I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 283 Rectifying Greedy Recorders

Kemeng didn't touch it. As usual, he took out the big-faced cat and stared at it.

Strange knowledge added!

"Petrified Stone"

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

"Side effects: Stone skin gradually proliferates all over the body, and thinking gradually becomes dull."

"After cessation of contact, the stony skin remains for a day or two, and the remaining time depends on the individual's new metabolic ability."

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

To put it simply, it is to add a layer of stone skin to enhance the defense ability, but the price is that the thinking becomes dull.

After Kemen thought about it, he tried it himself.

Just tap the surface of the stone with your finger, and the stone skin immediately appeared on the finger.

The turbulent resistance power in the body is fighting against the power of petrification, but this thing does not fade away so easily.

The items sacrificed by the believers of the players in this period are items in the 100-level area, and Kemeng's resistance power cannot instantly eliminate the negative effects, and the skin on the fingers is still petrified.

Letting go of his fingers, Kemon squeezed the stone skin with the other, the texture of the stone is very obvious.

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

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

Stow the stones in a storage scarf to later act as an insulation generator.

Speaking of which, I've been too busy recently to make a video.

After Kemon came into contact with the petrified stone, he realized that the resistance was not enough.

In the game, the maximum level is 999.

And Cthulhu's resistance is 100 million, an astronomical figure.

Kemen will not directly benchmark data with the evil god Cthulhu, that would be unrealistic. Cthulhu is a god-level personality, and it is not a height that can be reached in a short time.

Kemen patted Bai Shatang, "What do you think is the new video?"

As an authentic sand sculpture netizen, when Bai Shatang uttered acridine, there was an exclamation mark on his forehead, and his body stayed where he was.

Bai Granang's eyeballs rolled rapidly, and the evil god asked it personally. If he couldn't answer, the consequences...would be very serious.

Bai Xiaotang shook her body, and the fine yellow sand fell from the crevices of her feathers.

It barked a few times and made a simple opinion.

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

After hearing this, Kemen showed a slightly surprised expression.

This little sand sculpture can be taught by children.

How did you come up with such an idea? Is it those sand sculpture netizens, or is it the original idea.

"A good idea." Kemeng commented with a smile, which made Bai Granang's heart pounding with excitement, reaching the target of 250 beats per minute.

The tape recorder that loves to eat meat is currently left in the Octopus Branch. If Kemen wants to use it to make videos, he has to go to the Investigation Bureau to lie down.

Just as a new wave of patients arrived at the investigation bureau, Kemen 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 gone to work yet.

Director Lei was present, he was an escort 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 he sent Director Lei to keep an eye on him so that he would not be poached by his own family.

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

Director Lei couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Kemeng's request.

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

In the past, the Bureau of Investigation did not feed it so diligently. When it was not needed, it would just eat ashes in the storage room and put it in the bottom of the box, and no one cared about it.

This time, every hour, the staff gave it big fish to eat. The recorder was already overwhelmed, and it was so overwhelmed that it floated away. It was believed that the Bureau of Investigation could not do without its recording function.

Kemeng and Director Lei came to the suppressive treatment site together. As soon as they walked in, they heard the voice of the tape recorder: "Meat, meat, I want meat!"

The mouth of the tape recorder is not big, limited by the size of the machine, its mouth is not wide open, but its appetite is getting more and more excessive, and it eats mouthful after mouthful of meat.

Cart after cart came into the house, offering meat to the tape recorders.

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

Even if there is an item that automatically breeds pig animals, the price may be exchanged from another place, and it is hard to say whether it is a gain or a loss.

After the tape recorder finished eating the meat and released inaudible frog sounds to the patients, the tape recorder opened its mouth and shouted meat.

Kermon brought out a black cauldron. The pot itself has no special temperament. It looks unpretentious and has no bright spots.

The new pork was delivered to the treatment room. Kemen lifted the lid of the pot, put all the meat into the black pot, and closed the lid.

Hum rumbling.

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

The tape recorder continued to yell meat, not knowing what to expect next.

With the vibration of the black cauldron, a tempting aroma came out from the lid of the pot.

This kind of fragrance is not a real fragrance, but Kemeng's own spirituality smells the smell, which is similar to the sense of smell in synaesthesia, illusory and misty.

Even Kermon felt delicious, not to mention the carnivorous tape recorder, the mouth opened to the limit that the surface of the machine could open.

"Meat, meat, meat—"

Its voice is full of greed and gluttony, endless, seemingly endless.

Kemon didn't know if it had functions such as the sense of smell, so he gently lifted the tape recorder, lifted the black pot cover, and threw the tape recorder into the indescribable black pot.

The mouth of the tape recorder was opened wide in anticipation, and at that moment, the thrust of the man pushed it into the pot.

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

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

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

But the emotions of greed and gluttony ravage the heart, the tape recorder is desperate, eat the meat in his mouth first, and then talk.

After chewing two bites quickly, the mouth of the tape recorder suddenly stopped.

A strange, disgusting smell rose from the body of the recorder, hovered, and sublimated, making the recorder feel even more disgusting.

The tape recorder had never eaten such a disgusting thing, and he vomited in front of Kermon, throwing it all up in the pot.

It was a very strange ingredient. It was indescribable. It was black all over, twisted around like tentacles, and had strange eyes.

The tape recorder is surrounded by a pile of strange food. They don't eat the tape recorder, but just move their tentacles quietly like this, which makes the tape recorder feel disgusting from the bottom of their hearts.

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

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

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