Shino's eyelids moved, and he slowly opened them. There was a slight dazing look in her beautiful red pupils, and there was still a hint of blush on her face. Her hands and feet moved slightly, immediately attracting Fang Qiuling's attention.

“…… Shino? Are you awake? ”

"Hmm...... What's wrong with me? ”

My head was a little dizzy, but my body felt warm and I felt an unusually safe feeling.

"I didn't expect you to drink so badly, try to drink less in the future."

"Are you drunk......?"

Fang Qiuling rushed into the courtyard and put Shino on a wooden chair.

"Eliza, you take Shino to the house, don't come out."

"Yes, Mr. Seurik."

Eliza panicked and picked up Shino, and the two stumbled towards the wood house. Maru's little head poked out of Eliza's shoulder, her big eyes reflecting the approaching stitching monster.

At the same time, Fang Qiuling took out a palm-sized black box from the storage bag. This is a spell trigger, a must-have item that Xiao Hanyun asked Fang Qiuling to bring when she was helping to sort out the storage bag. She filled a full box in cardboard, thirty-six.

"Daddy, help dig a hole. It doesn't have to be deep, it's just that big. ”

"You're going to set a trap?" Old Tom immediately understood Fang Qiuling's intentions, but he was not optimistic, "That guy is so big, the trap is useless!" ”

The black box in Fang Qiuling's hand was very small, and even if it was completely spread out, it wouldn't be too big. Such a small trap might only be used to hit a rabbit.

"Of course ordinary traps don't work, but magic traps definitely can!"

Fang Qiuling took out a burst of scrolls from the storage bag again. The scroll is dark beige and made of parchment. The scrolls are tied with earthy yellow ribbons to distinguish them. When the scroll unfolded, the words on it faintly radiated a silvery glow. Even old Tom, who doesn't know anything about magic, can recognize it at a sight—the magic scroll.

"Quick, dig a hole!"

"Good! Where's the digging? ”

Fang Qiuling pointed to the location of the entrance to the courtyard.

The fat boss didn't wait for the order, and immediately excavated at the entrance of the yard. Old Tom immediately went up to help.

“…… It's almost fine, a little deeper. ”

The shallow pit was quickly dug, Fang Qiuling lay on the ground and put the spell trigger into the pit first, and then carefully adjusted the knobs and buttons on the trigger. Once the setting is complete, carefully place the magic scroll on the trigger, and then cover some of the soil that has just been dug up.

"That's fine?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Simple magic traps are completed in just a few breaths.

"Be careful, don't touch it!"

"Yes!"

After setting up the trap, the three of them took a few steps back in unison.

"One more, one may not be enough to trap that guy!"

As he spoke, Fang Qiuling took out another black sunspot and magic scroll. Old Tom nodded his head in agreement.

"Where?"

"That's it...... Okay, the two traps cover each other exactly! Move fast! ”

The three of them had a clear division of labor, and the second trap was quickly arranged.

Heavy footsteps came from afar, and almost as soon as they set up the trap, the Stitching Monster arrived.

"Will this work?" Old Tom's brow furrowed. The process of setting the trap was too simple, and he didn't have much confidence, "What kind of magic scroll is that?" ”

"The scroll is 'Fossil to Mud', and it uses a spell trigger to make a vibration sense. As soon as that guy gets close, the spell trigger will activate the scroll, and the ground within a radius of about ten meters will turn into a mud pool. ”

"You're trying to trap this guy?"

"Yes, that's right, that guy must be very heavy, and he probably won't be able to climb out if he falls in!" Fang Qiuling took out several transparent glass bottles and distributed them to the two of them. The glass bottle is about the size of a can, and the liquid in the bottle is milky white with a faint white glow, "Yes, no problem!" Daddy, take this! Boss Twilight, you can take a few too. ”

"What is this?"

"Holy water, holy water number eight."

Holy water is a liquid that is filled with positive energy through special rituals in which the holy power is fused into the water by various shrines. Its quality is numbered by numbers, and the smaller the number, the higher the quality.

"Holy water? You just said you wanted to buy it? By the way, didn't you say that holy water is that guy's weakness? How to use it? ”

Old Tom's eyes lit up.

