This complete lunatic!

Crocodile Xin didn't dare to look up, the scales on the back of his neck trembling slightly with fear. He said, "Yes, they salvaged the beasts and orc corpses from the mountain torrent..."

"Orc corpse?" Fu Ying raised his eyebrows.

The Black Crocodile Tribe is indeed a gray area. They do not care about meat or vegetables, and they even take the corpses of orcs.

"Yes... the people below are ignorant and very hungry..." Crocodile Xin answered cautiously.

Ni gently placed Fu Ying on the bone pile in the swamp, and put the serrated vine umbrella in her palm. Then he turned to E Xin and said in a deep voice, "Bring the corpse infected with the plague here."

Crocodile Xin did not dare to delay. With a wave of his hand, two orcs carried over a corpse wrapped in reeds.

Fu Ying stood on the bone pile and looked down. It was only two or three days since the flash flood, but the body had become horribly shriveled, with sunken eye sockets and skinny bones, as if it had been eaten away by something.

Ni's purple pupils were filled with a deadly and cold dark light. He suddenly closed his five fingers together, and vines grew wildly, wrapping around the heart of the corpse. With a muffled "puff" sound, he accurately gouged out a beast crystal.

The serrations on the vines greedily crushed and devoured the animal crystals, making a creepy sound.

Fu Ying stared at Ni's tall and straight back, her rosy lips gently pursed into a line.

It turns out that the one in a million plant orcs are not bound by the laws of the Beast God, and even if they devour beast crystals, they will not become fallen orcs.

No wonder, in just a few months, Ni's secondary personality reached the Nine-Star Realm with overwhelming force.

As the beast crystal shattered, Crocodile Xin's face turned paler and his head drooped even lower.

On the other side, the moment the beast crystal left the body, the corpse shriveled up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, strange bulges suddenly appeared under the skin of the corpse, as if there was a living creature crawling underneath, pushing out wavy lines on the thin skin of the corpse, which looked a bit weird.

He tilted his head, and the vines suddenly pierced through the wriggling waves.

“Puff—”

The corpse cavity suddenly exploded, and a bug as big as a fist broke out of the body. The dense fangs in the ring-shaped mouthparts were dripping with foul-smelling mucus, and the flesh and blood inside the corpse had already been devoured clean.

Dozens of insects lost the cover of their corpses and were exposed to the air. They scattered in all directions like a tide, and as they ran, their dense claws made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

Crocodile Xin's face turned pale instantly. Looking at the insects running all over the ground, he staggered back with his tribesmen.

They knew very well that the orcs in the tribe died suddenly because these insects parasitized their bodies and took away their life force.

Ni's purple eyes blinked slightly, and with a slight lift of his fingertips, the raging vines wrapped around and dragged back all the ferocious insects with bared fangs and claws. The ferocious insects' serrated mouthparts opened and closed, splashing out smelly mucus.

He picked up a bug with his pale, slender fingertips, and the bug immediately twisted wildly!

As he looked around, the insect's sharp mouthparts bit through his skin. What was horrifying was that the bitten area turned gray and shrank rapidly like a dead leaf.

Her long, slender eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a strange shadow on her purple pupils, and her eyes were filled with a cold and dead air.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile: "...How interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of slender hands suddenly covered his palms.

"Squeak--" A shrill scream sounded, and the insect turned into ash that fell between the two people's fingers and scattered into the muddy swamp.

When Fu Ying withdrew his hand, there were still a few charred marks on his pale palm.

"You're crazy! Do you know what this is and yet you just take it? Do you think you're a cub?"

The corners of Fu Ying's narrow eyes turned up sharply, and he glared at Ni fiercely, the anger in his eyes almost turning into substance.

She grabbed Ni's wrist, looked at his withered finger that was still spreading, took a deep breath, took out some medicine powder and sprinkled it on him, but it evaporated instantly as if it fell into scorched earth.

The reversal of fingers showed no sign of easing, and continued to decay, with traces of grayness spreading like a spider web.

Fu Ying frowned and his fingertips trembled. This was a magical medicine that contained spiritual energy, but it couldn't even dispel the insect's poison?

Fu Ying pursed her lips tightly. The rainy season in the Orc Continent was indeed not simple. As it came to an end, all kinds of monsters and demons came out.

Ni bent down slightly and stared at Fu Ying's trembling eyelashes.

His purple eyes were deep, and his bony fingers lifted her chin with irresistible force, and he whispered, "Are you afraid?"

Fu Ying's eyes sparkled with a cold light: "I won't like a useless person without hands."

Ni suddenly chuckled, and gently stroked the skin of her jaw with his fingertips: "You're so stubborn."

"Don't be afraid." Ni said softly, with a strange light flowing in his purple eyes.

He decisively put his fingers together like a knife, a ray of purple light flashed, and in an instant, his slender palm was cut off from the wrist, falling into the swamp, splashing green blood.

With a "plop" sound, a drop of cold blood splashed on Fu Ying's face.

She raised her eyes and met Ni Youzi's. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Fu Ying closed his eyes and let out an almost inaudible sigh from his throat.

This complete lunatic!

In a moment, there was a sticky sound of flesh wriggling from Ni's broken wrist, and the nerves and blood vessels were entwined and intertwined like plants. However, within a few breaths, a pair of slender white hands had taken shape.

He gently turned the newborn's hand and whispered with a creepy smile: "Same."

Fu Ying suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ni crisply on the face.

She kept her pretty face calm and said nothing. She turned to look at the insect struggling madly among the vines, and her voice was filled with icy frost: "Do you recognize this thing?"

Ni was hit and turned his face away, and a dark light flashed in his purple eyes.

When he turned his head, he saw Fu Ying's white legs immersed in the mud.

He looked at the dazzling white floating in the filth, and an indescribable irritation flashed in his purple eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was extremely annoying.

Ni suddenly stepped forward, picked up Fu Ying without saying a word, and walked across the swamp towards the bamboo house.

Crocodile Xin and other beastmen from the Black Crocodile Tribe looked terrified and screamed, "High Priest—"

"High Priest, please save us—please save the Black Crocodile Tribe—"

"High Priest! Our Black Crocodile Tribe has always worshipped you—"

"Please, High Priest! Don't ignore us, we will continue to worship you! High Priest——"

Ni didn't look back, but strode away with Fu Ying in his arms. A low and hoarse voice filled with cruel pleasure came from his back.

"Save? There's nothing to save."

"The Zerg brought by the flash flood are about to devour the orcs. Just wait for death."

The footsteps faded away, and a sentence with a sinister smile floated in:

"Ah, I almost forgot. Remember... send all the beast crystals of the dead orcs here."