The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"Cut, the vitality is too tenacious!" I curled my eyebrows angrily, somehow, I felt very irritable.

After slashing forty or fifty times in a row, in the corner of my eye, another carrion puppet that I had cut into two pieces was also healed. He raised his arms and walked towards me slowly.

"It's really annoying!" I whispered, two steps forward, approaching it, waved my hand, turning it into two again.

Then he stood back and continued to vent his anger at the rotten flesh puppet that had turned into pieces of meat.

It's seven or eighty dollars again.

The half of the carrion puppet has been chopped into meat by me, but I still haven't got the result I want.

Swinging the knife, he cut down the rotten flesh puppet that had just healed a few steps away again.

I went back to where I was, and began to perform brutal and inhumane acts on the other half of the carrion puppet.

This time, he chopped hundreds of knives. In the meantime, he took time twice to chop down the carrion puppet that was a few steps away, so as not to get in the way.

After a hundred knives, instead of feeling the anger being poured out, on the contrary, it became more and more prosperous.

Unconsciously, the hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter, and the speed of swinging the knife became faster and faster.

Just when I already thought it was absolutely immortal, when! With a crisp sound, the sword hit a hard object.

At the same time, the rotten flesh puppet's fragmented body trembled violently.

found it!

With joy in my heart, I raised the slashing Matthew knife and slashed it in the same position again, with a soft click, like a grit, and the hard object was shattered by my blow.

The struggling rotten flesh on the ground also lost motion at the same time, and gradually withered and shrank, and only breathed, it turned into a lump of dry bacon.

In the rotten flesh, all the foul-smelling juices were also drained out, first slowly flowing all over the floor, and then slowly infiltrating the cracks of the stone, leaving only a dark oily shine.

Ding ding softly.

A copper coin stumbled and rolled out, hit the stone surface beside it, and lay down unwillingly after turning around.

However, I did not stoop to pick it up, but fell into deep thought.

"Why... it didn't turn into black smoke and disappear?" I contemplated hard, puzzled.

Soon, such a conjecture appeared in my mind ""Could it be that the monsters in the dungeon, after death, are not all turned into black smoke? "

Looking back, the stone shell monster on the twelfth floor was the same. No matter how it was hacked to death by me, it only hardened first, then cracked, and then turned into yellow sand.

Is there some unknown connection between the stone shell monster and the carrion puppet?

While thinking, I swiped a knife to kill another carrion puppet a few steps away.

I don't know why, every time the Matthew knife is slashed, every time I hear the dull sound of the splash of flesh and blood, I will feel a strange pleasure wafting from the bottom of my heart, unable to restrain it.

what 's wrong?

I closed my hand abruptly and threw the slashing Matthew knife aside, my eyes widened, looking at everything on the ground in disbelief.

The rotten flesh puppet that I kept chopped and chopped had also turned into pieces of shrunken bacon, lying dry on the ground.

And its dead remains, that piece of bacon, along with the bacon left by the previous carrion puppet, were chopped into pieces of bacon by me, and some of them were also smashed by me unconsciously.

When did I...become so tyrannical?

Looking at the carrion puppet on the ground who was whipped my corpse, and the tragic and messy scene, I couldn't even believe that it was all caused by me.

Killing the enemy, I often do this kind of thing, but after killing the enemy, whip the corpse, this is the first time I do this brutal and inhuman practice.

This behavior of whiplashing the corpse is not my intention, and even the process of whiplashing the corpse has no impression on me.

I just vaguely remember that my brain was blank at the time, and all words and deeds were dominated by an inexplicable violence and pleasure.

When I thought of the strange behavior, my hands began to tremble slightly, and there was a trace of fear in my heart. This was the first time I felt fear since I came to Hefeng Continent.

I have encountered all sorts of distresses before, scheming, being trapped, facing a dozen or even dozens of times the enemy, even when I fall into the gap and encounter a nine-headed dragon of the sky-defying level. No fear.

Distress, conspiracy, enemies, and nine-headed dragons, although these will threaten my life, they can be touched and felt. Even the most terrifying nine-headed dragon is just a tyrannical force. I was born alive, and one day I will be strong enough to compete with it.

However, at the moment this makes me feel very unpleasant, but I can't touch it at all.

It seems to be invisible. It has mastered my body and controlled my initiative.

Thinking of this, a cold sweat broke out on my back: "Could it be that...I was controlled?"

Faintly, I felt the feeling of chest tightness hit again. I subconsciously stretched out my hand and lightly pounded my chest, trying to relieve the trouble caused by chest tightness.

My fist just touched my skin, and a burning tingling came from my chest.

The pain made me cough, and when I lowered my head, I realized that on my chest, I don't know when there was a circle of black halo, which was the size of a fist, like a birthmark, but also like a blood stasis created by creation.

I tried to touch it with my finger, and a burning sensation ignited in an instant, making me painful.

Well......

There was also a layer of cold sweat on my forehead, and I closed my brows and murmured, "This, what is this?"

In order to get the exact information, I tried again to touch Yuanhao with my fingers.

There was another burning pain.

Although it is not clear what this is, it can be concluded that it is definitely not a good kind.

I thought silently, paying more attention to this thing.

Unexpectedly, the more you pay attention, the more uneasy in your heart.

The more disturbed I was, my emotions began to be inexplicably irritable again.

He even wanted to pick up the Matthew Sword next to him, rush into the fourteenth floor, and then take a good and special kill before he was relieved.

As soon as my thoughts started, my hand unconsciously grabbed the Matthew Knife on the side.

As soon as the finger touched the handle of the knife, the whole person trembled suddenly, and he woke up in an instant.

"What's wrong with me?"

Bending over, pinching the handle of the knife with two fingers, a heart beat violently, and his chest began to faintly burn again.

I was quiet for a few seconds before calming down my heartbeat. While I was still conscious, I hurriedly grabbed the Matthew Knife, rubbed the trousers indiscriminately twice, and put the knife into its sheath.

I subconsciously helped my forehead, and the place where I started was hot. Only then did I realize that I had a fever inexplicably!

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