Kemon didn't touch it, as usual, he moved out of the big-faced cat first and watched a wave.

Strange knowledge has increased!

"Petrified Stone"

"When the surface of the physiological skin touches it, the surface of the skin automatically generates stony skin."

"Side effects: The stony skin gradually proliferates all over the body, and the mind gradually dulls."

"After the contact is stopped, the stony skin remains for a day or two, and the residual time depends on the individual's metabolic ability."

After reading its message, Kemon finally knew what a petrified stone was.

To put it simply, it is to add a layer of stone skin to strengthen the ability to defend, but at the cost of becoming sluggish.

Kemon thought about it, so he tried it himself.

Tapping the surface of the stone with just your finger, stony skin immediately appeared on your fingers.

The surging resistance power in the body is fighting the power of petrification, but this thing doesn't fade so easily.

The items sacrificed by the player believers in this issue are items in the level 100 area, and Kemon's resistance power is not the same, which can instantly eliminate the negative impact, and the skin on the fingers is still petrified.

Letting go of his fingers, Kemon pinched the skin of the stone with the other one, and the texture of the stone was very obvious.

As for thinking, he didn't feel anything, maybe his thinking was dull, but Kemon couldn't detect it.

There was nothing wrong with Kemon's spiritual feelings, so he ignored it for the time being.

Put the stone in a storage scarf that can later be used as an insulation generator.

Speaking of which, I haven't been too busy lately and haven't had time to shoot videos.

When Kemon comes into contact with the petrified stone, he realizes that he doesn't have enough resistance.

In the game, the max level is 999.

And Cthulhu's resistance is 100 million, astronomical.

Kemon will not directly benchmark the data with the evil god Cthulhu, that is unrealistic, Cthulhu is a god-level person, not a height that can be reached in a moment and a half.

Kemeng patted the white sugar, "You say, what's the best thing to shoot in the new video?" ”

As an authentic sand sculpture netizen, when the white sugar snorted, his head almost jumped with an exclamation point, and his body stayed in place.

White Sugar's eyes rolled rapidly, and the evil god asked it himself, and if he couldn't answer, the consequences would ...... I'm afraid it's serious.

White sugar shook her body, and the yellow sand shook from the cracks in her feathers.

It barked several times and made a simple suggestion.

You can film the tape recorder that eats meat and feed it unspeakable food.

Hearing this, Kemon showed a slightly surprised expression.

This small sand sculpture can be taught.

How did such an idea come up, was it those sand sculpture netizens, or was it its original idea.

"Not a bad idea." Kemeng commented with a smile, which made Bai Sucrose's heart pound with excitement, soaring to the target of 250 beats per minute.

The meat-loving tape recorder is currently in the Octopus Bureau, and if Kemon wants to take a video with it, he has to go to the Investigation Bureau to lie down.

Just as a new wave of patients arrived at the Investigation Bureau, Kemon had breakfast and rushed directly to the local Investigation Bureau.

In the Investigation Bureau, the chapter bureau has gone back to rest and has not yet gone to work.

Director Lei was present, he was an escort who came from Whale City, because Director Wu felt that if he put Kemeng in Octopus Market, he would be abducted and sold by Lao Zhang, so Director Lei kept an eye on it, so he didn't want to be poached by his own family.

"You're going to feed that tape recorder meat?"

Director Lei listened to Kemeng's request and couldn't cry or laugh.

However, Kemon's opinion is not unreasonable, and now the meat-loving tape recorder is getting more and more excessive, eating more and more meat, and the meat of the two carts can no longer satisfy its appetite.

In the past, the Investigation Bureau was not so diligent in feeding, and when it was not needed, it ate ashes directly in the storage room, pressed the bottom of the box, and no one cared about it.

This time, every hour, a staff member sent a big fish to it to eat, and the tape recorder was already eating, eating, and floating, thinking that the investigation bureau could not do without its recording function.

Kemeng and Director Lei came to the suppression treatment site together, and as soon as they walked in the door, they heard the shouts of the tape recorder: "Meat, meat, I want meat!" ”

The tape recorder's mouth is not large, and due to the size of the machine, its mouth is not large, but its appetite is getting more and more excessive, and it eats bites of meat.

Trolleys entered the room to provide meat for the tape recorders.

The price of pork has risen in the country, and for the time being, there is no special item for the automatic production of pork.

Even if there is an item for the automatic breeding of pigs, the price may be exchanged from another place, and it is difficult to say whether it is gained or lost.

After the tape recorder finished eating the meat and released the inaudible frog sound to the patients, the tape recorder began to open its mouth and shout for meat.

Kemon moved out a black cauldron, the pot itself has no special temperament, it looks unpretentious and has no bright spots.

The new pork arrives in the treatment room, and Kemon lifts the lid of the pot, puts all the meat into the black pot, and closes the lid.

Buzz rumble.

It's like the sound of a drum washing machine, ringing in my ears.

The tape recorder continued to shout meat, not knowing what would happen next.

As the black cauldron vibrates, an enticing fragrance comes out of the lid.

This scent is not a real scent, but a smell of Kemon's own spirituality, similar to the sense of smell on synaesthesia, illusory and misty.

Even Kemon felt fragrant, not to mention the greedy carnivorous tape recorder, and his mouth was opened to the maximum extent that the surface of the machine could be opened.

"Meat, meat, meat—"

Its voice is full of greed and gluttonous desire, endless, as if there is no end.

Not knowing if it had a sense of smell or something, Kemon gently lifted the tape recorder, lifted the lid of the black pot, and threw the recorder into the indescribable black pot.

The tape recorder's mouth was wide open, and his heart was very expectant, and at that moment, the man's thrust pushed it into the pot.

It was full of joy that there was such a good person in this world, and he sent it directly to the pot to eat, instead of feeding it piece by piece.

To be honest, it prefers to eat on its own, but its body can't move, so it can only be helped by others.

Entering the dark and indescribable pot, the tape recorder had a slight hesitation in his heart, and it didn't feel good.

But greed and gluttony rage in the heart, and the tape recorder is desperate to eat the meat in his mouth first.

After a quick chew on two bites, the tape recorder's mouth suddenly stopped.

A strange, disgusting smell rises from the body of the tape recorder, swirls, and sublimates again, making the tape recorder feel even more disgusting.

The tape recorder had never eaten anything so disgusting, and vomited in front of Kemon, all in the pot.

It was a strange ingredient, indescribable, jet-black, twisted around like tentacles, and with strange eyes.

The tape recorder was surrounded by a strange pile of food, and they didn't eat the tape recorder, just moving their tentacles so quietly that the tape recorder was viscerally disgusting.

"Don't eat, don't eat, I won't eat!"

After a few seconds, the tape recorder finally couldn't stand it anymore and let out a soul roar.