Lu Zhengkang turned over and got through the gaps between his fingers to the back of the giant palm, holding the base of the little finger of the giant palm with one hand.
The diameter of the meat ball is estimated to be about thirty meters, and the palm that it multiplied by absorbing the black mist of the wronged soul is almost a hundred meters long, but the thickness is uneven because of its weird and unnatural way of stacking muscles.
, the flesh of the upper arm is too plump and looks bloated, as if filled with fat, while the lower arm has tight lines.
There are strips of texture, and the elbow joint is covered with structures like earthworm links, allowing it to rotate without any dead ends. When it comes to the palm of the hand, Lu Zhengkang can touch the bones. This part is almost skin and bones. Compared with the arm, it looks very skinny.
, the cross-sectional diameter of each finger is about one meter, and Lu Zhengkang can hold it firmly with one hand.
The giant palm drew a diagonal line, and the fingertips pierced the side wall of the mine, leaving large scratches on the rock formations. The twinkling blue ores were scattered out, and a smell of bitter almonds filled the air.
odor.
Lu Zhengkang saw the direction correctly, kicked on the back of the giant palm, and leaped towards the area where the meat ball was.
He could see howling human faces on the surface of the meat ball. They roared at Lu Zhengkang, and violent airflow spurted out from their mouths, blowing Lu Zhengkang away again.
Difficult to handle.
In mid-air, the giant palm struck again. Lu Zhengkang climbed onto the back of it with ease and took a ride back to the place where he stood at the beginning. His nuclear torch was still scattered aside and had not been extinguished.
After exhaling, the collapsed flesh ball inhaled sharply again, as if he was afraid of suffocating himself to death.
Lu Zhengkang thought for a while, put the hammer in the buckle of his belt, picked up the torch, and took out a can of spoiled lard from the bag. This was the raw material he used to make the torch. It was originally supposed to be weak.
After an unknown amount of time, yellow lard becomes covered with mold and turns green, but it can still be burned.
Lu Zhengkang returned to the mine tunnel, where many living corpses he had killed were piled up. The terrain was narrow, and he was not afraid of the giant palm coming in. He opened the sealed oilcloth, and then heated the lard can with a torch from the bottom of the can.
It was only as big as two fists and could barely fit into his pocket, so he carried it carefully. Otherwise, if the jar was bigger, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
When the torch melted the lard, the pantothenic aroma of the oil pierced his throat. Lu Zhengkang felt like sneezing and coughing while smelling it. He frowned in irritation at the strange smell.
This was simply kerosene. Lu Zhengkang sealed the oil tank with oilcloth as usual, put it into the bag, and rushed out of the mine tunnel.
The giant palm was swinging and gesticulating in a boring way. The fingertips scratched the roof of the cave, making a dull crunching sound. The gravel kept falling. I don't know how it could feel the appearance of Lu Zhengkang. Maybe it entered the perception range of the meat ball.
, the giant palm immediately pressed down on Lu Zhengkang.
He simply dodged the overwhelming palm, jumped directly on the back of his hand, and took a hitchhike with ease, still jumping towards the body of the meat ball in mid-air.
The meat ball blew in suddenly. Lu Zhengkang's long sleeves were fluttering. He held a shield in one hand and a torch in the other. He dodged back and forth in the chaotic and fast airflow to avoid the attack of the giant palm. When the meat ball finished spitting out in one breath, he started
While inhaling, take out the cupping pot, light the sealing oilcloth, and smash it towards the meat ball.
The oilcloth burned up in mid-air, and the liquid lard inside burst open and turned into a ladle of fire rain. As the meat ball inhaled, it fell on its body surface and burned fiercely.
The giant palm anxiously slapped the surface of the flesh ball in an attempt to extinguish the fire, while the faces burned by the fire were screaming, and even the noses of the faces hit by the palm were collapsed. The scene was quite joyful for a while.
Lu Zhengkang squinted his eyes. He didn't expect that this meat ball still had some sanity and knew how to make a profit and try to put out the fire.
He didn't intend to burn the meat ball directly with fire. After all, it was so big and it was placed there. He originally planned to let it get a little injured, but now there were many fire spots on the surface of the meat ball, and it panicked.
