The zombie's black blood should not be poisonous, but when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black in front of him, and those suffocating things blocked his nostrils several times, and he didn't need to guess that he knew that it was the monster that wrapped him tightly with its tentacles.

The monster's tentacles seemed to be secreting some liquid, and the smell of that liquid was sour.

Fang Wuhan struggled in the "cocoon" composed of tentacles, and these tentacles did not entangle him like other monsters after "swallowing" him, but surrounded him very loosely, letting him struggle, hitting him one by one had no effect, as if hitting a ball of soft cotton.

His legs were also wrapped around the tentacles, and he felt them carry him up like a wriggling esophagus, and he couldn't do anything in this suffocating environment.

Whenever he stabbed around with the Arbiter's fist, there were always tentacles that pulled his arm apart like a large and powerful hand, and then continued to carry him upward.

It wasn't until his head hit a sharp object in that slowly rising sensation that he shrank his head sharply, and the arbiter struck an uppercut as he ejected the blade, and the monster roared and spat him out, throwing him straight out from a few meters to be exact.

He fell to the hard concrete floor, his elbow to the ground, and it was inevitable that the skin would bleed, but he was afraid that the wound would become inflamed and infected by the mucus on his body, or that there would be some other more serious reaction......

When the monster spat him out, the "cocoon" of those tentacles cracked a crack, and with the help of a glimmer of light from outside, he saw that at the end of the monster's tentacles was a mouth full of large and small teeth!

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have sent his head directly into the monster's mouth......

He was scared into a cold sweat, and his body still hurt from falling, but now the monster was walking towards him step by step, and the tentacles of the monster were also stretched out towards him from all directions, like snakes dancing fiercely in the air.

But what Fang Wuhan never expected was that he had already ejected the arbiter's fist blade, and when he was about to fight, two tentacles unconsciously stretched out from behind to his feet, directly lifting him upside down, and slowly handing him over in the direction of that mouth......

Fang Wuhan was completely passive in the state of air control, he used the arbiter's half-meter-long claws to cut off the two tentacles that were grabbing him, and before his body could fall, two more tentacles below reached out and grabbed him, and at this time he had already arrived next to the monster, and a hideous and terrifying smile appeared on the monster's humanoid head.

He tried to raise his hand again to cut off the two tentacles that bound him, but it was too late, the other tentacles of the monster grabbed his arm and hand, so that he couldn't reach the button that popped out the fist blade, if he popped the fist blade now, he could just stab all six fist blades into the monster's body, but both hands were barely within reach.

His hand had reached into the monster's large basin-sized mouth, and the fangs inside began to bite at everything that came into its mouth, and it bit into the armguard of the arbiter, it felt like an iron glove was in a meat grinder, and he could feel the acid still secreting from the monster's mouth, and his hand was in sharp pain in that environment.

He screamed, kicking the monster with his feet as hard as he could, but he didn't have any fulcrum in the air, and even kicking the monster's body didn't do any real damage.

His hand seemed to be in a raging flame, and the sharp pain paralyzed his nerves, sometimes as if he had been doused with boiling water, sometimes as if he had been frozen in ice water for several days, but the only thing that could not be concealed was the terrible pain.

While the monster devoured his hand, the tentacles below were still supporting his body and sending him up, and the monster ate him, probably as simple as a human eating an ice cream......

He really felt the ten fingers in his heart now, the pain from his hands seemed to destroy his nervous system, and his screams might be the serenade of this monster, and the monster man still had that hideous smile on his body.

I don't know what else is in the monster's mouth, he feels a large amount of things injected into his body from his hand, like a large basin of cold water injected into his whole body from the blood vessels in his hand, and he was instantly knocked unconscious by the impact, but the pain was so strong that he couldn't faint, and he could only watch the monster put his arm into his mouth.

Could it be that his hands have been corroded by acid?

The chill filled his body with his hand as a starting point, and he didn't know if it was a phantom limb phenomenon or something, but he felt the presence of his hand again, and he tried to shake his hand, which was indeed a real daring.

In the next second, a stormy air pressure burst out of the monster's body, and he was directly ejected like a bullet, and fell to the ground again.

His elbow still hurt so much, he used the wound last time to bear the impact this time, and the pain in his hand had been suppressed by that coldness, as if he had put his hand into holy water.

After escaping from the "tiger's mouth", the entire arbiter emitted a golden light several times brighter than before, and a wheal visible to the naked eye surrounded his hands, like two miniature versions of the hair pipes.

The human part of the monster has been destroyed by the sudden explosion just now, and only the huge octopus part remains, and the head of the octopus is intact, and the head of the human body has not been destroyed, and the monster is not dead.

