I thought about it, and eventually, I hit my head with the scabbard. 『(8)(一)┡ 中┡文网 .『 ８⒈

After a soft thud, I was once again in a state of trying to remember.

However, I still didn't think of anything.

smiled self-deprecatingly: Yes, people drink it as a stick, and I drink it as a sheath, can it be the same!

I had just taken six or seven steps when I heard a soft sound behind me, like the sound of sand and gravel rolling.

"Weird?" I drew my knife alertly, turned around sharply, and almost peeed when I looked.

me, this is a hairy thing?

With a loud shout, my whole body jumped out more than two meters away, and the slashing knife shook in my hand, and I almost threw it out as a flying knife.

In front of me, less than two meters apart, a ...... No, maybe a bunch would be more appropriate.

It was a pile of rotten flesh, a gray patch, vaguely visible in human form, but there was nothing that no one should have.

Occasionally, a cloudy liquid dripped down the blurred face, smashing onto the arm made of a mass of flesh and blood, making a disgusting chirp.

Its body was also made up of pieces of carrion, about the left rib, and there was a piece of carrion hanging there, constantly swaying, and on the edge of the carrion, there was a small piece of skin-like thing, and there were several hairs half an inch long on it.

Please forgive me for not being able to tell if it's human hair or some other animal's, because it's disgusting and disgusting.

The flesh and blood thing stood across from me, staring at me for a long time with two lumps of rotten flesh shaped like eyes, and then, out of nowhere, there was a disgusting grunt, as if someone was gagging.

After a few sounds, it stepped forward and moved.

It may be disgusting, but this monster is heavy and not fast, but it always gives me a sense of unease.

I took two steps back, and the Matai knife was already standing horizontally in front of my chest, and I subconsciously said to myself: "This thing is simply piled up with carrion...... Puppet? ”

I was stunned, and countless images flashed through my mind like a marquee, however, in less than a second, the pictures stopped.

There are no pictures on the screen, but there are a lot of words, and the top few big characters are: carrion puppet.

That's right, I remember, the fourteenth layer monster is the carrion golem.

I remember that the adventurer's handbook describes it like this: a monster made of a pile of rotten flesh, unpleasant, average damage, but with strong toxin contagion, once the wound is touched by them, it is easy to infect, suppurate, ulcerate and other phenomena.

twitched the corners of my mouth, staring at the carrion puppet in front of me very unfriendly, and my heart trembled: I'll strangle it, this is simply a moving weapon!

Seeing that the carrion puppet was approaching, I hesitated: should I cut it or hide it?

Looking at its composition, it is undoubtedly unbearable to be cut by me, however, the stench of carrion on its body, and the inexplicable toxin on it, make me very jealous.

What if the knife is stained with a lingering stench?

What if the toxins on its body reside on the blade and spread out after I leave the dungeon?

But if I don't cut it, how can I have the courage to cut down a carrion golem?

God knows how many flesh-rotting puppets will roam around this long tunnel.

In this dilemma, I couldn't find the right answer.

In the midst of the trouble, I felt faintly upset and irritable.

Less than a foot away, the carrion golem struck me with its first attack, slamming its arm-shaped pillars of flesh into the top of my head.

I ducked to the side and dodged.

The blow was missed.

The flesh golem turned back to its body, faced me again, shook its rotten flesh, and pounced again.

"Damn, it's not over yet!" I screamed angrily, but the knife in my hand still refused to cut off.

I really don't want to get caught in those foul smells.

Several times in a row, the carrion golem didn't hit me, but some fishy liquid splashed down its flailing arm.

It's slippery and greasy, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Damn it!

I raised my eyebrows and glared angrily, but finally, I made up my mind, and slashed the mattai knife in my hand, and slashed down.

Burst.

There was a muffled sound, as if it had been split into the group, and with a little force, it slashed downward, like a knife cutting tofu, unloading most of its body.

With a bang, half of the body that had been cut off fell to the ground, splashing a lot of gravy.

I hurriedly jumped out of the way, lest I avoid it.

Just as I was standing still, there was another muffled sound behind me.

Turning his head, he saw another carrion puppet shaking with gravy and a foul smell.

This time, I took the initiative to attack, and in two or three steps I came to its body, and with a swing of my sword, I slashed half of its body to the ground.

After cutting it, I raised the knife horizontally, looked at the surface of the knife closely, and couldn't help but grin at the surface of the knife, a faint layer of grease hung on the surface of the knife, emitting a pungent stench.

"It's disgusting!" I silently complained in my heart: "I don't know if this thing can be erased, in case it ......"

As he was thinking, in the afterglow, a black mass was wriggling.

I subconsciously jumped around and looked around, but saw that the carrion puppet that had been cut in two by me before was like two sluggs, wriggling together, and slowly glued together in the position where it was cut.

After a few breaths, the carrion puppet, with the stench of its whole body and scattered pieces of minced meat, staggered up again.

I wiped it, and it didn't even die!

I wrinkled my eyebrows, and two thoughts flew through my mind at the same time: this thing was either immortal, or it was similar to the stone shell monster I had encountered before, with a core!

In contrast, I would prefer it to be immortal so that I don't have to force myself to kill it.

As long as you dodge carefully, even if they line up in a guard of honor to attack me, they won't be able to touch a single hair of me.

Before the newly healed carrion golem could make any moves, I swung my knife and slashed its body, turning its body into two pieces again.

From the disconnected level, I didn't see anything I expected except for the carrion that was brushed on both sides.

I don't believe in evil, and I continue to swing my sword and slash.

The cold light of the slashing knife shone with a series of puff and puff sounds, chopping the rotten flesh and splashing the juice, and in a short time, dozens of drops of fishy and slippery juice burst out on my pants and body.

Even though it had been cut beyond recognition, the mass of carrion in front of me still wriggled, and even in the interval between I swung the knife, the rotting flesh sprouts still stretched out and squirmed towards another piece of minced flesh.