This corpse eater is a little bigger than a bean, about the size of a thumb. Looking at the way it squirms in the mud, it is really cute.
"Why don't you feed him the corpse?" Reggie trembled with excitement, "I want to see how he eats."
"It's not possible now. He can only drink water. It will take at least one night before he can learn to eat."
Reggie almost didn't sleep all night. At dawn, Reggie rushed into the laboratory and carefully opened the jar containing the Corpse Eater.
The little guy drank a lot of water, his body swelled a lot, and the ball of mud in the jar disappeared.
"He ate it, he really ate it!" Reggie woke up Swindell excitedly, and Swindell quickly scooped up a spoonful of mud and put it into the jar.
The corpse eater wriggled to the side of the mud. Reggie couldn't see his mouth, he could only see him squirming on the mud. The small spoonful of mud was quickly eaten, and the body of the corpse eater also grew in size.
Swindell added another small spoonful, and Reggie said depressedly: "Why are you so stingy? Are you afraid of spoiling him?"
Swindell shook his head and said: "This guy can't bear it. He can eat as much as he wants, but there aren't many Mud Demon corpses left. The previous corpse eaters have eaten most of them."
"Where are the corpses of the Corpse Eaters? Aren't they becoming very big? Use them to eat!"
Swindell shook his head and said, "I've tried it. Corpse eaters don't eat corpses of the same kind."
He is truly a principled clay demon. Reggie smiled bitterly and then was stunned.
"You just said that there aren't many bodies left?"
"Yes." Swindell nodded.
"Do you smell this disgusting smell?" Reggie pointed out the window, "There are corpses of mud demons everywhere. Can't you tell me more?"
Reggie held the jar and walked out of the mansion, with Swindell chasing after him.
"Sir, please be careful. He is still too young and fragile now. I tried the mud outside, but he refused to eat a bite. Those corpses have been piled up for too long and cannot be used as food for him."
Reggie felt that this little guy shouldn't be so picky about food. He walked to the street with the earthen pot, and the suffocating mud appeared in front of him.
Such is the efficiency of dredging, it didn’t even clean up the city lord’s doorstep.
Reggie placed the corpse-eater on the mud. The corpse-eater crawled on it for a long time, but his body did not grow, and there were no signs of being eaten in the mud.
"Sir, please believe me now. He refuses to eat the mud that has been left for too long."
Reggie touched the silt. Due to long-term exposure to the sun, the silt had lost a lot of water. Some of it became like clay, and some even became like dry ash.
"Get some water, don't choke this little thing."
"Do you want to pour water on the mud?" Swindell shook his head and said, "Please put yourself in his shoes. Once water is poured on it, the mud will turn into a swamp, and he may get stuck in it."
"So what? This is not your child, so why do you feel so distressed?"
"If he got stuck in the mud, God knows what he would have become."
There is some truth in what he said. Swindell cherishes the results of his experiment, but he is also a little afraid. This unknown life is still a mud demon after all.
But Reggie decided to take a risk. He put the corpse-eater back into the jar, dug out a large piece of mud, mixed it with water and placed it next to the corpse-eater.
After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the corpse eater began to act. It was obvious that these putrid corpses did not taste good, and the corpse eater's appetite was obviously greatly reduced.
But he still ate. It took him about half an hour to eat at least a pound of silt, and he ate faster and faster.
"Did you see it?" Reggie looked down on Swindell proudly, "You pamper him too much. He can eat anything! Look how happy he is eating!"
The Corpse Eater had become about the same size as a football. Reggie put him on the ground and asked the soldiers to get a few buckets of water and mix a large pile of mud for him.
The greedy corpse eater swallowed all the mud in the blink of an eye, and his body was half as tall as a man.
Reggie kept letting the soldiers mix mud, and the corpse-eater kept eating from early morning to dusk. The corpse-eater who had eaten thousands of pounds of mud had become taller than the courtyard wall, and Swindell was frightened.
Trembling all over: "Sir, stop, at least we should stay away from him."
"Don't worry, he can still eat, but I can't feed him anymore, otherwise he won't be able to leave the city gate."
Reggie took a few steps back and whispered to Swindell: "Is this thing afraid of pain?"
"I tried it. This thing is very afraid of fire and lightning."
"Then let Shan Sha give it a try first and see if he can be driven out of the city."
Shan Sha released a bolt of lightning behind the corpse eater, and his huge body squirmed violently.
"Don't stop, keep going!"
Compared with the efficiency of his eating, the corpse-eater's crawling speed was very slow. The Flash used lightning to drive it away. It was not until late at night that this huge meat ball reached the city gate.
As Reggie expected, the corpse-eater's bloated body struggled to squeeze out of the city gate. When he got outside the city, he began to look for wet mud again and devour it crazily.
"Let him eat and ask a few soldiers to watch him. We will come back to him tomorrow."
On the next day, Reggie, who was not tired, came to the outside of the city early. When the people in the city were clearing the silt, a large amount of silt was accumulated under the city wall. There was a pond nearby, and according to Reggie's order
, the soldiers kept pouring water on the mud, and the corpse-eaters spent the whole night eating up the pile of mud under the city wall.
He had already approached a small castle, and driven by Flash, he slowly walked towards the seaside.
This is the place where residents dumped silt, and it has turned into a stinking tidal flat. Reggie called in the artillery, preparing to end the corpse-eater's life here.
Swindell was a little reluctant, and said to Reggie with red eyes: "He took away the silt for us, do we really want to do this to him?"
"Anyway, he will die soon. Leaving when he is fullest is considered a blessing."
The corpse eater was not full. He was still devouring the mud on the beach, but he soon noticed something strange. The mud soaked in seawater was very salty and caused damage to his body.
He wanted to leave here, but it was too late. Reggie gave the order to fire. After two shells, the corpse-eater was blown into pieces.
The smell in the air was even more disgusting, but Reggie felt very comfortable.
"Did you see that? He helped me take away at least fifty thousand pounds of silt from the city."
"Twenty thousand pounds, at most twenty thousand pounds," Hurley said coldly. "Most of the silt is eaten from outside the city."
"Okay," Reggie said with a dry laugh, "Twenty thousand pounds is not a lot."
"Really?" Hurley's expression was still cold. "An ox cart can carry two thousand pounds of silt. It can run at least two times a day. It can carry eight thousand pounds of silt in two days. It took you two whole days.
It took so much time, so much effort, and so much water, but in the end, this thing has not been used in a few oxcarts."
"It's definitely better than using it in an oxcart," Reggie said with a smile. "When I create a thousand corpse eaters, the mud in Tuodao City will be cleaned up."
Hurley laughed loudly and said: "It depends on luck to make one. How dare you say a thousand."
"That's because he used the wrong method," Reggie laughed even louder than Hurley, "Hahaha, crazy elf, don't forget who is your mentor!"