Chapter 154 Fever

"Tch, the vitality is too tenacious!" I frowned and said angrily. I didn't know why, but I felt unusually irritable.

After forty or fifty chops in a row, out of the corner of my eye, another rotten flesh puppet that I had chopped into two pieces had also healed, and it was walking towards me swaying with its arms raised.

"How annoying!" I whispered, took two steps forward, came to it, waved my hand, and split it into two pieces again.

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

Another seventy or eighty cuts.

The half of the carrion puppet's body has been chopped into minced meat by me, but I still haven't gotten the desired result.

Swinging the knife, he once again chopped down the carrion puppet that had just healed a few steps away.

I returned to my original position and began to perform inhumane acts of cruelty on the other half of the carrion puppet's body.

This time, he made hundreds of cuts, during which he took the time twice to chop down the carrion puppet a few steps away so as not to get in the way.

After a hundred cuts, not only did I not feel my anger being poured out, on the contrary, it actually became stronger and stronger.

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

Just when I thought it was definitely immortal, Dang! There was a crisp sound, and the sword hit something hard.

At the same time, the carrion puppet's broken body also trembled violently.

found it!

I was secretly happy in my heart, raised my Zanmatachi, and struck the same position again. 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 shrank, turning into a pile of dry and hard bacon with just a breath.

All the stinky juices in the rotten flesh were drained out, first slowly flowing to the ground, and then slowly seeping into the cracks in the rocks, leaving only a dark oily sheen.

There was a soft tinkling sound.

A copper coin stumbled out, hit the stone surface beside it, spun around, and then lay down unwillingly.

However, I didn't bend down to pick it up, but fell into deep thinking.

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

Soon, such a conjecture appeared in my mind: "Could it be said that not all monsters in the dungeon turn into black smoke after they die?" "

Looking back, the same was true for the stone shell monster on the twelfth floor. No matter how I hacked it to death, it would first harden, then crack, and then turn into yellow sand.

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

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

I don’t know why, but every time the Zanmatada sword strikes, every time I hear the dull sound of blood and flesh splattering, I feel a strange pleasure rising from the bottom of my heart that I can’t suppress.

what 's wrong?

I suddenly stopped my hand and threw the Zanmatachi aside. My eyes widened and I looked at everything on the ground in disbelief.

The rotten flesh puppet that I kept hacking turned into a few shrunken pieces of bacon, lying dry on the ground.

And its dead remains, the piece of bacon, together with the bacon left by the previous carrion puppet, were chopped into pieces by me, and several of them were crushed to pieces by me unconsciously.

When did I become so violent?

Looking at the carrion puppet on the ground that was brutally beaten to death by me, and the tragic and messy scene, I couldn't even believe that I was responsible for all of this.

I often do this kind of thing by killing the enemy, but this is the first time I have done this cruel and inhumane method of flogging the corpse after killing the enemy.

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

I only vaguely remember that my mind went blank at that time, and all my words and deeds were dominated by an inexplicable violence and pleasure.

When I thought of that 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 afraid since I came to Zephyr Continent.

I have encountered all kinds of dangers before, many plots, being surrounded, and facing dozens or even dozens of times more enemies. Even when I fell into a crack in the space and encountered that kind of nine-headed dragon that defied the heavens, I still couldn't help it. No fear was felt.

Danger, conspiracy, enemies, and nine-headed dragons, although these all threaten my life, they can be touched and felt. Even the most terrifying nine-headed dragon is only tyrannical in strength. As long as I escaped, and one day I will be strong enough to compete with it.

However, this thing that gives me a very bad feeling right now is something I cannot fathom or touch.

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

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

Faintly, I felt the chest tightness coming back again. I subconsciously reached out my hand and lightly beat my chest, hoping to relieve the trouble caused by the chest tightness.

As soon as my fist touched my skin, a burning sting came from my chest.

The pain made me cough, and when I lowered my head, I suddenly discovered that at some point, there was a black circle on my chest. It was as big as a fist, like a birthmark, or like a blood stasis caused by creation.

When I touch it tentatively with my fingers, a burning sensation ignites instantly, which makes me unbearably painful.

Well.

There was also a layer of cold sweat on my forehead. I frowned and murmured: "What, what is this?"

To get more precise information, I tried touching the halo with my finger again.

Another wave of burning pain.

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

I thought silently, paying more and more attention to this thing.

Unexpectedly, the more I paid attention to it, the more uneasy I felt.

The more uneasy I felt, the more my mood began to become inexplicably irritable.

He even wanted to pick up the zanmatachi next to him, rush into the fourteenth floor, and kill him hard to relieve his anger.

As soon as I thought about it, my hand unconsciously grabbed the Zanmatada sword on the side.

As soon as his fingers touched the handle of the knife, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he suddenly woke up again.

"What's wrong with me?"

Bending over, he held the handle of the knife with two fingers, his heart beating violently, and his chest began to burn faintly again.

I was quiet for a few seconds before my heartbeat calmed down. While my mind was still clear, I quickly grabbed the zanmatachi, rubbed it on my pants twice randomly, and sheathed the sword.

I subconsciously held my forehead, and it felt hot. Only then did I realize that I had an inexplicable fever!