The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I thought about it, and finally I hit my head with the scabbard.

After a soft thud, I once again entered the state of trying to remember.

However, still nothing came to mind.

Self-deprecating smile: Yes, they are drinking with a scalp, I am drinking with a scalp, can it be the same!

Just after taking six or seven steps, I heard a soft noise behind me, like the sound of falling sand.

"Something strange?" I pulled out the knife alertly, turned around abruptly, and almost scared to pee when I looked.

I'll go. Is this a hairy thing?

With a loud cry, my whole body jumped more than two meters away, and the Matthew Sword was shaking in my hand, and I almost threw it out as a throwing knife.

In front of them, they were less than two meters apart, one...no, maybe it would be more appropriate to use a bunch.

It was a pile of meat piled up with rotten meat. It was a gray piece of meat. It could be vaguely seen that it was a human figure, but there was nothing that anyone should have.

On the blurred face, turbid liquid occasionally drips, hitting the ‘arm’ composed of a mass of flesh and blood, making a disgusting chirp.

Its body is also piled up with pieces of rotten flesh, about the position of the left rib, there is a piece of rotten flesh hanging there, constantly swaying, there is a small piece of skin-like thing attached to the edge of the rotten flesh, and there is still growing on it. A few hairs about half an inch long.

Please forgive me for not being able to tell whether it is human hair or other animal hair, because this thing is so disgusting and makes me feel very disgusted.

This thing made of flesh and blood stood opposite me and stared at me for a long time with two **** of rotten flesh that looked like eyes. After that, there was a disgusting grunt from nowhere, as if someone was nauseous.

After a few sounds, it stepped forward and moved.

It may be disgusting and troublesome. This monster has heavy steps and is not fast, but it can always give me a feeling of anxiety.

I stepped back two steps, and the Matthew Sword was already standing on my chest, subconsciously muttering to myself: "This thing is simply piled up with rotten flesh...a puppet?"

I was stunned, and countless images flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, but within a second, the image stopped.

There are no pictures on the screen, but there are a lot of words. The top few characters are impressively: Carrion puppets.

That's right, I remember, the guard monsters on the fourteenth floor are carrion puppets.

Remember the adventurer’s manual describes it like this: a monster piled up with a pile of carrion is not fast, hurts mediocre, but has a strong contagious toxin. Once the wound is touched by them, it is easy to become infected. Phenomenon such as suppuration and ulceration.

Pulling the corner of my mouth, staring at the carrion puppet in front of me unkindly, my heart is struggling: I'll take it, this is simply a mobile biological weapon!

Seeing that the carrion puppet was approaching, I hesitated: Should I chop it or hide it?

Looking at its composition, it is undoubtedly that I can't bear the end of it cut across the board. However, the stinky rotten flesh on its body and the inexplicable toxins on the rotten flesh made me very jealous.

What if there is a lingering stench on the sword?

What if the toxins on it settle on the blade and spread after I leave the dungeon?

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

God knows how many blood and rotten golems are wandering in this long tunnel.

In the dilemma, I have no way to find the correct answer.

In the trouble, I feel vaguely upset and irritable.

Less than a foot apart, the carrion puppet launched its first attack at me, using its arms-shaped pillars of meat to hit the top of my head.

I ducked to the side and dodged over.

The blow was empty.

The flesh and blood puppet turned back, faced me again, swaying rotten flesh, and rushed again.

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

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

Several times in a row, the rotten flesh puppet did not hit me, but some fishy liquid followed its swinging arm and splashed onto me.

It was creamy and greasy, which made me feel nauseous.

hateful!

I crossed my eyebrows and angered, and finally made up my mind.

puff.

There was a muffled sound, as if it had been split into the cotton ball. With a little force, it cut down, like a knife cutting tofu, and removed most of its body.

Hey, half of his body was chopped off and fell on the ground, splashing a lot of gravy.

I leaped away quickly, lest I might be too late.

Just when I just settled down, there was another muffled noise behind me.

Turning his head to see, another carrion puppet with a foul smell dangling from the gravy.

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

After cutting it off, I held the knife sideways and looked at the face of the knife carefully. I couldn't help but frown--a layer of light grease hung on the face of the knife, exuding a pungent stench.

"It's disgusting!" I whispered silently in my heart: "I don't know if this thing can be wiped off, in case..."

As I was thinking about it, in the corner of the light, a group of dark things kept wriggling.

I subconsciously jumped into my body and looked around, but I saw the carrion puppet that was severed by me before. It turned out to be like two slugs, squirming together, on the position where it was cut, as if glued on, slowly Glued together.

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

I wiped it, but I didn't die!

I curled my eyebrows and looked cold, and two thoughts flew into my mind at the same time: This product is either immortal, or it is similar to the stone shell monster I encountered before, with a core!

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

As long as they are careful to dodge, even if they line up to attack me in a guard of honor, they still can't touch my hair.

Before I waited for the carrion puppet that had just healed to do anything, I swiped it with a knife and again turned its body into two segments.

From the perspective of the fault, except for the rotten flesh brushed on both sides, I didn't see anything I expected.

I don't believe in evil, and continue to swing and chop.

The Matthew Knife shone in the cold, and it made a series of puff puff puff sounds, and the rotten flesh was chopped up, and the juice splashed all over. After a while, dozens of drops of fishy and greasy juice splashed on my pants and body.

Even though it had been chopped beyond recognition, the mass of rotten flesh in front of me was still squirming, and even when I was swinging my knife, the rotten granulation would still stick out and wriggle toward another piece of minced flesh.

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