It didn't look good, which gave Lu Zhengkang an opportunity to take advantage of.
Lu Zhengkang landed on the shallow beach at the bottom of the pit. The water here was very viscous, not like water, but more like oil, but it was not flammable. It was quite strange. He had no time to study the water body and just walked quickly towards the multi-faceted meat ball.
Run over.
As he got closer, he saw many details. The flesh ball was obviously the aggregation of countless human bodies, and the purple-glowing muscles were also stretched, adhered, and twisted animal torsos, not just humans, but also rats, lizards, etc.
, there is no epidermis, and the bones have almost disappeared, leaving only some white traces in the dark red muscle layers. As the meat balls expand and contract, these trunks continue to emit purple light, and these lights come from the finely divided parts of their trunks.
Egg sac-like white organ.
A large number of human faces protrude from the surface of the entire flesh ball. They are moving slowly, as if their faces are protruding from the inner wall when soaked in water with the current and squeeze. Each one has their mouths wide open and their faces are different.
The high degree of convergence can be compared to Van Gogh's "The Scream".
Lu Zhengkang frowned, it was really disgusting.
He raised his shield and hit a face. It didn't penetrate much. Is this thing solid?
The giant palm was still busy putting out the fire, and just hit Lu Zhengkang twice like chasing away mosquitoes. Seeing that the flames were about to go out, Lu Zhengkang also stared at the base of this huge black arm, which is the armpit.
The part, there, was like a burst pus, with a circle of cracks on the surface of the flesh ball. Lu Zhengkang put the shield on his back and began to climb up with the open mouth of his face.
He freed his right hand, still holding the torch, and quickly stepped into the multi-faceted mouth with both feet, using it as a support point to exert force. He jumped six or seven meters. He seemed to be possessed by a gecko, swimming diagonally across the surface of the meat ball to his arm.
limb fossa.
This place is surprisingly safe and a wonderful stable point. Because the forearm of this weird black hand is short and thin, it cannot touch the area around the armpit. Lu Zhengkang can even sit down here and watch.
The giant palm scratched in vain in front of his eyes, and the fingers tried hard to stab at him, but in the end, the distance was only three to four meters.
Lu Zhengkang inserted the torch into the eye hole of a face, then raised his shield and stabbed it into the crack in the armpit. Then he took out a one-handed hammer and hit the shield, one by one, slowly opening a larger crack.
, the inside of the meat ball was quite high-pressure, and as soon as he opened a two-meter-long gap, countless squeezed corpses spurted out from the inside.
The surface of these corpses was covered with a layer of gray turbid digestive fluid, which looked a bit like a puddle of vomit when it suddenly blew out. Lu Zhengkang smelled a strange osmanthus fragrance. It couldn't even be said to be unpleasant, but it was particularly fragrant. It was just that
When you breathe it in, it's a bit irritating to your nose.
These half-digested corpses fell into the shallow water, and soon black smoke rose up. After a while, it turned into black water, and the black smoke spread out and turned into a black mist of wronged souls.
Where the corpse disappeared, there were left one after another off-white, spherical eggs as big as a basin, still emitting that weird aroma.
Lu Zhengkang was still concentrating on tearing the meat ball apart. As he drilled deeper, he opened a cavity inside, and the phosphorescent light he was very familiar with shone out. With this light, he could see clearly. There is a tangled translucent blue vine in the cavity, and in the center of the vine, there is an ugly "person" with a face like a melted candle.
Lu Zhengkang was not sure whether he was a boy or a girl, because he saw a full set of reproductive organs in the man's cut open belly.
Let's call him a man, after all, his male sexual characteristics are more obvious, and, most importantly, he should be the son that Broken Head entrusted Lu Zhengkang to find.
The disfigured brother slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang. The skin on his forehead was drooping, covering part of his eyes, but Lu Zhengkang could still feel the gaze.
The phosphorescence that once flowed from the eyes of the silent abyss is now flowing from this man's chest. This is indeed the same thing, that kind of photon creature!
The man murmured: "Here comes the fairy medicine, here comes the fairy medicine..." As he spoke, the blue vines extending into the uterus pumped like blood vessels, transporting off-white eggs to the inner wall of the cavity. The interior of each human body emits bright purple light as the flesh ball breathes.