"Holy water is its weakness, yes, but at least it needs No. 5 holy water, and No. 6 holy water is barely enough." Fang Qiuling flipped the bottle in his hand, "Dilute the No. 5 holy water one to three or one to four to get the No. 6 holy water." No. 6 Holy Water can also be diluted to obtain No. 7 Holy Water. No. 8 Holy Water is the product of the dilution of No. 7 Holy Water, which is only slightly better than No. 9 Holy Water at the bottom. If the No. 5 holy water is taken directly, the effect is better than that of the magic potion to treat serious injuries. If the No. 8 holy water is taken directly, it basically has no direct effect, and it can be used to clean the wound to avoid infection. ”

As he spoke, Fang Qiuling took a step forward and raised his right hand vigorously. The glass bottle in his hand was thrown out of his hand, and it smashed on the head of the stitching monster with a "pop". The glass bottle shattered instantly, and the liquid in it splashed on the face of the stitching monster.

It was as if the meat strips had been put down in the boiling oil pan, and it was like strong acid had been splashed on the skin. Then there was a loud wail, and a large amount of white smoke came out of the stitching monster's face. The blue-gray carrion stained with the holy water melted one after another, and the already small head of the stitching monster suddenly became a large dent.

"Hiss......"

Old Tom and the fat boss took a breath of cool air. When his eyes turned to the glass bottle in his hand, he was also a little more enthusiastic.

However, Fang Qiuling shook his head again and again: "No, not at all." It's still far from it. ”

As if to verify Fang Qiuling's words, although the stitching monster was splashed with holy water, his footsteps also stopped. But it's a little more crazy in its momentum.

"If it's the No. 5 holy water, that bottle just now is enough to kill this guy directly. Relying on the No. 8 holy water to deal with it is not very good. The positive energy content of the No. 8 holy water is too low. ”

Fang Qiuling raised his hand and threw out another bottle of holy water. The glass vial slid through the air in an arc and slammed into the stitch monster's head again, only the left side of the face just now, and the right side of the face this time. The stitch monster wailed in pain, and one eye melted and disappeared under the effect of holy water.

- It screamed so badly, it seemed to be in pain. However, the rotten flesh of the undead must have been necrotic long ago. Where do they come from?

The wails continued, but the Stitch Monster began to move forward again. It seemed to be moving a little faster because of the pain.

Old Tom and the fat boss also saw that the effect of the two bottles of holy water was indeed very good, and the damage caused to the stitching monster was not small. However, these injuries are superficial, like skin diseases, and although they are painful, they are not fatal. Skin diseases can also be fatal, but expecting skin diseases to knock down the suture monster is estimated to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

"See, that's it. That's why I'd like to get some high-quality holy water for backup. By the way, Daddy, keep your holy water, don't smash it. I'll try it with holy water in a moment! Saying that, Fang Qiuling took out two more glass bottles, "Boss Dusk, smash your head." It's better to get its other eye off too! With a wave of his hand, two glass bottles flew towards the stitching monster.

"Yes, Mr. Norn!"

The stitching monster's movements are indeed relatively slow, and coupled with the bloated body, it gives people the feeling of a brainless puppet. However, the Stitch Monster is actually capable of self-identification, and the glass bottles that shatter one after another on its head quickly make it realize that such small vials can cause it great pain, and these small vials are thrown by the three living creatures in front of it.

- Stomp on them, kill them!

The stitch monster raised a hand in front of his face, and his strangely shaped palm tried to open to protect most of his head. At the same time, it quickened its pace, step by step through the narrow alley and into the courtyard.

"Be careful! Back down, back a little more! ”

"Will it work?"

"It has to work!"

The stitched weird stubby legs stepped into the yard. It covered its face with one hand and raised it high with the other in preparation for smashing. It didn't even notice that there was a piece of floating earth under its feet that was clearly different from its surroundings, and it moved forward on its own.

There was an inaudible "click", and the spell trigger was activated due to vibration.

An invisible wave swept across the ground, and the ground instantly turned into mud. Caught off guard, the stitch monster leaned forward and sank into it with one foot.

The misty lake area is humid and rainy, and considering the daily use and maintenance, the whole area is mostly paved with large stone slabs embedded in earth and stone. The main raw materials for paving in this way are earth, gravel and large stone slabs, which are relatively inexpensive. The paved roads are not good, but they are more than enough to carry a full load of wagons. The stitching monster was two stories tall and weighed far more than a fully loaded wagon, barely able to walk on the stone pavement. However, the muddy quagmire is not good, and the body sinks straight down after stepping into it.

My feet were covered with mud, and I couldn't use my strength at all. It's like stepping on the air, and the stitching monster falls forward with a bang. It seemed aware of its imminent fall, and pushed both hands down at the same time, trying to keep its balance in check. Unfortunately, one of its hands landed on the second trap, which was triggered.

