The People Walking in Dungeons Are Surely Not Normal

Chapter 153 Carrion Puppet

I thought about it, and finally hit my head with the scabbard.

After a soft thud, I entered the state of trying to remember again.

However, I still couldn't think of anything.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: Yes, that's a wake-up call for others, and a wake-up call for me, can it be the same!

I had just taken six or seven steps when I heard a soft sound behind me, like the sound of falling sand.

"Is there something strange?" I drew out the knife alertly and turned around suddenly. When I saw it, I almost peed with fear.

Come on, is this a furry thing?

With a loud shout, I jumped more than two meters away. The Zanmatada sword kept shaking in my hand, and I almost threw it as a throwing knife.

In front of us, less than two meters apart, one. No, perhaps a pile is more appropriate.

It was a pile of rotten meat. It was a gray mass, and it could be vaguely seen as a human shape, but there was nothing that a human should have.

Occasionally, turbid liquid would drip from the blurry face, hitting the 'arm' which was a mass of flesh and blood, making a disgusting squeaking sound.

Its body is also made up of pieces of rotten flesh. About the left rib, there is a piece of rotten flesh hanging there, constantly dangling. There is also a small piece of skin-like thing attached to the edge of the rotten flesh, with some growths growing on it. A few hairs half an inch long.

Please forgive me for not being able to tell whether it is human hair or other animal hair, because this thing is so disgusting and makes me feel very disgusted.

This thing made of flesh and blood stood opposite me, staring at me for a long time with two balls of rotten flesh shaped like eyes. Then, from somewhere, a disgusting gurgling sound came out, as if someone was gagging.

After a few sounds, it took steps and started moving.

Maybe it's because of disgust. This monster's pace is very heavy and its speed is not fast, but it always gives me an uneasy feeling.

I took two steps back, the Zanmatada sword was already standing across my chest, and I subconsciously said to myself: "This thing is just a puppet made of rotten flesh?"

I was stunned, and countless pictures flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern. However, in less than a second, the pictures stopped.

There are no pictures on the screen, but there are a lot of words. The top few big words are clearly: Carrion Puppet.

Yes, I remembered, the monster guarding the fourteenth floor is the Carrion Puppet.

I remember that the Adventurer's Manual describes it like this: a monster made of a pile of carrion. It is not fast and does average damage, but it has strong toxin contagion. Once the wound is touched by them, infection will easily occur. Phenomenon such as suppuration and ulceration.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and stared at the carrion puppet in front of me unfriendlyly. My heart was shaking: I'm going to choke you. This is simply a mobile biological weapon!

Seeing the carrion puppet approaching, I hesitated: Should I cut or hide?

Judging from the materials it is made of, there is no doubt that it cannot withstand the fate of being cut into pieces by me. However, the stinking rotten flesh on its body and the inexplicable toxins contained in the rotten flesh make me very afraid.

What if the tachi is stained with a lingering stench?

What if the poison on it resides on the blade and spreads after I leave the dungeon?

However, if I don't chop it, how can I have the courage to chop down a carrion golem?

God knows how many bloody flesh golems are wandering in this long tunnel.

In this dilemma, I couldn't find the right answer.

In the midst of the trouble, I felt vaguely upset and agitated.

Less than a foot away, the rotten flesh puppet launched its first attack at me. It used its pair of flesh pillars shaped like arms to hit the top of my head hard.

I ducked to the side and dodged.

The blow was empty.

The flesh puppet turned back and faced me again, shaking its body with rotten flesh, and pounced on me again.

"Damn, it's not over yet!" I yelled angrily, but the knife in my hand still refused to be cut down.

I really don't want to be exposed to those foul smells.

The rotten flesh puppet failed to hit me several times in a row. However, some fishy liquid splashed onto my body along its swinging arm.

Slippery and greasy, it made me feel nauseous.

hateful!

I frowned angrily, but finally, I made up my mind and slashed down with my sword.

puff.

There was a muffled sound, as if it had been cut into the cotton ball. With a little force, it slashed downwards, like a knife cutting through tofu, removing most of its body.

With a bang, half of the body that had been chopped off fell to the ground, splashing a lot of meat juice.

I jumped away quickly, fearing that I would not be able to catch him.

Just when I had just settled down, another muffled sound came from behind me.

Turning around, he saw another carrion puppet dangling with meat juice and a foul smell.

This time, I took the initiative to attack and arrived in front of it in two or three steps. With a swing of my knife, I cut half of its body to the ground.

After cutting it off, I raised the knife horizontally and looked at the blade surface carefully. I couldn't help but grin and frown - a light layer of grease hung on the blade surface, exuding a pungent stench.

"How disgusting!" I complained silently in my heart: "I don't know if this thing can be wiped off. What if?"

While I was thinking about it, I saw a dark thing squirming in my peripheral vision.

I subconsciously turned around and looked around, but I saw that the rotten flesh puppet that I had cut in half before was squirming together like two slugs. The place where it was cut apart seemed to be covered with glue, slowly Glue it up.

After a few breaths, the rotten flesh puppet got up again, carrying a stench all over its body and hanging with scattered pieces of meat.

I wiped it, but he didn’t die!

I frowned, and two thoughts came to my mind at the same time: This guy is either immortal, or it is similar to the stone shell monster I encountered before, with a core!

In contrast, I would rather it be immortal so that I don't have to force myself to kill it.

As long as you dodge carefully, even if they form a guard of honor and attack me, they still won't be able to touch a hair on my head.

Before the newly healed rotten flesh puppet could make any move, I swung my knife and cut its body into two pieces again.

Looking at the fault plane, apart from the carrion on both sides, I didn’t see anything I expected.

I didn’t believe in evil and continued to chop with my knife.

The Zhanmatada sword flashed with cold light and made a series of pop-pop-pop sounds. The carrion flew everywhere and juices splashed everywhere. After a while, dozens of drops of fishy and greasy juices splashed on my pants and body.

Even though it has been chopped beyond recognition, the mass of rotten flesh in front of me is still squirming. Even when I swing the knife, rotten flesh sprouts will still stretch out and squirm towards another piece of meat.

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