After intimidating Xiangli, Xiangnu ignored him and concentrated on dealing with the female corpse in front of him.

The tentacles in the female corpse's mouth, which act as tongues, are very flexible and aggressive. Relatively speaking, the female corpse itself is very rigid and rigid.

The female corpse was originally motionless, but after the tentacles began to move, the female corpse also stumbled into action.

It is said that the action is not accurate, because the distance the female corpse moves is very small, it can only be said that the movement of the leg is raised with a small range, and the lifting of the leg is not smooth.

The tentacles attacked frantically, reloading back and forth in this small bedroom.

The speed and force of its collision are very fierce, and Xiangnu has no doubt that this force can directly smash open the fragile walls and doors of the clothes.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Xiang Nu inadvertently turned around and saw that the door that had been hit by the tentacles for a long time before had no wear and tear, and there was a hint of surprise in his heart.

After that, Xiangnu deliberately did not resist, but chose to dodge, avoiding the rampage of several tentacles.

Taking this opportunity, Xiang Nu finally discovered the reason why the tentacles did not leave any traces indoors.

Whenever the tentacle hits the wall, a layer of light white light will appear on the wall to dissolve the giant force invisible.

This white light did not look like a terrifying technique, but instead was full of metaphysical techniques, which made Xiang Slave think of Tian Yanzong uncontrollably.

Looking at this hideous tentacle again, the ugly appearance and the mucus splashing from the low hole made Xiangnu feel very familiar...

While Xiangnu was thinking, a few strands of mucus landed on Xiangnu while he was not prepared, corroding the skin on Xiangnu's arm and burning a large piece of his skin.

...a lot of injuries today.

Xiang Nu was full of anger, and the scene outside the hotel and hotel also began to change.

The blackness in the white fog became thicker and deeper, and countless crazy screams and roaring howls penetrated into everyone's eardrums from far away.

Accompanied by the howls of pain, there were crazy loud laughs and rhythmic drums, which sounded like the scene of some kind of activity.

Several taskers at Aunt Mei's place, including Feng He Jia, all showed pained expressions after hearing these drums, covering their heads and dizzy.

Only the breeze is still normal, but he also covered his ears to let his mind go empty, and didn't dare to listen to those voices deliberately, he just murmured: "It's a living sacrifice..."

In room 1906, Xiangli lay stiffly on the bed, unable to move. He opened his eyes wide in horror. Those voices got into his ears, making his eyes full of hallucinations.

In a trance, Xiangli felt as if he had become one of those voices, wailing with those screaming voices, suffering unparalleled pain, like falling into hell.

"Brother, save me..." Xiangli muttered.

It's a pity that Xiangnu ignored him. He was covered in scorched black, like a god who came out of the firelight. He didn't have a specific image, but it made people feel splendid and could only look up.

He deftly avoided the tentacle's attack, stepped forward and grabbed the neck of the female corpse, pinched the root of the messed up tentacle, and pulled the tentacle out of the female corpse's mouth.

The female corpse 'retched' with Xiang Slave's movements, looking extremely painful, but without any strength to fight back.

She raised her hand with difficulty, holding Xiangnu's wrist and whimpering: "Kill, whimper... him!"

"Who to kill?" Xiangnu asked.

"He!" The female corpse didn't have the person's specific name, but Xiangnu seemed to understand the meaning of the female corpse and showed her a smile... Of course, he in this form has no specific appearance, and the smile naturally cannot be seen. of.

The slave replied: "Okay, give me this tentacle."

The female corpse slowly closed her eyes and gradually turned into a real dead object. Xiangnu pulled the tentacles straight out of her body and dragged them out two or three meters long.

"Red Queen." Xiang Nu stared at the tentacle and said.

He looked at this big tentacle, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he felt. He rationally understood that his strength would be greatly increased after eating this tentacle, but Xiangnu believed that normal people would not have any appetite when looking at this thing.

This tentacle is even more disgusting than the honey liquid of the mother of insects that Doctor X had forcibly stuffed, making it impossible to swallow.

Fortunately, the tentacles seemed to have lost their will after they escaped from the female corpse, and Mu was lying on the ground dumbfounded without responding.

The black mist and the 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, but the tooth marks on the collarbone have not disappeared.

Xiangnu stared at the tentacle on the ground for a few seconds, stood up with a dignified face, decided to put this thing away first, and then walked to the female corpse.

Maybe it's because Xiang Slave always wanted to disembowel Xiang Tan before he turned into a monster. After he turned into a monster, he had ten extremely sharp nails.

The long fingernail was only a light stroke, and a long hole was formed in the middle line of the female corpse's chest.

Xiangnu peeled off that layer of flesh at will, revealing the rotten inside of the female corpse.

There was confusion in her chest. It might be because she had been dead for too long, or because the tentacle took root. There was only a vague black flesh inside. Big hole in the spleen.

Obviously, the tentacles from before are rooted in it.

Xiang Nu raised his fingers to avoid the sharp fingernails from directly slicing the small internal organs into pieces and breaking them into eight pieces.

