Chapter 254 The Picky Monster

"Ah! He bit me!"

“Run!”

"He ate Wei Tao's arm!"

The sound came from the end of the corridor.

Song Mang ran out immediately and looked in the direction where those people were running.

I saw a lot of blood flowing out of the door of the room at the end of the corridor, and some small pieces of flesh and blood remained in the blood.

Gala, galah.

The sound of something chewing bones echoed in the corridor, accompanied by crying and whimpering.

"Help, help, someone please save me..."

"Why is my joker useless? Someone please save me... I don't want to die..."

Song Mang and Xi Jinzhi's room was very close to the stairs, and the escaping players ran past them.

Song Mang grabbed a player and asked, "What's going on over there? Who bit someone?"

"Aunt Bai's son!"

The player said anxiously, "Don't pull me, run quickly, what if he runs out and eats people? Aunt Bai's son is not a human, he is a monster!

His mouth is full of teeth, just like a shark, and he even bit my spiritual weapon to pieces!"

After he said that, he struggled to break free from Song Mang's hand and rushed down to the first floor as fast as he could.

"It can even bite a cultivator's spiritual weapon with ease. It seems it's a pretty powerful monster."

Song Mang raised his eyebrows playfully.

She looked towards the room at the end of the corridor again and heard some movement coming from inside the room.

A figure crawled out of the room, covered in blood.

The man's face was pale, without a trace of blood, like a dead person. His legs were a little weak and trembling, and his eyes were full of fear and terror.

Not long after he crawled out of the room, he was so scared that he ran a few steps and fell to the ground.

Song Mang discovered that he had a broken arm and was bleeding profusely from the broken part, so she walked towards him.

"Are you okay?"

Song Mang pulled him up from the ground.

"No problem, thank you!"

Wei Tao didn't expect that someone would dare to come this way, and said to her anxiously, "Hurry up, leave here!"

Song Mang reached out and pressed a point on his body to stop the bleeding from his broken arm.

As she dragged him away, she asked, "What happened just now? How did your arm get bitten off?"

Wei Tao said tremblingly, "We...we made some food and brought it up. Aunt Bai's son is lying in bed and can't move. Aunt Bai said he needs someone to feed him before he can eat.

But he was filled with a strong ghost aura! The others were afraid of being attacked by him, so they refused to feed him. So they asked me to bring him the food. But he ended up knocking over the food and biting off one of my arms!

As for why they let him go over to feed, of course it was because he was an ordinary person among the group of people who came up together, and the joker in his hand was not as powerful as others.

He hadn't wanted to feed the strange kid, but ended up getting beaten up by another player.

Song Mang asked again, "He ate your arm?"

"I should eat it..."

Wei Tao was a little uncertain.

“Why should?”

"When he bit off my arm, I saw that he looked disgusted and said that my meat had no taste. But when I ran out, I seemed to hear him chewing something."

"After he bit off your arm, did he attack other players? Did he bite off one player's spiritual weapon?"

"right!"

Wei Tao nodded. "Although he was lying in bed and couldn't move his legs, he could use his hands to crawl down. He crawled very fast!"

Song Mang suddenly stopped and pulled Wei Tao to stop with him. The two of them were standing at the stairs.

"Why did you stop?"

Wei Tao said quickly, "Girl, let's go down quickly and find a place to hide! If he gets out, we'll be caught up quickly and will definitely be eaten!"

"He didn't chase out."

Song Mang looked back and saw nothing in the corridor. “If my guess is correct, he should not be able to leave the room, and he prefers to eat the flesh of monks.

Because you are not a cultivator, there is no spiritual energy in your flesh and blood, so he dislikes it and says it has no taste."

Based on the speed described by Wei Tao, if that thing could have been chased out, it would have knocked down several people by now, and there was no way those people would have escaped.

Song Mang thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of high-grade healing medicine and said to him, "Do you dare to go back and take a look? If your arm hasn't been eaten yet, you can pick it up and put it back on."

This healing medicine can directly put your arm back together, and you'll be able to use it normally in an hour or two."

This is the top-grade healing pill that Zhu Wuyou gave to Song Mang. It can help cultivators recover from injuries quickly, and the effect is even better for an ordinary person like Wei Tao.

Wei Tao didn't hear any movement behind him, so he looked back cautiously.

He made sure that the thing didn't catch up, then he looked at Song Mang and said, "I... I can't beat him, those cultivators just now were no match for him, let alone me!

What if he didn't eat me just now because he thought I was tasteless and wanted to eat other monks? But now that the monks have run away, what should he do if he wants to eat me again? "

"Then go take a look at the door."

Song Mang said, "He can't get out anyway, let's check at the door to see if the arm is still there. If it is, I'll help you get it out. If not, let's leave.

Or are you afraid to go and see it? If so, you will be a one-armed man forever."

As he spoke, Song Mang took out the bone staff.

She casually swung the bone staff in her hand, and it turned into nine pieces of white bone whip, emitting a terrifying ghost aura.

Stronger than the monster in that room!

Wei Tao felt that this ghost energy was very powerful, and then he realized that Song Mang might be a big boss.

Since she was willing to help him, he definitely didn't want to be a one-armed man, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you are willing to help me get my arm back, then I will go with you to take a look!"

"Well, let's go."

The two returned to the end of the corridor.

Song Mang stood at the door and could just see what was happening inside the room. There was a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen lying on a luxurious European-style bed.

The young man had a pale face and a thin body. He lay motionless on the bed, but his lips were red and stained with blood.

At this time he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

The floor beside the bed was covered in blood, with some weapon fragments and a complete arm lying around.

"He didn't eat."

Song Mang narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that he wants to eat cultivators and has no interest in ordinary people."

I just don't know if all the ghosts in this dungeon like to eat monks, or if this is just special.

If it were all like this, Song Wenqi would be safer, because Song Wenqi has no spiritual power.

"Let me help you get your arm out."

Song Mang swung the nine-piece bone whip in his hand and threw it directly into the room.

A ball of ghost energy emanated from the nine-piece white bone whip, wrapped around the arm on the ground, and rolled it out.

Wei Tao stared at the boy on the bed nervously the whole time, afraid that he would wake up.

Just when Song Mang was about to roll his arm out, Wei Tao noticed that the boy's nose moved, and then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Song Mang.

The young man looked straight at Song Mang, and a smile suddenly appeared on his crimson mouth. The corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, and his bloody mouth almost split to the back of his ears.

“Flavorful meat…”

He murmured something, then disappeared on the bed as a shadow.