Chapter 632 First Kill of the Hybrid Biological Complex
Ignoring the filth covering him, Feng landed smoothly in mid-air and sheathed the two short blades in his hands.
"Phew~"
He caught his breath slightly, already knowing that his attack had killed the enemy!
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At this moment, everyone was stunned. They had never expected that Feng could perform such a difficult killing move.
That's insane, so damn cool!
"Boss, boss, our boss is truly awesome!" The fat man excitedly stomped his feet on the spot, as if he had personally killed the "slime".
"Wow, that's amazing..." Xiao Zhao clenched his fist, his eyes filled with admiration.
Hank and his group, who had been hiding in the back, also emerged from their spots, stunned. They couldn't even bear to imagine what had just happened...
Han Shuo slowly lowered his arm, which was holding the Tang sword, and his mouth opened involuntarily.
He stared at the large circular hole that had appeared in the center of the "slime's" body. Through the hole, he could see the wall behind it. For a moment, he couldn't find any words to praise Feng.
"That's a bit... exaggerated."
He gave a bitter laugh; the power of the wind had once again overturned his previous understanding of it.
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Soon, the slime stopped moving completely, and its piled-up rotting flesh gradually began to disintegrate.
"Crackling and popping!"
The dismembered pieces of flesh kept hitting the ground, and at that moment, the stench in the air seemed to reach its peak.
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"vomit--!"
The fat man pinched his nose and gagged; he had never smelled such a foul odor before.
Not only him, but everyone present changed their expressions; some covered their noses, and some held their breath.
brush!
Han Shuo sheathed his Tang sword, turned and walked towards the gate not far ahead, leaving behind a single sentence without looking back.
"Uh... Fatty, it's up to you to dig out the turbid liquid."
The other side of the gate should be the location they are looking for. This kind of "good thing" of treasure hunting should naturally be done by the fat man.
Feng didn't say anything, turned around and followed closely with Xiao Zhao.
Hank and his group glanced at the fat man with sympathy and hurried after him.
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Before long, only the fat man was left at the scene.
His face twitched slightly, a forced smile playing on his lips, as he stood alone, bewildered in the wind.
"Good heavens, you expect me to search for sludge in this pile of rotten flesh?"
Okay, he does enjoy treasure hunting, but it depends on the environment.
At this moment, regardless of how disgusting the pile of rotten meat in front of him was, the smell alone made him feel nauseous.
But... who told him to have this habit?
After standing there for a while, the fat man finally managed to console himself.
He hopped and skipped across the rotting flesh that resembled mud on the ground and arrived in front of the pile of stinking meat.
He pinched his nose with his left hand and searched for a while with an axe in his right, finally finding the turbid liquid near a small piece of purple flesh.
And so, the fat man suppressed his nausea and collected the turbid liquid into the bottle.
Then, as he checked the scale, all his previous displeasure vanished instantly.
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"Ha ha ha ha!"
The fat man laughed maniacally because this complex creature they had just encountered had produced a full 100 drops of turbid liquid.
100 drops, 100 drops! That's enough for them to kill 5 giant zombies, or many, many ordinary mutants...
He had never seen a necromancer produce so much turbid fluid.
"So satisfying, hahaha, so satisfying..."
A stench assaulted his nostrils again, and the fat man hurriedly left, excitedly shouting as he ran quickly into the gate ahead.
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At the same time, after leading everyone into the target location, Han Shuo quickly surveyed the surrounding environment.
This is the core area of the factory where submarines are manufactured. The space is very spacious, with rows of large and complex machines placed on both sides of the aisle.
Seeing that there weren't too many zombies here, he quickly led Xiao Zhao to start clearing them out.
As for the wind, seeing that he no longer needed to take action, it vanished from its spot in the blink of an eye.
His final strike to kill the slime left him covered in filth, and all he wanted now was to find a place to clean himself off as quickly as possible...
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Han Shuo and Xiao Zhao had just killed a small number of zombies when they turned around and saw the fat man arriving with a bottle of turbid liquid.
"Guess, you guys quickly guess how many drops of turbid liquid that soft-bodied monster exploded."
Han Shuo was too lazy to argue with him and continued killing zombies, replying casually.
"I won't guess, just tell me."
"cut!"
The fat man pouted and put on an unhappy face, his excitement unconsciously dampened.
"Here, 100 drops, I'll keep them for you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao instinctively stopped what he was doing.
"100 drops?"
Clearly, this discovery surprised him somewhat.
However, Han Shuo nodded in satisfaction. This was pretty much what he had predicted. After all, it was such a troublesome zombie creature that it was not surprising that it produced more turbid liquid.
"Alright, stop discussing this and get back to work."
He waved his hand, ending the brief conversation, turned around, gave an order to the fat man, and prepared to leave.
"You and Xiao Zhao finish cleaning up the rest of the zombies. I'm going to wash myself."
"Oh, I see..."
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On the other side, the wind returned to the seaside. He took off all his dirty clothes and, undeterred by the cold, jumped into the sea.
He washed himself for a long time in the icy cold seawater before he could wash all the filth off his body.
After climbing to the shore, he rummaged through his backpack and found a clean set of white clothes to change into, but his face turned pale and he couldn't stop coughing.
"Cough, cough..."
Feng opened his palm and saw a patch of blood on it. He frowned and muttered to himself.
"In the end, it was because this battle lasted too long. The high-intensity activity caused some of the old injuries in my body to flare up again."
"Can my broken body hold out until the great battle begins...?"
Just then, he saw Han Shuo walking over from a distance and quietly hid his bloodstained hand.
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The two exchanged a smile, and Han Shuo, unaware of anything unusual about Feng, simply greeted him.
"Feng, are you done washing?"
"Hmm." Feng nodded, his expression returning to normal, without saying anything more.
"Okay, wait for me, we'll go back together in a bit."
After Han Shuo finished speaking with a smile, he also jumped into the sea.
"Hiss—it's so cold."
Shivering, he quickly washed off the filth and changed into clean clothes.
The two then returned to the factory with ice crystals still in their hair.
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