, I saw a huge centipede in the corner under the counter.

Holy crap, this is going to rip me off! Is that damn employee an idiot? Instead of removing that huge centipede under the counter, he was just swatting flies out of boredom. Why didn't his boss fire him? What kind of hygiene is this?

I've practically cursed the entire family of that shop assistant, and of course, I've also cursed the families of these mosquitoes.

But my greetings were clearly useless. The mosquitoes still carried me to the centipede and threw me right in front of it.

"We've found some food today, please enjoy it," the Mosquito King said very cautiously.

Then the centipede appeared in front of me like a wild beast, looking at me with greedy eyes, and then opened its blood-red mouth to rush towards me.

I'm doomed, I'm going to die. Am I really going to die like this? I closed my eyes as if resigned to my fate.

But I only felt a slight dampness on my body. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw the centipede licking my body with its tongue, saying with great enjoyment, "So delicious."

Delicious my ass...

I really cried this time. I never imagined I'd be eaten by a centipede. I've never heard of centipedes eating flies. Did this centipede change its taste?

"Why aren't you scared? Why aren't you running away or making a sound? Aren't you afraid of dying?" The centipede looked at me with great curiosity, and its tongue couldn't help but lick my body again.

I was absolutely disgusted. I only found out today that centipedes, besides having many legs, also have tongues.

As time passed, I slowly began to be able to move my hands and feet again. I just hoped that this damn centipede would talk a lot more and give me time to recover my strength.

"You know what? I love eating flies that are nervous and begging for mercy, because they're chewier that way." The centipede looked at me smugly, and then licked me again as it spoke.

Seriously, can't you just talk and not get physical? Can't you at least respect my feelings? I'm about to cry, what's going on here?

But it wasn't all bad. As he talked nonsense, my body slowly regained sensation. If I waited just a little longer, I would be able to break through the encirclement and fly away.

But for some reason, my luck kept dropping. Just as I was praying that the centipede would spout more nonsense, it suddenly bit me.

Just when I was about to die in the centipede's mouth, a large amount of water mist suddenly sprayed in from the crack.

The moment the water splashed in, I knew something was wrong—it was insecticide! I immediately held my breath, but the mosquitoes didn't seem to know anything about holding their breath; they immediately started falling to the ground one by one.

Because of this sudden situation, I immediately crawled outside, and the centipede cried out anxiously, "Don't run away!"

But as soon as it opened its mouth, a large amount of insecticide entered the centipede's mouth, and instantly the centipede began to roll around on the ground in a frantic manner.

I didn't care about the centipede's current state at all; all I wanted to do was rush out. No matter what, I had to get out alive first.

As I slowly crawled out, a large number of mosquitoes had already kicked their legs and died on the ground.

Meanwhile, the shop assistant outside was spraying insecticide into the store while angrily shouting, "Damn mosquitoes, how dare they bite me! I'll poison you all!"