Vol 3 Chapter 300: Slaughterhouse

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.
The tiger demon fiddled with the monkey demon's head as a ball. Zheng Qing could only lie there motionless, constantly muttering ‘I don’t exist’, ‘I don’t exist’ and ‘I don’t exist’ in his heart.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
Time just passed by one minute after another.
The waiting time should have been unusually tormented, but Zheng Qing fell asleep unknowingly because of exhaustion. When he opened his eyes again and stared for a while, he suddenly realized his current situation.
The cold sweat dripped down the temples instantly.
For a moment, he fell asleep to the five bodies he admired-the sky was falling down, and he could still sleep! If the tiger demon really took his head off while sleeping, he didn't know if he would become a headless ghost in the future.
After looking back, Zheng Qing first looked at the sky.
Not surprisingly, he didn't see anything.
The sky is still gloomy, giving people a hazy feeling. The sun also hung lazily on the horizon a little bit, a half-dead look - in Zheng Qing's memory, it was like this in the hunting ground a long time ago. But I don't know if there is something missing in the basic rules of this small world.
Withdrawing his thoughts from time, Zheng Qing took a breath and felt his body regain some strength.
He tilted his head quietly and looked aside.
The huge black tiger demon was closing his eyes and seemed to be asleep. Its two front paws with the size of a pair of cattail fans were put together, and the monkey demon's poor head was pressed under the paws. With the slight drowsiness of the sky, Zheng Qing could clearly see that the place where the monkey demon’s eyes were had turned into two pitch-black holes, and two dark purple bloodstains dripped from the eye sockets and left on its dark yellow rough skin. A deep mark was left, and it finally fell into the mess of hair on the neck.
Zheng Qing felt his heart beat violently.
He slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief. While staring at the Black Tiger Demon, he arched his body stiffly and tried to get up quietly.
The Tiger Demon, who had squinted and took a nap, raised his eyelids slightly and took a look at him.
Zheng Qing's actions immediately froze there.
"I was caught by a fierce tiger demon! I didn't dare to move! What should I do?!"
"Do you want to become a cat and be a grandson?!"
"People are dead in the sky, not dying for thousands of years, scream! Don't be afraid, just do it!!"
"If you can't do it, please...wait online, very anxious!"
A lot of messy thoughts immediately popped up in his mind, but before these thoughts faded, the tiger demon changed his posture and continued to lie down for a nap, as if he didn't care about the little movements of the young wizard.
Zheng Qing froze in place for a few seconds, and finally gritted his teeth and sat up.
Then he glanced a little further away and was immediately stunned.
Death demon.
There are dead monsters everywhere.
As far as I can see, there are dead monsters all over the ground, like a huge monster slaughterhouse.
Several bull monsters turned their legs out, their belly crawling in the wild, and the huge scars on their necks were still gurgling with dark red blood; compared with them, the appearance of the snake monsters seemed more miserable— -Almost all of them were cut into two pieces from beginning to end, hanging among the bushes in the wild, like strips of dried meat.
There are also wolf demons, those cunning demons who had nowhere to escape from the guilt hunting team, were ‘planted’ into the ground one by one.
Yes, it means "planting" literally, just like planting rice seedlings in a rice field. The head is pushed down into the soil, and the body is half-in, only the tail is exposed. A square "wolf field" is planted neatly.
Even the white wolf demon king was not spared, occupying a foot of land in the middle of the'wolf field'.
With the breeze blowing, the thick furry tails of the wolf spirits swayed slightly like ears of rice, unexpectedly giving people the illusion that everything is harmonious and beautiful, and the harvest is in sight this autumn.
In contrast, the monkey demon who just had their heads off to play with the ball did not seem to be so embarrassed.
Zheng Qing turned his neck stiffly and looked around.
There were no exceptions for four weeks.
Focusing on the place where he and the tiger demon were located, the torn bodies of the dead demon were scattered all over the place, densely spread in the wild, almost dyeing the entire grassland into sauce red.
The abundant blood evaporates slowly in the dim sunlight, floating in the air, and has slowly accumulated a dark red mist, like a rotten peach blossom.
The young wizard swallowed involuntarily, and the talisman between his fingers slipped silently, and then his hand quietly pulled out of the gray cloth bag.
Originally, he still had the plan to attack the Tiger Demon by taking a cold breath, but after seeing this fierce fierce scene like a purgatory, that little Jiujiu suddenly disappeared.
Can such a group of monsters be broken into pieces of meat, this black tiger is the legendary big monster?
Even the big demon appeared, that puppet man wanted to wipe out the new hunters! ! It definitely didn't want to let people out! !
Zheng Qing madly cursed a perverted puppet in the bottom of his heart, wishing a fireball to burn it into black coal!
The only good thing is that this black tiger demon didn't tear him to pieces.
Maybe it's because it was full?
Zheng Qing knows that in addition to feeding on wizards, demons transformed by erosion can survive by swallowing each other-but this kind of swallowing behavior is basically limited to a group of wild demons driven by instinct-this is also a hunter. One of the ways to judge the type of monster.
In other words, this tiger demon is very likely to be a demon that has been eroded and transformed.
But it's also uncertain-what if this tiger monster has a quirk and doesn't like eating wizards? This naive thought suddenly appeared in Zheng Qing's heart.
The young wizard moved his limbs cautiously, allowing the blood to flow back into the nearly dry blood vessels. Then he tilted his head and greeted the tiger in a low voice: "Master Tiger? Are you hungry?"
"If I'm not hungry, I won't bother?"
(The tone is perfect!) He encourages himself from the bottom of his heart-very polite~EbookFREE.me~ keep working hard!
The tiger demon raised an eyelid and glanced at the wizard, there was no follow-up movement.
This gave Zheng Qing great courage.
He stood up straight, turned around the dead bodies of a few monsters, and tried to leave the slaughterhouse.
After walking a few steps and turning around, he found that the black tiger who had been napping on the ground was opening his mouth, yawning, and shaking the blood and dust on his body, Shi Shiran followed.
"Damn!"
Zheng Qing wailed in his heart, and Sa Yazi ran away.
But after not running far, the tearing pain in his chest appeared again.
Glancing to the side, the Black Tiger Demon was following him diagonally behind him briskly, not hurriedly, not hurriedly, not hurriedly, and shook his nose and ears from time to time, as if on an outing.