Xiangnu held his spleen and walked to the stiff Xiangli on the bed. He admired his terrified expression for a long time with a smile on his face, and finally said softly, "Brother, I've cut your belly open for you again."

Xiangli closed his eyes tremblingly, almost daring to look at it.

There was a strange feeling in his chest, not painful, but made him tremble from the soul.

The flesh slowly separated and rolled outwards, pulling the wound bigger and bigger. 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, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he felt his fingers tumbling back and forth in his flesh for a long time, but he did not dare to ask a word.

It wasn't until a long time later that he felt that the flesh was being pulled and closed, and then Xiangli slowly opened his eyes and asked cautiously, "What did you just put in my body?"

Xiang Nu gave him a cold look, didn't answer, but opened the door and stuck his head out to look out.

Because of the distance from the voice, the status of the taskers was a little better. It happened that they heard what Aunt Mei said, so they walked out from Aunt Mei and came to Xiangnu, ready to see what was on Xiangnu's side. The situation, by the way, ask if the movement just now has anything to do with Xiangnu and the others.

Xiangnu stuck his head out and looked at the few people walking by, stretched out his hand to stop them from moving forward, and called Qingfeng alone: ​​"Don't come here first, and Qingfeng will just come over."

The other people glanced at each other, and Huang Xin said rather maliciously: "Brother Xiang, everyone participates in this task, we all have the right to know, why don't you let us go!"

Xiang Nu 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 first, what is there in Room 1906."

Huang Xin pumped the dough and couldn't help but ask, "Where is it?"

When he asked the question, Qingfeng had trotted to Xiangnu's side and said loudly, "I'm here!"

Huang Xin and the others couldn't stop them in time, so Xiangnu pulled Qingfeng into the door and closed the door directly, locking several people out.

Qingfeng glanced at the dull Xiangli on the bed, and asked Xiangnu, "Little Junior Brother, what's the matter with you calling me here?"

Xiangnu didn't bother to correct his name, he pulled Qingfeng to squat down beside the tentacles, made a tangled gesture, and asked, "This thing... do you have any magic to make it smaller?"

Qingfeng lowered his head and pondered, as if he had studied it. Xiangnu stood up while he was observing and smashed the wall with a wooden stick. The light on the wall flashed along with his movements, making the contemplative Qingfeng faint. looked up.

Qingfeng looked at him in a trance, and Xiangnu asked, "This thing on the wall is the masterpiece of the sect master?"

His guess is actually unfounded, but Xiangnu thinks that this tentacle is very similar to the hand of the Red Queen, but the Red Queen should not appear here, but if she appears, then it is normal for others 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. Did he specially send it to me to nourish me? He has been thinking about me...but. Speaking of which, why did Mr. Yu never have it this time? contact me?"

Of course, it's not because Xiangnu misses Yu Su so much, it's because Yu Su always forced him to open his task panel to chat with him when he was doing tasks, but this time he didn't say a word. It was really strange.

Qingfeng squatted on the ground, lowered his head and pinched his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "How do I get in touch?"

Xiang Nu looked at the gorgeous red mole on the heart of his left hand, Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at him quickly, as if he had finally caught the opportunity to speak after holding it for a long time, and quickly said: "This is your copy, your world! He can only do some things with your consent. If you don't want him to open the panel, of course he won't be able to talk to you."

Xiangnu listened to Qingfeng's words, and always felt that there was a deep resentment in the words, which really didn't look like Qingfeng's own tone.

Thinking of someone's small eyes, he put down his hand uncomfortably, blaming himself for being eloquent, so he asked more questions about what he was doing, thinking so in his heart, but he denied it on the face: "So there is such a statement? But I don't know, I haven't received any special advice."

His words seemed to have flipped 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 directly like before. This time, Xiangnu himself can control the panel.

Xiangnu shook his palm curiously, pointed his finger on the red mole, and pressed the temperature down again.

As soon as he lowered his head, Qingfeng was looking at him secretly, Xiangnu raised his foot and gently lifted his butt, and said softly, "Look at what I'm doing, you can find a way to make this tentacle smaller and let me take it out."

Qingfeng complained: "Overkill, I wasn't sent to you to do these things."

Xiangnu looked at him up and down, narrowed his narrow eyes and asked, "Then what is the purpose of your coming here? Tell me? I don't quite understand it yet."

Qingfeng gave him a meaningful look, opened his hands, puffed out his cheeks and blew a big breath toward his palm.

No anomaly appeared.

Qingfeng whispered: "The core of this city is the villa, because everything starts from your villa. The core belongs to you, so the city also belongs to you, but to be precise, only the core belongs to you. 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 sacrifice part of Xiangli."

When Qingfeng said this, Xiangli, who was lying on the bed and couldn't move, immediately had a look in his eyes, and turned his eyes hard to look at Xiangnu's face.

There was an obscure luster in Xiangnu's eyes, and his fingers stroked the red mole on his palm: "Is that so..."

It seems that this task is a little more troublesome than he imagined, and it is not his copy of the flat push welfare.