Chapter 3 Blood Red Tadpole

"This is the price of black hair... It turned out to be like this."

At the edge of the corner of the room wrapped in black hair, there is a corpse. Zhao Zhuo is staying here. At his feet is a corpse. The whole corpse can't see anything. The body is extremely dry, and all the water and flesh have disappeared, but a layer of dry skin attached to the bones, bones The skeleton was also very fragile. Zhao Zhuo only touched it slightly, and his whole body began to break into powder. The black hair completely came out of his body. Zhao Zhuo looked at the body strangely, and then poked it into the wall in front of him with the sin sword again. He could feel that it was blocked in front of him. That's the wall. He arrived at the edge of the room. The doubts in Zhao Zhuo's eyes did not decrease, but became heavier.

He looked around and recalled everything he had come into the small room. This place was not big, but even if it was not big, it was about 4 meters. A zombie standing in the left corner could touch the door in the right corner. How could it be horizontal? Across a distance of 4 meters, how can zombies touch that position?

The zombie's arm was complete. Zhao Zhuo touched the zombie's arm with a heavenly sin samurai knife. The incision was complete. It was the opening he cut off just now, but now the arm was no longer arrogant. It was touched by Zhao Zhuo's sinful samurai knife and turned into a mass of dust and fell to the ground. There is no ability to resist. Zhao Zhuo did not dare to touch this body again. The zombie would die by himself. Black hair appeared but did not have any attack power. Except for some disgusting and smelly accidents, there was nothing special. This is a good thing. If the Blood God is in this place, he must be very good, because the knowledge of the Blood God can fully explain what is here.

The Blood God is in another building and can't pass.

Zhao Zhuo looked up. His eyes could see the black hair on himself and thought about the previous changes. Zhao Zhuo looked along the black hair. There was no black hair in the zombies' bodies, but these hairs were still floating in the air. Maybe it had the effect of mucus, but it was a little reluctant. There were too many black hairs. With the weight of mucus, you can feel this weight on Zhao Zhuo's body. If it is really floating in the air, it should not be so heavy.

The sin samurai sword kept scratching in front of him. Zhao Zhuo did not know any moves. He had never learned these, but he knew how to use a knife to kill people, or how to use a knife was his most powerful attack.

The black hair fell down quickly. Zhao Zhuo could feel some changes in the black hair on it. After a few strokes, the black hair on it was indeed a little different. The color of the mucus gradually changed from a transparent color to a black and red color. This color stunned Zhao Zhuo. This color is too familiar. This is the color of zombie blood. An idea flashed quickly from his mind and immediately scared Zhao Zhuo.

Although the heavenly sin samurai sword can also be cut off these black and red hairs, Zhao Zhuo does not feel so easy. Behind the black and red hair is a transparent mucus, which is very much. Zhao Zhuo can see something inside through the mucus. This thing is constantly twisting, like a tadpole, but it is much larger than a tadpole. There is a corner behind the bright red head the size of a football. The long tail of the fingers and the two large round eyes are staring, which is quite cute, but what is revealed under these eyes is the mouth device with ferocious fine teeth that have cracked the back of the brain.

This is a disgusting guy. Zhao Zhuo defined it. This thing is staring at Zhao Zhuo fiercely. At the same time, the mouth is constantly rubbing. As a trace of black hair and mucus are constantly emerging from the mucus ball, it squeaks. Zhao Zhuo can I felt that this guy was constantly trying to rush over and gnaw himself, but the mucus ball seemed to be a means to imprison the other party, not letting the blood-red tadpole come out even a little.

The white bone blade on his body rotated, and Zhao Zhuo took a step back. The sin samurai sword lay in front of him and looked at the thing above. Zhao Zhuo suddenly had an ominous feeling that this place... It seems to be wrong.

"Squeak!!"

The blood-red tadpole suddenly shouted. The sound was so loud that Zhao Zhuo couldn't help frowning. The sharp voice echoed in the whole room. The black hair that was not flowing around suddenly moved, and countless sticky drops of water attached to the black hair. On the top, the black hair actually showed a luster like a steel needle, which made Zhao Zhuo vigilant.

