"Cut, the vitality is too tenacious!" I wrinkled my eyebrows and said angrily, for some reason, I was unusually irritable. (8) (1) Δ文网*.┡81.

I slashed forty or fifty times in a row, and out of the corner of my eye, another carrion puppet that I had cut in two pieces had healed, and walked towards me with its arms raised.

"It's annoying!" I whispered, took two steps forward, came close to it, waved my hand, and turned it into two again.

He then stood back and continued to vent his anger at the carrion golem that had been reduced to pieces of minced flesh.

Another seventy or eighty dollars.

Half of the carrion golem's body has been chopped to minced flesh by me, but I still haven't gotten the results I want.

With a swing of the knife, he once again cut down the newly healed carrion golem a few steps away.

I went back to where I was and began to perform brutal acts of brutality on the other half of the carrion golem's body.

This time, he slashed hundreds of knives, and in the meantime, he took the time to cut down the carrion puppet a few steps away, so as not to get in the way.

After a hundred knives, instead of feeling my anger poured out, on the contrary, it grew stronger.

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

Just when I already thought it was definitely immortal, when! With a crisp sound, the knife slashed at something hard.

At the same time, the fragmented body of the carrion puppet also trembled violently.

Got it!

I was secretly happy in my heart, and I raised my sword and slashed at the same place again, and there was a soft click, like hitting gravel, and the hard thing was shattered by my blow.

The struggling carrion on the ground also lost its movement at the same time, and gradually withered and shrunk, and only breathed hard, and turned into a lump of dry and hard bacon.

In the rotten flesh, all the foul-smelling juice was also drained, first slowly flowing to the ground, and then slowly seeping into the cracks of the stone, leaving only a dark oily gloss.

Ding, tinkling.

A copper coin stumbled out, hit the stone surface on the side, and turned around before lying down unwillingly.

However, instead of bending down to pick it up, I fell into deep thought.

"Why...... Didn't it turn into black smoke and disappear? I pondered, but I couldn't figure it out.

Soon, this conjecture appeared in my mind: "Could it be that the monsters in the dungeon, after they die, don't all turn into black smoke?" ”

In retrospect, the same was true of the twelfth-layer stone shell, no matter how I hacked it to death, it only hardened first, then cracked, and then turned into yellow sand.

Could it be that there is some kind of unknown relationship between the Stonehusk and the Flesh Golem?

As I thought, I swung my knife and slaughtered another carrion golem a few paces away.

For some reason, every time I hear the dull sound of flesh and blood splashing, I feel a strange pleasure from the bottom of my heart, and I can't suppress it.

This is...... What's going on?

I jerked my hand back, tossed the sword aside, my eyes wide and I stared in disbelief at everything on the ground.

The carrion puppet that I kept chopping also turned into a few shrunken pieces of bacon, lying dry on the ground.

And the remains of its death, the piece of bacon, along with the bacon left by the previous carrion puppet, were chopped into pieces of bacon by me, and several of them were unconsciously trampled on by me.

I...... When did it become so tyrannical?

Looking at the carrion puppets on the ground who had been whipped by me, and the horrific and messy scene, I couldn't believe that I had caused all of this.

I often do this kind of thing by killing enemies, but this is the first time I have done such a cruel practice of whipping corpses after killing enemies.

This behavior of whipping the corpse is not my intention, and I have no impression of even the process of whipping the corpse.

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

As soon as I thought of that strange behavior, my hands began to tremble slightly, and there was a trace of fear in my heart, which was the first time I felt scared since I came to Zephyr 6.

All kinds of dangers I have encountered before, many plots, being under siege, facing more than ten times, or even dozens of times the enemy, even when I fell into the crack space and encountered that kind of anti-heaven level hydra, I didn't feel fear.

Danger, conspiracy, enemies, hydra, although these will threaten my life, but I can touch and feel, even the most terrifying nine-headed dragon, it is only strong in strength, as long as I escape, I will one day be strong enough to be able to compete with it.

However, at the moment I have a very bad feeling, which I can't fathom or touch.

It seemed to be invisibly, taking control of my body and controlling my initiative.

Thinking of this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my back: "Could it be ...... Am I being controlled? ”

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

As soon as the fist touched the skin, a burning stinging sensation came from my chest.

I coughed in pain, and when I lowered my head, I suddenly appeared, and on my chest, I don't know when there was a black halo, the size of a fist, like a birthmark, and like a blood stasis caused by the wound.

When I tried to touch it with my fingers, I felt a burning sensation that burned and made me miserable.

Not......

A layer of cold sweat also broke out on my forehead, and I frowned and muttered, "This, what is this?" ”

To be able to get the exact information, I tried to touch the halo with my finger again.

Another burning pain.

It's unclear what it is, but it's safe to assume that it's not a good thing.

I thought silently, the more I paid more attention to this thing.

Unexpectedly, the more I paid attention, the more uneasy I felt in my heart.

The more uneasy I became, the more irritable my emotions became.

I even can't wait to pick up the slashing knife next to me, rush into the fourteenth floor, and then kill a good one before I can relieve my anger.

As soon as my mind started, my hand unconsciously grabbed the Matai knife on the side.

As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the knife, the whole person trembled violently, and instantly came to his senses again.

"What's wrong with me?"

Bending over, two fingers pinched the hilt of the knife, a heart beat violently, and the chest began to burn faintly again.

I was silent for a few seconds before my heartbeat calmed down, and while I was still conscious, I hurriedly grabbed the Matthew knife, rubbed it on my pants twice, and put it into the sheath.

Subconsciously helped my forehead, and the place where I started was hot, and I realized that I was inexplicably burned!