It penetrated straight into the abdomen of the conjurer, moving forward and out.

After the black flesh thorn penetrated the opponent's body, the tip spread out and split into countless fine and twisted fleshy tentacles, tightly wrapping and wrapping the spellcaster's waist, and suddenly pulling it towards the main body of the flesh!

The panicked scream was completely submerged in this mass of flesh before it was completely shouted out.

Everything is about silence, only the chaotic moans of flesh and mud floating freely in the air.

"Ahhhh~~what?"

"It's so painful~"

"Don't come here, don't come here."

Everyone was helpless around this dark mass of meat, but the meat would not attack unless no one was close. It crawled on the ground at a very slow speed, almost like a snail, and while it squirmed, it made a human warning sound.

The panicked voice before death left a dirty mud trail behind him.

It was difficult for Zhou Ming to imagine that this was a creature. It seemed as if it had just grown out of the soil and crawled here from the swamp.

The tentative attacks of other spellcasters continued, but some people gave up one after another. No matter what attacks fell on this ball of flesh, there was no reaction at all. Fire, electric shock, and other weird attacks, such as mud cows entering the sea, no response.

Endless trace.

Zhou Ming walked forward quickly, created an ice blade nearly two meters long, swung it from a distance, and cut into the main body of the meat paste.

It was a disgusting feeling, just like a knife cutting on plasticine, but the texture of this plasticine was uneven, with some hard and soft inside, some as thick as glue, and some parts as thick as glue.

Just like water, there are definitely no key organs inside, but there are broken bones of human corpses.

Zhou Ming's knife had a remarkable effect, and a piece of meat was cut off.

"It seems to be working!" someone nearby shouted.

But soon, the man shut up.

Because the cut piece of meat was also squirming, it also started to speak human words, and twisted in one direction at the same time. They all seemed to have their own purposes, and the small pieces of meat moved faster than the large pieces of meat.

Many, from snail crawling to puppy walking.

The small pieces of muddy meat rolled rapidly on the ground, making a sticky sound, like mud slapping on the tiles.

It rolled quickly toward the corridor next to it. The magicians surrounding the slime exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly jumped to both sides, as if avoiding pathogens, giving the slime an open path to move.

Having learned from the past, they did not dare to get too close to this seemingly weak monster. Although it would not take the initiative to attack, the power of the attack should not be underestimated. Both speed and lethality were top-notch. It seemed soft and weak.

The meat ball can even bounce off steel when the flesh thorns protrude.

"This is weird... quite tricky." Wang Siyan squatted five meters away and stared at the piece of meat that was going away seriously.

She had imagined strange entities, and guessed that the strangeness might be the form of the undead, or it might be the biochemical flesh in Zhang Wei's information, and she could accept these.

But the thing in front of me is different. Although it can be called a piece of meat, it is more like mud and is not flammable.

At least the piece of biochemical meat can still be burned, but this ball of meat has been burned by the big brother next to him for so long, and there is no sign of burning or melting, and it has not even shrunk in size.

Isn’t this kind of monster invincible?

Wang Siyan shook her head. The knowledge she had learned told her that no weird thing is invincible, only relative invincibility.

Judging from the scale of the spread of this rumor, this meat paste is far from invincible. A mere Sanyang Village cannot raise such a terrifying monster. It must have a weakness that they have not noticed yet.

"Damn it, my spells are useless! I can't get this money."

"What the hell is this? Why can't I use spells to fix it?"

"What is that little thing doing now? Do you want to follow it?"

Several magicians were chattering and discussing, which was a bit like zero-scoring candidates discussing college entrance examination questions, full of weirdness and absurdity.

The atmosphere that should have been tense actually became calmer because of the strange "peaceful" habits.

Obviously someone had died just now, but everyone's mentality was very strange. They were waiting here, as if they wanted to deal with this thing, but what they did was like a group of primitive people trying to open a modern safe, and they were completely helpless.

On the intercom, Wu Mingxing has asked several times, but everyone's attention was on Rou Ni just now, so no one responded at all. Now someone finally started to answer Wu Mingxing's words and report the current situation.

Wu Mingxing listened quietly. When he heard that one of the conjurers had died, that all the spells were completely ineffective, and that a conjurer was devoured immediately after approaching, he began to become nervous.

On the intercom, Wu Mingxing's voice became very panicked. He kept asking them how to solve the problem next, but no one responded.

"What to do next?" Wu Mingxing asked.

"Um...we're still trying to figure it out."

Someone said something perfunctory, and then there was a long silence.

"Aren't you sorcerers? Don't you specialize in dealing with weird things? Why don't you even have any ideas?"

The silence of the crowd made Mingxing Wu even more panicked, and he even started to say something that questioned their professionalism.

Zhou Ming looked at the people around him. Although he couldn't see their faces, Zhou Ming could feel that many people were already trying to run away.

This is normal. People with no sense of responsibility usually choose to run away if they can't fight. After all, their goal is for money, unlike Zhou Ming, who wants to solve weird problems.

"Where's the green mask! Where's the hermit wearing the green mask!" Star Wu roared on the intercom.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhou Ming, who was the only one wearing an ugly green mask.

Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, then picked up the intercom: "Boss Wu, I'm here."

"You, what can you do?" Wu Mingxing's tone, which was furious just now, suddenly softened and his tone was even polite.

Zhou Ming thought for a while and said: "I suggest that the ordinary people in this villa be dismissed first. The hermits and conjurers can stay, and all the ordinary bodyguards should be withdrawn."

"Why?" Wu Mingxing asked.

"Currently, although this monster is not aggressive towards us, it has its own goals and is hunting.

"So far, most of the people who have died because of monsters in the villa have done something sorry for Xiaoyu, and then were killed after hearing Xiaoyu's voice. However, this is not the revenge of the undead monster. The voice of the deceased and

There is no direct contact with the victim, and the voice is more like a decoy.

"It makes this sound not because it wants people to get close to it, but for another purpose."
Chapter completed!