The monster's body was connected to an octopus by a spine-like part, and a large amount of black blood flowed out of the body, turning the huge monster black.

Fang Wuhan subconsciously took two steps back, for some reason, his phantom limb-like feeling still hadn't faded, he looked at his hands with the help of the light emitted by the arbiter, and it was still in its original position, as if it had not been bitten by a monster.

His "phantom limb" feeling was so real, as if he had one of those tentacles.

The monster walked towards him step by step with its "five-meter long legs", because the phantom limb sensation was too strong, he pressed the button to eject the fist blade, and a visible air flow shot out of his hand.

The monster stretched out its tentacles towards him, and he sat directly on the ground and waved towards the tentacles, and a visible white giant claw-like thing appeared out of thin air, directly pinching the monster in his hand; The monster's tentacles didn't even touch him.

The "phantom limb sensation" was not an illusion, he could feel the real touch brought to him by the giant white claws made of hurricanes; You can also feel the giant claws tearing the emaciated squid monster apart......

As if playing with marionettes, he sat on the ground, raised his hands on the spot, and manipulated the two giant white claws the size of a car in front of him, tearing the monster apart like a handful of enoki mushrooms......

The tentacle monster fell down with a look of "incredible", Fang Wuhan also let go of his clenched fist as if he had just woken up from a big dream, the arbiter's fist blade was withdrawn, and the two white wind claws dispersed in the air......

Looking around, the withered fallen leaves on the ground, the corpses of zombie fish, and the newspapers, snack bags, leather bags, and even bicycles and electric vehicles scattered on the side of the street were all blown aside by the hurricane just now, and unconsciously, Fang Wuhan's body became a "dust-free place" with only black zombie blood.

Fang Wuhan looked at the golden arbiter dumbfoundedly, and then stood up with the sharp pain in his butt and arms; The huge bag on his body was also stained with the black juice of the octopus monster, so he had to throw it away again.

"I'll just say...... You won't be inferior to that trident......" Fang Wuhan continued to walk along the street, he used both hands hard, the fist blade popped out, and the phantom limb feeling struck again, he waved his claw on the spot, the white wind claw appeared out of thin air, the air echoed with the sound of the storm, after the wind claw cut off a dead tree in front of him, he let go, the fist blade was withdrawn, and the wind claw dissipated......

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Three hours later, Fang Wuhan walked into the community with three fully loaded shopping carts pulled by a belt like a cow, this time he "ransacked" a small supermarket hidden deep in a residential area, which was full of things, probably because of the small number of residents in this area, and people did not take much food from this supermarket during the riots.

Uncle Pilot and the fat man were downstairs, chatting as if they were spending time downstairs every day, and after hearing an unusual sound at the entrance of the community, they sneaked over and saw Fang Wuhan pulling three shopping carts.

Fang Wuhan almost swung his claws into their faces, only to see their faces clearly, he pointed to the three shopping carts full of money behind him, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"If you don't help, forget it, you're still scaring me here, I'm injured, you can help me distribute the food." Fang Wuhan said, throwing away the straps that were holding the three shopping carts, and walked to the shelter by himself.

With the help of the flashlight on Fang Wuhan's shoulder, the fat man and the pilot uncle saw that his arbiter had been stained red with blood, and drops of blood dripped down the arbiter to the ground, forming a red line composed of blood.

Probably because the zombies near the community had been killed by them, Fang Wuhan did not follow the monster behind him, and the fat man and the pilot uncle trotted over with three shopping carts.

When the two of them arrived at Fang Wuhan's house, Fang Wuhan had already prescribed an "operation" on himself, he put the arbiter aside, and a basin was already dripping with blood under him.

The fat man and the pilot uncle saw the bloody scene, Fang Wuhan's hand seemed to have really gone through the meat grinder, except that the bones were not broken, there was hardly a trace of good meat in sight, and even the blood vessels were turned out.

Su Ya's face turned pale, and he washed away the blood stains on his hands with a bottle of mineral water, Fang Wu grinned in pain, watching his hands drip blood into the basin like a fountain.

"It's going to hurt, you'll have to endure it." Su Ya trembled and picked up a bottle of medical alcohol spray from the side and aimed it at Fang Wuhan's bloody hand.

"Come on." Fang Wuhan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Seventy-five degrees of ethanol fell on his hand with a coolness, probably the feeling was really deadly, his screams echoed in the shelter, his roar gradually decreased, and after a fall, the cries of Su Ya, Uncle Pilot, and the fat man echoed in Room 501......