The steel needle shouted again with the blood-red tadpole and suddenly pricked Zhao Zhuo. At this moment, Zhao Zhuo also stretched out his wings and suddenly flashed twice. The heavenly sin samurai knife suddenly stroked in the air. Zhao Zhuo did not see if the chopping hit the monster above it. Go out to the door. Fortunately, when Zhao Zhuo came in, in order to always clean up a large area as much as possible in case, the black hair was not as much as he thought. The black hair turned into steel needles were all stuck on his outer steel wings. Zhao Zhuo automatically ignored a few traces of pain on his feet from time to time. His body was not without defense, only It's just that the defense is not as perverted as attacking. These steel needles can only cause some pain to attack him, and there is not much worry about.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the steel needle had no effect, the blood red tadpole roared again. With this shout, Zhao Zhuo suddenly trembled. He felt that the steel needles had softened again and turned into a rope to haunt him! Zhao Zhuo scolded secretly, knowing that the blow of the samurai sword that day did not attack the guy. He struggled fiercely, and the white bone tail and wings kept swinging, and the black hair became a mass of maggot-like existence again. The hardness of the white bone tail and wings was not what they could resist at all, and failed to stop Zhao. Outstanding figure.

He took a hard step to avoid the gate, got out of the encirclement of black hair, and returned to the corridor. At this time, Zhao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the black hairs who still wanted to rush over. He didn't look at these things and looked at the blood-red tadpole in the room.

There has been a trace of destruction in the mucus ball outside the blood-red tadpole, which is a trace formed by the heavenly sin samurai knife just now. The blow did not cause any too many scars, which made Zhao Zhuo's heart sink. The sharpness of the heavenly sin samurai sword is the same as the white bone tail, and even sometimes the heavenly sin martial arts. The knife is more useful than the inverted blade on the white bone tail. Now it only leaves a shallow mark. How can this be possible?

The white bone tail rotated back and forth in front of Zhao Zhuo to form a sharp shield. The wings wrapped Zhao Zhuo's back and was ready to escape at any time. He covered his mouth and nose and took a deep breath, clenched the sin samurai sword. Zhao Zhuo felt the powerful feeling from the samurai sword. Looking up again and looking at the blood-red tadpole, there must be something missing. There is a samurai sword that can surpass the natural sin, but there are absolutely not many. Zhao Zhuo has thought about whether he has met one of them, but his more idea is that this mucus ball has other ways to crack, and he just didn't find it right.

The room itself should not be entered. Zhao Zhuo knew this the moment he saw the blood red tadpole. The reason why this room was closed was that the other party wanted to seal this thing, which was similar to the blood god, but the blood god was more powerful. Zhao Zhuo opened the seal and naturally had to bear the responsibility for the seal. Moreover, Zhao Zhuo did not think that the blood red tadpole could kill him.

Kill it and find the secret in it!

Looking at his empty left hand, Zhao Zhuo smiled and cut it hard again. The heavenly sin samurai swords were chopping more than a dozen times in the air, and eleven chopping in the air in series into a straight line, roaring and cutting the air and rushing to the blood-red tadpole in front of them.

The black hair wanted to block it, but it had no effect. The chopping completely formed an unobstructed area in the air. Most of the black hair in the room was destroyed in an instant. Zhao Zhuo's face was gloomy and constantly changing. If someone was in this place, he would definitely find that with Zhao Zhuo's chopping, His face will be more rosy. After cutting 30 times, his face has become extremely bright and rosy. His rosy face makes him look a little unnatural. A trace of red light appeared on the sword of Heavenly Sin. The red light is less than a centimeter wide, mixed with Zhao Zhuo's breath and spread to Four weeks.

