After intimidating Xiangli, Xiangnu left him alone and concentrated on dealing with the female corpse in front of him.
The tentacles acting as tongues in the female corpse's mouth are very flexible and aggressive. Relatively speaking, the female corpse itself is very dull and rigid.
The female corpse was originally motionless, but after the tentacles started to move, the female corpse also started to move stumblingly.
It is not very accurate to say that the movement is not very accurate, because the distance that the female corpse moves is very small, it can only be said that the movement range is very small and the leg is raised, and the movement of the leg is not smooth.
The tentacles were attacking frantically, reloading back and forth in this small bedroom.
The speed and strength of its collision were very fierce, and Xiang Nu had no doubt that this force could directly smash open the fragile walls and doors of the clothes.
It was precisely because of this understanding that when Xiangnu inadvertently looked back and saw that the door that had been hit by the tentacles for a long time before was not worn out at all, a trace of surprise floated in his heart.
Afterwards, Xiangnu deliberately did not resist, but chose to dodge, avoiding several rampage hits by the tentacles.
Taking this opportunity, Xiang Nu finally discovered the reason why the tentacles did not leave any traces in the room.
Whenever the tentacles hit the wall, a layer of light white light would appear on the wall to dissipate the giant force invisible.
This white light doesn't look like a horror technique, but is full of metaphysical techniques, which reminded Xiangnu of Tian Yanzong involuntarily.
Looking at this hideous tentacle again, the ugly appearance and the slime splashing from the lower hole made Xiangnu feel familiar...
While Xiangnu was thinking, wisps of mucus landed on Xiangnu's body when he was not prepared, corroding the skin on Xiangnu's arm and burning a large piece of his skin.
… suffered a lot of injuries today.
Xiangnu thought full of hostility that the hotel and the scene outside the hotel also began to change.
The black in the white mist became thicker and deeper, and countless crazy screams and howls penetrated into everyone's eardrums from far away.
Along with howling in pain, there were bursts of crazy laughter and bursts of rhythmic drums, which sounded like the scene of some kind of event.
Several taskers at Aunt Mei's place, including Feng and Jia, showed pained expressions after hearing the drumbeats, covering their heads and feeling dizzy.
Only Qingfeng was quite normal, but he also covered his ears and emptied his mind, not daring to deliberately listen to those voices, but murmured: "It's a living sacrifice..."
In room 1906, Xiangli lay stiffly on the bed and couldn't move. He opened his eyes wide in horror. Those voices penetrated into his ears, filling his eyes with hallucinations.
In a trance, Xiangli felt as if he had become one of those voices, howling together with those screaming voices, enduring unparalleled pain, like falling into hell.
"Brother, help me..." Xiangli murmured.
It's a pity that Xiangnu ignored him, his whole body was covered with scorched black, like a deity walking out of the fire, without a specific image, but it made people feel radiant, and they could only look up.
He deftly avoided the tentacle's attack, stepped forward and grabbed the female corpse's neck, pinched the root of the messy tentacle, and pulled it out from the female corpse's mouth.
The female corpse 'retched' following Xiangnu's movements, looking extremely painful, but unable to fight back.
She raised her hand with difficulty, holding Xiangnu's wrist and moaning: "Kill, woo... him!"
"Kill who?" Xiangnu asked.
"He!" The female corpse did not have the specific name of that person, but Xiangnu seemed to understand the meaning of the female corpse, and showed her a smile... Of course, in this state, he does not have a specific appearance, and the smile is naturally unrecognizable .
Xiangnu replied: "Okay, give me this tentacle."
The female corpse slowly closed her eyes and gradually turned into a real dead thing. Xiangnu pulled the tentacles straight out of her body, dragging them out two or three meters long.
"Red Queen." Xiang Nu stared at the tentacles and said.
He looked at this big tentacle, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he felt. He understood rationally that his strength would increase greatly after eating this tentacle, but Xiangnu believed that normal people would not have an appetite looking at this thing.
This tentacle is even more disgusting than the nectar of the worm mother that Dr. X forcefully stuffed at the beginning, making it impossible to eat.
Fortunately, after breaking away from the female corpse, the tentacles seemed to have lost their will, lying on the ground dumbfounded and not responding.
The black mist and sound gradually moved away from the hotel, and Xiangnu's posture gradually returned to normal.
It's just that the wound corroded by the mucus has recovered completely, but the tooth marks on the collarbone have not disappeared.
Xiangnu stared at the tentacle on the ground for a few seconds, stood up solemnly, decided to put this thing away first, and then walked to the side of the female corpse.
It may be because before Xiangnu turned into a monster, he had been thinking about disembowelling Xiangli. After he turned into a monster, he had ten extremely sharp and sharp nails.
With just a light stroke of the long nails, a long gash was formed in the center line of the female corpse's chest.
Xiangnu peeled off that layer of flesh casually, revealing the decayed inside of the female corpse.
Her chest was a mess, maybe it was because she had been dead for too long, or maybe it was because the tentacle took root, there was only a blurred mass of black flesh inside, and the only color that existed was a small spot on the lower left. Large hole in the spleen.
Obviously, the previous tentacles were rooted on it.
Xiangnu cocked his fingers to prevent the sharp nails from directly cutting the small internal organs into pieces and shattering into eight petals.
Holding his spleen, Xiangnu walked up to the stiff Xiangracoon on the bed, admiring his frightened expression with a smile on his face for a long time, and finally said softly, "Brother, I've ripped you open again."
Xiangli closed his eyes tremblingly, hardly daring to look.
