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It plunged straight into the abdomen of the conjurer, and moved forward and out.

After the black fleshy thorn passed through the opponent's body, the tip unfolded and split into countless fine and twisted fleshy tentacles, which tightly wrapped the conjurer's waist and slammed it towards the fleshy body!

Before the panicked scream was fully uttered, it was completely submerged in this mass of flesh.

All about silence, only groans of fleshy muddy murmurs wandering freely in the air.

"Ahhh~~what?"

"It's painful~"

"Don't come, don't come."

Everyone is helpless around this dark mud, but the mud will not actively attack when no one is close. It crawls on the ground at a very slow speed, like a snail. The sound of panic before death left a dirty mud trail behind him.

It was difficult for Zhou Ming to imagine that this was a creature. It seemed to have just grown out of the soil and then crawled here from the swamp.

The tentative attacks of other conjurers continued, but some people gave up one after another. No matter what the attack fell on the mud, they did not react at all. The fire and the electric shock, as well as other strange attacks, such as mud cow entering the sea, no Nowhere.

Zhou Ming stepped forward quickly, creating an ice blade nearly two meters long, swinging it from a long distance, and cutting into the main body of the meat with a single knife.

It’s a nauseating feel, like a knife cut on plasticine, but the texture of this plasticine is uneven. There are hard and soft inside, some sticky like glue, and some parts are not uniform. Like water, there must be no key internal organs, but there are broken bones from human corpses.

Zhou Ming's knife was effective, and a piece of meat was cut off.

"It seems to be effective!" someone nearby shouted.

But soon, the man shut up.

Because the cut piece of meat was also squirming, it also began to speak human words, and at the same time twisted forward in one direction. They seemed to have their own purpose, and small pieces of meat were moving faster than large pieces of meat. Many have evolved from crawling snails to fast walking puppies.

The small pieces of meat sludge quickly rolled on the ground, making a sticky sound, like mud slapping on the tiles.

It quickly rolled in the direction of the side corridor, and the conjurer surrounding the fleshy exclaimed, hurriedly jumping to the sides, like avoiding pathogens, giving this group of slimes an open path of movement.

Just now they have learned from the past. They dare not get too close to this seemingly weak monster. Although it will not actively attack, the power of the attack cannot be underestimated. Whether it is speed or lethality, it is top-notch, and it seems soft. The meatballs can even bounce off the steel when the thorns are highlighted.

"It's weird...it's quite tricky." Wang Siyan squatted five meters away, staring at the piece of meat that was going away.

She had imagined the weird body, the weird in the guess might be the form of the undead, or the biochemical flesh in Zhang Wei's materials, she could accept all of these.

But the thing in front of me is different. Although it can barely be called a piece of meat, it is more like mud and non-combustible.

The biochemical meat block can at least be burned, but this mass of meat mud has been burned by the big brother next to it for so long, and there is no sign of burning or melting, and its volume has not even been reduced.

Isn't this kind of monster invincible?

Wang Siyan shook his head, and what she had learned told her that no weirdness is invincible, only relatively invincible.

Judging from the scale of the spread of this rumor, this fleshy mud is far from invincible. A trivial village of Sanyang cannot raise such a terrifying monster. It must have weaknesses that they haven't noticed yet.

"Damn, I don't use my spells at all! I can't get the money."

"What the **** is this? Why can't I use spells!"

"Why did that little piece go now? Do you want to keep up?"

Several conjurers were discussing it in twitter, it was a bit like a zero-score candidate discussing the college entrance examination questions, full of grotesque absurdity.

The atmosphere that was supposed to be tense, because of the weird "peaceful" habit, became calm.

Obviously some people died just now, but everyone's mentality is very strange. They are waiting here, seeming to want to deal with this group of things, but what they do is like a group of primitive people trying to open a modern safe, completely helpless.

In the intercom, Wu Xingxing had asked several times, but just now everyone's attention was on the flesh, so no one responded at all. Now someone finally started to answer Wu Xingxing's words and report the current situation.

Wu Mingxing listened quietly. When he heard that a conjurer died and all the spells were completely invalid, and a conjurer was swallowed up after approaching, he also became nervous.

On the intercom, Wu Xingxing's voice became very flustered. He kept asking them what to do next, but no one responded.

"What should I do afterwards?" Wu Mingxing asked.

"Um... we are still thinking of a way."

Someone made a perfunctory sentence, and then there was a long silence.

"Aren't you a conjurer! Don't you specialize in dealing with weirdness? Why don't you even have any idea!"

The silence of the crowd made Wu Xingxing even more panic, and he even began to say something that questioned their professionalism.

Zhou Ming looked at the people around him. Although he couldn't see their faces, Zhou Ming could feel that many people already wanted to run away.

This is normal. People with no sense of responsibility generally choose to run if they can't beat them. After all, their goal is for money, unlike Zhou Ming, which is to solve the weirdness.

"Where's the green mask! Where's the hermit wearing the green mask!" Roared Wu Xingxing on the walkie-talkie.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Ming, and he was the only one wearing an ugly green mask.

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com picked up the walkie-talkie: "Boss Wu, I'm here."

"You, what can you do?" Wu Xingxing's voice was furious just now, and suddenly he relaxed, his tone was even polite.

Zhou Ming thought for a while, and said, "I suggest that the ordinary people in this villa should be dismissed first. The hermits and conjurers can stay, and all the ordinary bodyguards should be removed."

"Why?" Wu Mingxing asked.

"At present, although this monster is not aggressive towards us, it has its own goals, and it is hunting now.

"As of now, most of the people who died in the villa because of monsters have done things to apologize to Xiaoyu, and then they were killed after hearing Xiaoyu's voice, but this is not the undead weird being in revenge, the voice of the dead and the The victim has no direct contact, and the sound is more like a decoy.

"It makes this sound, not to let people approach it, but has another purpose."

When Zhou Ming said this, he stopped. Wu Xingxing waited for a few seconds and asked anxiously, "What is the purpose!"