The flailing arm carried Huang Yingzong, who spun around on the spot. After regaining his footing, he stared intently and exclaimed, "Damn, what a bizarre lizardman!"
Shouldn't creatures that are half-human and half-animal have two normal arms like mermaids?
Why does the skink transform into a fairy with four legs? Not to mention the two human arms, why does the tail that hangs drooping on the ground also have two short legs at the front?
That's weird.
And this face is so unlike any human being. Protruding eyes, a mouth that stretches to the back of the ears, tangled strands of hair, a tongue long enough to wash its own face, and indistinguishable gender features—it's all utterly terrifying.
Huang Yingzong looked like he'd swallowed a fly, while Fu Guan's heart shattered slightly after he saw the skink clearly.
The difference between fairies and monsters is still too great. It turns out that not all non-human creatures will grow up to look like Shekh.
For someone with such high aesthetic standards as him, being embraced by this monster was worse than death.
It would be better to greet him as a lizard in its natural form; he would be more accepting of that.
The skink, exposed to everyone, was thrown away. Seeing that Fu Guan had not given any orders, the upside-down man grabbed the long tail and wrapped it around the lizardman's neck.
Shekh withdrew his gaze. This blood-soaked skink had eaten countless rotten flesh; let a mindless monster fend for itself.
She continued to devour the ghosts hiding in the shadows, but unexpectedly, the skink oozed a murky slime, and the moment the Hanged Man touched it, his palm was corroded and white smoke billowed out.
Freed from its grip, the skink lashed out with its tail, leaving deep marks on the rock face, and rocks rained down from above.
The sharp, thorn-like tail tip pierced towards Shi Jin, but Sheh grabbed it with her hand and suddenly held it in her grasp. Thick liquid gushed out with a squelching sound. She pulled back with her strength, then whipped the skink upwards and shook it violently downwards like a whip.
Dust rose from the tomb's long corridor, and the blue-tailed skink lay face down, its entire body embedded in the ground.
Shi Jin bent his knees and half-squatted, touching the skink's slime with his hand. "It's a bit like your skill."
The upside-down man crouched beside the skink's tail, inching closer to it.
Shekh glanced over and said, "That's enough, let's continue into the tomb."
Fu Guan, feeling ashamed of the card, jumped over the skink's body and moved forward.
But just as he jumped over the upper body of the skink, a hand reached out from the shadow beside him. Fu Guan retreated quickly, dodging several times, when his ankle was grabbed by another pair of cold hands.
Qian Chang kicked away the falling rock above his head and was about to help when a huge, blood-red arm grabbed his neck from behind and dragged him backward.
Qian Chang groaned in pain, and then more arms dripping with foul-smelling red and black blood emerged from the walls on both sides.
An indescribable crimson arm lashed out at the nine people, making the passage suddenly narrow. No matter how they tried to dodge, they couldn't escape the crimson arm's attack.
Blood flowed, and the stench she had smelled when she entered the cellar returned. Jiang Xiaowan couldn't help but gag. In that moment of pause, an arm seized the opportunity to pierce her heart from behind.
Lin Shu immediately pressed down on her back, grabbed the wrist of the bloody arm and snapped it backward. Unexpectedly, once the blood touched her, it spread rapidly throughout her body like a virus.
This was more lethal than the black sludge of the blind woman or the slime of the skink. An unbearable pain surged through her, and Lin Shu's steps faltered as she turned her head, almost causing her to miss an arm that appeared beside her.
After several somersaults and leaps, she arrived in front of Ye Zhan and said without any politeness, "Where's your sword? Give it to me!"
Ye Zhan snorted coldly, "I won't..."
"Give it to her." Shekh waved his hand, and the solidified black-gold spikes pierced Ye Zhan's wrist, instantly transforming into a chain that bound his hands.
Ye Zhan tensed his jaw, enduring both mental and physical torment, but Shekh had no time to look at him; his gaze had long since returned to the back of the line.
The skink's body blocked the way, and an extremely strong resentment was hidden in the darkness within reach, appearing suddenly without warning.
Its violent and ferocious aura is extremely rare; this is the most resentful ghost Shekhpei has encountered since entering the game.
Fu Guan, being the last to fall behind, naturally noticed it as well. There were many monsters in this instance, and they were quite difficult to defeat, but there was only one with a name, and he couldn't think of anyone else but Ming Pei.
The iron armor and silver spear flashed in the candlelight; he caught only a glimpse of the reflection out of the corner of his eye before a long spear swept across.
Before the gun even got close, the force of the gunshot forced the man to retreat repeatedly, leaving him powerless to defend himself.
Qian Chang, covered in blood and panting heavily, asked, "So fierce?"
"How many people did he kill to be like this..." Fu Guan kept throwing cards out of his hand, trying to buy time to dodge.
The last time Mingpei appeared, the gun was shrouded in black mist. This time, he didn't hide it at all and immediately showed his power. His strength was astonishing, and he showed no signs of dissipating. He looked incredibly strong.
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