There was a strange feeling in his chest, not painful, but it made him tremble from the soul.
The skin and flesh slowly separated and rolled outwards, making the wound bigger and bigger, and the cold wind seemed to blow into his body along the wound, bringing the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow to Xiangli.
He closed his eyes, and his forehead was covered with fine and dense cold sweat. He felt his fingers flipping back and forth in his flesh for a long time, but he didn't dare to ask a question.
It wasn't until a long time later, when he felt his flesh being pulled together, that Xiangli slowly opened his eyes and asked cautiously, "What did you put in my body just now?"
Xiangnu gave him a cold look, but did not answer, but opened the door, poked his head out and looked outside.
Because of the distance from the voice, the condition of the taskers is a little bit better. Just as they heard what Aunt Mei said, they walked out from Aunt Mei and rushed to Xiangnu's side, ready to see what happened to Xiangnu's side. By the way, I would like to ask if the movement just now has anything to do with Xiangnu and the others.
Xiangnu poked his head out to look at the people who were coming, stretched out his hand to stop their progress, and called Qingfeng alone: "Don't come here, just come here."
Several other people looked at each other, and Huang Xin said rather maliciously: "Brother Xiang, everyone is participating in this mission, and we all have the right to know, why don't you let us go!"
Xiangnu narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds, then asked in a subtle tone: "Are you sure you want to come in?"
Huang Xin glanced at him vigilantly, Xiangnu sneered, and said to Wang Qiaoqiao and the others: "Perhaps, you can ask Wang Qiaoqiao and the others what is in room 1906 first."
Huang Xin twitched his face and couldn't help asking: "Where is what?"
When he was asking, Qingfeng trotted up to Xiangnu's side and said loudly, "I'm coming!"
It was too late for Huang Xin and the others to stop him, so Xiangnu pulled Qingfeng into the door, and directly closed the door heavily, shutting out several people.
Qingfeng glanced at the dumb raccoon on the bed, and asked Xiangnu, "Little brother, why did you ask me to come here?"
Xiangnu didn't bother to correct his name, so he pulled Qingfeng to squat down beside the tentacles, gestured awkwardly, and asked, "This thing... do you have any magic to make it smaller?"
Qingfeng lowered his head and meditated, as if he had begun to study. Xiangnu stood up and hit the wall with a wooden stick while he was observing. The shallow light on the wall flashed with his movements, making Qingfeng looked up.
Qingfeng looked at him in a daze, and Xiangnu asked: "Is this thing on the wall the masterpiece of the suzerain?"
His guess is actually unfounded, but Xiangnu thinks that the tentacle looks like the hand of the Red Queen, but the Red Queen should not appear here, but if she appears, then it is normal for more people to appear matter…
Qingfeng thought for a few seconds, then nodded cautiously.
Xiangnu murmured: "It seems that this thing is really Mr. Yu's masterpiece. Was it specially sent to give me nourishment? He has been thinking about me... But, speaking of it, Mr. Yu has not been in touch this time. And me?"
Of course, it's not that Xiangnu misses Yu Su so much, it's just that Yu Su always forced to open his task panel to chat with him when he was doing tasks, but this time he didn't say a word, it's really strange.
Qingfeng squatted on the ground, lowered his head and picked his fingers, and asked in a low voice after hearing the words: "How do I get in touch?"
Xiangnu looked at the bright red mole on the palm of his left hand, Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at him quickly, as if he had finally seized the opportunity to say something after holding back for a long time, and said quickly: "This is your copy, your world! He can do some things only with your consent. If you don’t want him to open the panel, of course he can’t talk to you.”
Listening to Qingfeng's words, Xiangnu always felt that there was deep resentment in the words, which really didn't sound like Qingfeng himself.
Thinking of someone's narrow-mindedness, he let go of his hand uncomfortably, blaming himself for talking too much, asking what he was doing politely, thinking this way in his heart, but denying on his face: "So there is such a saying? But I don't know, I haven't received any special reminders."
His words seemed to press a switch, and almost instantly, the red mole on his palm began to heat up, as if reminding Xiangnu that someone was contacting him.
It's just that the panel didn't jump out like before. This time, Xiangnu himself can control the panel.
Xiangnu shook his palm curiously, and pointed his finger on the red mole, pressing down the temperature to subside.
When he lowered his head, Qingfeng was sneakily looking at him, Xiangnu raised his foot and lifted his butt lightly, and said softly: "Look what I'm doing, you find a way to make this tentacle smaller and let me take it out."
Qingfeng complained: "Overqualified, I was not sent to you to do these things."
Xiang Nu looked him up and down, squinted his long and narrow eyes and asked, "Then what is the purpose of your coming here? Tell me? I don't quite understand yet."
Qingfeng glanced at him meaningfully, opened his hands, puffed up his cheeks and blew heavily into his palms.
No abnormality appeared.
Qingfeng whispered: "The core of this city is the villa, because everything starts from your villa. And the core belongs to you, so this city also belongs to you, but to be precise, only the core belongs to you Yes... and your villa is also part of the five elements and formation."
"In other words, in fact, you are also a part of the sacrifice. It's just not as obvious as the part of the sacrificial raccoon."
When Qingfeng said this, Xiangli, who was lying on the bed unable to move, immediately had a look in his eyes, and turned his eyes vigorously to look at Xiangnu's face.
An obscure light flashed across Xiangnu's eyes, and he stroked the red mole on his palm with his fingers: "Is that so..."
It seems that this task is a little more troublesome than he imagined, and it's not a copy of his flat push welfare.