There was another invisible fluctuation, and the ground where the Stitch Monster's hands were supported immediately turned into mud, and the two traps turned most of the yard into a mud pool, and the Stitch Monster's entire body fell into the mud and began to sink slowly.

Fossils are mud ponds that pose no threat to humans. If you want to trap people in it, you can't do it in a mud pond, at least quicksand. However, the mud pool was enough for the Stitch Monster to sink into, and it was seen waving its arms as hard as it could, trying to stabilize its body. But the more I struggled, the more my body sank into the mud.

Watching the first magic trap activate, the Stitch Man stepped into the mud, and then the second magic trap activated, and the Stitch Monster fell into the mud with both hands. Fang Qiuling's heart that had been hanging on finally let go - the scroll with fossils turned into mud was indeed a killer weapon against giant human monsters!

Xiao Hanyun didn't catch Fang Qiuling to study every night, and he would pull him to play games for several days. After coming and going, I have unconsciously had a more intuitive understanding of most of the spells: how much range the spell can be applied to, how long the spell effect can last, the commonly used spell combination tactics, and the mutual cooperation between many spells......

To be honest, Fang Qiuling was also frightened when the stitching monster suddenly appeared. Don't say anything else, let's just talk about the taste, it's really smoking, almost vomiting out everything I just ate!

The reason why the undead are terrible is not only because of their great strength and fear of death, but also because their ugly appearance, rotting skin, and foul-smelling body also play an extremely important role in it. Moreover, undead creatures still come from the deceased, and it is normal for people to be afraid of ghosts and corpses. "Worship ghosts and gods and stay away", this sentence can well illustrate the attitude of ordinary people towards the undead - fear.

Old Tom's frown finally loosened, and the fat boss smiled.

"It worked!" Old Tom laughed out loud, "Thulick, you're really there!" ”

"Prizes, prizes! But that's not the end of it, Daddy. It's just trapping this guy and trying to find a way to get rid of it. ”

"Yes, yes, that's right! Say it, what to do, I listen to you! ”

The two magic scrolls were placed in such a huge behemoth, and Old Tom was now obedient to Qiu Ling.

"Dad, it's definitely up to you next."

"No problem!"

While the stitching monster was still struggling in the quagmire, Fang Qiuling asked Old Tom to pull out the Strike of Clarity, and then poured all the bottles of No. 8 holy water on the blade.

"The stitching is too big, otherwise it is the best way to evolve directly with holy water. There are many ways to deal with Stitching on the battlefield, but they all require the use of heavy weapons and, at the very least, siege crossbows. If it is a strong person of the silver rank, it can be cut directly, and the elemental power of civilization can ensure that it is suppressed. Now we don't have heavy weapons, daddy's strength...... Is it the pinnacle of black iron? To kill it, there is only one way to attack the 'Soul Fire'. ”

After pouring a bottle of holy water, Fang Qiuling's right hand gently brushed over the blade of the sword, mobilizing his little magic power, trying to resonate with the holy water to temporarily enchant the blow of Zhanguang.

"Daddy, do you know what 'soul fire' is? You can think of soul fire as the heart of the undead. Come up to their hearts, and they're finished! ”

A very easy-to-understand explanation, Old Tom nodded after listening to it: "Where is that guy's soul fire?" ”

"I don't know......" Fang Qiuling shook his head, "This guy is a stitching monster, it is spliced together with countless corpses, it is difficult to judge where the soul fire is." Most of the time, the soul fire of the undead is usually in the head. ”

"Oh! I know, skeleton soldiers, they won't move if you smash their heads off! ”

"yes, that's pretty much what it means. Zombies, skeletons, and the like can be killed by breaking the soul fire in their heads. So...... Why don't you try slashing your head a few times first? The light on the Strike of Zhan Light suddenly brightened, Fang Qiuling was slightly stunned, and then his face showed joy, "The enchantment has been successful!" Daddy, I've sharpened my weapon. This sword should be able to 'sharpen iron like clay'! You try. But it won't last long! ”

From the book I saw how to use holy water, this is the first time I have tried it. I was a little surprised that I succeeded in one attempt.

"'Sharpen iron like clay'? Pretty sharp, right? Okay, I got it! I'll try cutting off my head, and if it doesn't work, I'll break it off! ”

Old Tom shook the blow of light in his hand, took a deep breath, and charged at the stitching monster.