This time, Fang Xingyang felt that he had not found the wrong way.

He had not gone far when he saw a pothole the size of a bowl in the middle of the road.

The further you go, the more such potholes there are.

When he found the place with the most dense pits, that was the dueling arena between him and the dark elf archers.

Then he stood in the middle of the dueling arena and looked at both sides of the road, and there was an alley directly opposite where he had teleported from......

Fang Xingyang's brain was running rapidly, and he quickly locked on to the location of the sack of materials.

Dodge and enter the alley.

But the sack of supplies that he had piled up in the corner of the alley was now gone.

Instead, there were a bunch of small objects scattered on the ground that he had originally put in a sack.

Fang Xingyang was dumbfounded for a while.

His own supplies have indeed been touched.

biu~

boom！

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, and a soft marble hit Fang Xingyang's head.

Then, in the direction from which the marbles flew, there was a triumphant laugh.

"Pinch the horse! How did you get out of my sack! ”

Fang Xingyang shouted and scolded, rushed up with an arrow step, and caught the "projectile pitcher" in his hand.

Only this time, some information appeared in front of his eyes.

【Projectile Pitcher】

[Level: 10]

[Race: Mutant Plant]

[Faction: Orderly and Neutral]

【Attribute: Wood】

[Ability: Projectile launch!] 】

[Threat value: almost zero (if its IQ is higher, it will never dare to mess with you)]

[Introduction: A more common pet in the dark world, as a plant itself, they can interact with their owners like animals, and when they grow up, they can also accurately launch projectiles to attack people they don't know, they make projectiles very quickly, but because the quality of the projectiles is too soft, they have not been able to become treasures in the hands of carpenters. 】

Fang Xingyang ヽ (ー_ー) ノ

"It turns out that it's really called a projectile pitcher......"

As he grabbed the projectile pitcher in his hand, the projectile pitcher seemed to recognize the human who had done the same thing to himself.

[Projectile pitcher sa

Value-30]

A few seconds later, the projectile pitcher collapsed in his hands as if stunned by him. ✖ ✖

Fang Xingyang stretched out his hand, and a brain melon bounced it up again.

[Projectile pitcher sa

Value: -40]

[Projectile pitcher sa

The value is too low, and you are about to fall unconscious! 】

Fang Xingyang was directly speechless.

It's so weak, it's not useful, and it's so cheap! How the hell did you survive like this......

"Don't be afraid, answer my question, and I won't hurt you!" Fang Xingyang viciously leaned in front of the projectile pitcher and said.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Boom~"

Projectile pitcher ≥_≤

"What is it that pulled my sack?"

After speaking, Fang Xingyang's gaze looked in the direction of the alley.

Within the visual range of the dense fog, he saw a wide trail of slime emerge from the direction where the supplies were scattered, stretching out into the alley.

Judging from the traces, it looks like a snail that has been magnified hundreds of times ago.

But the first thing Fang Xingyang thought of was the large trace he saw on the beachside beach.

The projectile pitcher seemed to understand his words and stood in his hands, gesturing up and down.

Fang Xingyang felt that if his interpretation was not too wrong, it should be expressing a monster with a large size and many tentacles.

It must be similar to the monster he encountered at the beach.

Although he was bewildered by the illusion at the time, he did not see the appearance of the monster clearly.

But it can also be restored from the mind.

The small house that the virtual dark elf entered in the illusion may correspond to the monster's huge body in reality, and if the gap between the illusion and reality is not too big, the monster must be at least the size of a hut.

Moreover, the fierce attack that woke him up from the illusion at that time should have been that the monster used its tentacles to knock him away, but at that time he turned on the shelter of the soul lamp and did not suffer much damage.

But for that monster, it was undoubtedly two hundred wounds to the enemy and one thousand to itself, which is why it fled into the sea in such a panic.

That monster was very large in size and had a very high attack power, but in front of Fang Xingyang, it shouldn't be enough to fight, maybe it was just a meat pile with a larger size.

"If you want to live, wait for me here, and if you dare to throw me next time you see me, I'll eat you." Fang Xingyang said, putting the projectile pitcher on the ground.

The projectile pitcher, however, screamed and jumped up as if he was not happy.

"What? Don't want to? Believe it or not, I'm going to eat ...... right now."

Before Fang Xingyang could finish speaking, the projectile pitcher grabbed his pants and climbed onto him, and obediently got into his pocket.

"It's okay to take you with me, no screaming, no more littering! Or I'll still eat you! Fang Xingyang ψ (*'ー ́) ψ said.

The projectile pitcher nodded obediently and tucked into his pocket, showing only his two eyes to look outside......

Fang Xingyang gradually followed the slime traces on the ground into the alley, but in order to expand his vigilance, he detained the pearl in one ear.

Because of the fog, his vision range is extremely limited, and if he doesn't use his ears to hear, he will be too vulnerable to sneak attacks.

However, as soon as he plucked the pearl, a close licking sound reached his ears.

The voice, like a giant tongue licking a giant popsicle, and the distance, seemed to be in front of him.

He cautiously took a few steps forward, and the outline of the small house emerged from the thick fog in front of him.

But I didn't see any giant monsters.

In the next second, a sudden, extremely bright light source suddenly appeared behind him, accompanied by a hoarse scream.

Fang Xingyang was so frightened that he looked back in panic as if he had lost his soul, but because of the dense fog and strong light, he couldn't see what was behind him at all.

The screams and the light source were one of the things that scared him, and what the light illuminated was just as unexpected.

I saw that the small house in front of him, which didn't look abnormal in the dark, was exposed to the light source, and when it was exposed, it was actually a "monster house" covered with weird black slime!

After that burst of strong light, the light source was repeated several times, which also allowed Fang Xingyang to completely see the whole picture of the "house" in front of him-

It was indeed an ordinary hut, and the slime trail he had been chasing all the way had indeed disappeared from this hut.

Because that monster, right on the roof of the hut!

The black slime that had flowed from the monster had been running down the outer walls of the hut, and it looked as if the hut had become one with the monster.

Moreover, Fang Xingyang also saw his sack and some things in the sack from the monster's body.

It wasn't until Fang Xingyang completely saw the whole picture of this monster that he finally realized that this time, he had miscalculated......