30 slashes, 21 slashes, the black hairs in the room were completely stripped, and all the black hairs fell to the ground. Zhao Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

The blood-red tadpole squeaked crazily. It kept avoiding attacks in the mucus ball. The mucus ball is not hard, but its recovery ability is very strong. With each attack by Zhao Zhuo, the whole mucus ball will tremble quickly twice. After resisting 7 attacks, with the eighth chopping After hitting it, the thing finally made a dull sound and broke apart.

The chopping was exhausted, and the blood-red tadpole fell to the ground. It kept screaming miserably. The sound made by this thing was like a child's cry without the barrier of the mucus ball, gently and loud.

Zhao Zhuo's expression moved. He looked at the little monster and did not walk forward. He was waiting for more than ten minutes to make sure that there was no threat to this thing. Then Zhao Zhuo walked forward. The blood-red tadpole has no strength. At this time, it has no arrogance at all after leaving the mucus ball that imprisoned it.

There is still a thin scale on the surface of the whole red body, which can only be found when it is close. Zhao Zhuo touches it with his hand. It is very hard and cool. The blood-red tadpole still wants to jump up and bite Zhao Zhuo, but the tail, which is only the size of a finger, is extremely powerful and is about to bite. Zhao Zhuo, but the heavenly sin samurai knife had been waiting aside for a long time. On the side, Zhao Zhuo snorted coldly and suddenly inserted it. The heavenly sin samurai sword inserted into the scales of the blood-red tadpole without hindrance, and picked it up with a trace of blood flowers mixed with a small scale.

The blood-red tadpole fell to the side with a scream. His left hand suddenly clenched, and a dark flame appeared from his hand. Then the palm began to change, and the elongation became miserable green. The ghost hand has not been used for a long time. This is what Zhao Zhuo hides, and There are only two biggest functions, exploring memory and boarding flames. Meditate on good luck in his heart, Zhao Zhuo put his burning ghost hand on the blood red tadpole's body.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The blood red tadpole screamed, and his body kept shaking. I don't know whether it was because of the pain of being cut by the samurai sword or the pain of being explored. Zhao Zhu actually didn't know whether there would be pain when exploring the memory. He didn't pay attention to this and didn't want to try it.

This process lasted for nearly 20 minutes before it ended. The ground was covered with black hair and mucus, which surged to the ground to form a mass of hair. Zhao Zhu sat on the ground without hesitation, recalling what he had just received.

The memory was very scattered, and Zhao Zhuo didn't check it at all. He didn't expect this monster to have anything useful for him. Zhao Zhu didn't know how much the ability of the ghost hand was, but Zhao Zhu thought that what he did to rhubarb gave him a fluke. Maybe he could really capture something.

The dispersion of memory makes Zhao Zhuo constantly frown. The memory is too chaotic to effectively extract what is in these memories.

Zhao Zhuo needs time to extract these memories, but there is not much time left for him. The blood god is outside, and the purpose of entering this place is to save people. Zhao Zhuo has stayed on this floor for too long, and Yang Xin is still waiting below. The time left is not very much. Many.

Zhao Zhuo sighed. If only X5 could still be around at this time. A spiritual mutant is around and does not need to do such things by himself. X5 itself can easily do these things.

searched the room again to make sure that there was no difference in this place. Zhao Zhuo got up and walked outside. When he walked to the door, a sign pasted on the wall attracted his attention. The surrounding walls themselves were the easiest place for those black hairs to stay. He didn't have it before. Discovered.

"The third type of experimental body, grade: dangerous!"

Under this line of words, he was specially circled with a pen and put on a skull. Zhao Zhuo couldn't help smiling bitterly. If this sign had been marked outside the door, he would not have done these meaningless things at all.

The rest of the doors were opened. Zhao Zhuo searched one by one, and there were no monsters or zombies, but in the same way, there were no objects that surprised him. No food was found. The only thing he could eat was a plant, but looking at the little flower that had been stained with blood, Zhao Zhuo is really not interested. Anyway, there are many zombies. He is not worried about the lack of food.

Thinking, Zhao Zhuo walked into the entrance of the lower floor.