What is this sound?

I looked up suspiciously.

On the roof of the shed, the dense demonized bats that had been sleeping quietly before, for some reason, suddenly became restless, poking their heads out one by one, revealing a pair of small pale red eyes, sharp teeth, and squeaky sounds.

Is this a mass offensive?

I felt a chill in my heart.

As a warrior, in the face of such a large number of demonized bats, the braggadocio of retreating is not to mention for the time being, this place is quite far from the entrance of the twelfth floor when it came, not that they can run back if they run back, in other words, once they attack, with my current speed, it is a question of whether they can escape alive.

I scurried around and hid behind a rock not far away, in a dangerous situation, one more cover was one more chance of life, and I knocked on the rock, cold and hard, which should be able to block the attack of the bats.

Ready to wait, the two hands holding the sword trembled slightly, this is not excitement, but fear, although I am not afraid of life and death, but if I choose, I still yearn to live.

And there are so many demonized bats, if you slack off, you will be torn to pieces by them.

The thought that I would most likely be torn to pieces by this group of bloodthirsty monsters in a very short period of time made me feel cold.

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of rustling became louder and faster, as if the blue planet, the busiest street, was the same as the noise of countless cars honking in unison.

I even wanted to jump up and use the two knives in my hand to cut off their tongues one by one, but I couldn't do that, because the roof was too high for me to reach them.

The sound of rustling never stopped, and lasted for about two minutes, when suddenly, a demonized bat stood up on the roof of the shed, flapped its long and narrow wings, and let out a short sharp squeak from its mouth, and the next second, it flapped its wings, drawing a black shadow in the dim cavern, and swooped down towards the ground.

"This goods. Is it suicide? ”

The act of demonizing the bat formed a fleeting conjecture in my mind.

However, the truth was not as I expected, the demonized bat, at the moment when it was about to hit the ground, its wings were forcefully stopped, floating in the air less than half a meter from the ground, and then the flesh wings instigated, its oval round body fell, a pair of sharp claws stretched out, clung to the ground, and just like that, the person stood in the position I had just occupied.

Less than twenty centimeters from this location, there was a pool of fresh flesh spilled by the demonized bat that attacked me earlier.

The fishy smell of the shattered internal organs and fresh blood of the demonized bats could smell very clearly from my side, which was four or five meters away, and I was still like this as a human being, let alone the demonized bats that were much more sensitive than me.

"By the way, is it going to eat the corpses of its companions?"

I stared at the demonized bat that was approaching flesh, waiting for its next move.

Sure enough, as it approached the bloody flesh, the demonized bat bent down its oval body, poked its head, opened its mouth, and bit down on the bloody internal organs on the ground.

"Even the same kind eat.."

I frowned and twitched the corners of my mouth twice: "It's too peat willful." ”

Under the faint light, the demonized bat that devoured the corpses of its kind opened its mouth, and the upper and lower rows of fine and sharp teeth continued to chew on the pieces of meat on the ground, and then swallowed it little by little, as if enjoying the feeling of blood and meat juice flowing in the mouth, but the expression of enjoyment felt strange no matter how it looked like.

When I felt that I couldn't bear to look at it directly, in my stomach, there was a series of grunts unconsciously. Hungry!

This is your sister's pit, I won't be hungry because I see it eating, it's too sorry for my identity as a human being, right? Although we are all foodies.

There is a tacit understanding between foodies about things, which is a resonance that only foodies can experience.

That's what I thought in my head, but I didn't dare to try it easily, after all, there are different species, and there are gaps in the food chain.

Although I have also eaten monster meat, I prefer to eat cooked meat, and it seems to have a special affection for raw meat.

I love cooked meat, it loves raw meat, this is the generation gap.

Once the generation gap is born, neither humans nor humans can coexist harmoniously, let alone demonized bats!

I gave up trying to communicate with the demonic bat in front of me, and instead thought about how to get rid of it, and how to avoid the swarm of bombs that would explode from time to time overhead.

After devouring almost two or three pieces of minced meat, the demonized bat suddenly raised its head, and a pair of small pale red eyes looked around, like two small lights.

I quietly retracted my head behind the rock, and I didn't move, and I even held my breath so that it didn't make a sound, and it lasted like this for about half a minute, before I slowly resumed my breath again, and quietly poked my head out, and the demonized bat was looking behind it.

Finally, after watching the whole circle, it raised its head and made a very regular squeaking sound in its mouth, as if it was giving a speech, and it seemed to express the comfort after eating meat.

However, as soon as the sound stopped, the group of demonic bats on the roof of the shed became restless again, this time the restlessness was different from the previous one, this time it seemed unusually noisy, as if they were on the shore, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the rocks.

After the commotion, there was a dead silence, and then, one, two... Dozens of demonized bats swooped down at the same time, pounced on the bloodstains and the remaining pieces of meat, opened their mouths, and kept devouring the internal organs of their dead companions, **** the fresh blood left by their dead companions.

It was like a banquet, lively and bloody.

"His grandmother's is really a bunch of inhuman guys!"

I said to myself, forgetting that they weren't humans at all, but monsters.

Not long after the 'banquet' went on, the group of demonized bats fluttered and flew back to the roof of the shed again, a pair of claws clinging to the crack in the rock wall of the roof of the shed, and a pair of fleshy wings clinging to it, returning to the appearance of the previous sleeping.

Looking at the ground again, there was no trace of the blood on the minced flesh, except for a small piece of slimy clear liquid, which should have been drooling from their mouths.

After a few more moments, the rustling sound finally disappeared.

I slowly stood up and looked around vigilantly, and found that the group of demonized bats on the roof of the shed had no longer moved, and must have fallen into a deep sleep again.

I sighed: It's dangerous, if I don't hide without foresight, I will probably really be torn apart and eaten by them.

Thinking so, I walked up to the slimy liquid, squatted down, rubbed my fingers a few times, and thoughtfully, an illusion came to my mind.