Chapter 300 Slaughterhouse

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.

The tiger demon was playing with the monkey demon's head like a ball. Zheng Qing could only lie there motionless, silently repeating "I don't exist", "I don't exist" and "I don't exist" in his heart.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Time just kept passing by minute by minute.

The waiting time should have been extremely painful, but because he was too mentally exhausted, Zheng Qing fell asleep unknowingly. When he opened his eyes again, he stared in confusion for a long time before he suddenly realized his current situation.

Cold sweat instantly dripped down his temples.

For a moment, he was in awe of his admiration - the sky was about to fall, but he could still sleep! If the tiger monster really removes the head while sleeping, I don’t know if it will turn into a headless ghost in the future.

After coming back to his senses, Zheng Qing first took a look at the sky.

Not surprisingly, he saw nothing.

The sky is still dark and unclear, giving people a hazy feeling. The sun was always hanging lazily on the horizon, looking half-dead - in Zheng Qing's memory, this was how it looked in the hunting ground a long time ago. But I don’t know if there are any flaws in the basic rules of this small world.

With his mind drawn back from time, Zheng Qing took a gentle breath and felt that his body had regained some strength.

He quietly tilted his head and looked to the side.

The huge black tiger demon had its eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. Its two front paws as big as cattail leaf fans were placed together, and the monkey demon's poor head was pressed under the paws. Through the slightly drunken sky, Zheng Qing could clearly see that the monkey demon's eyes had turned into two dark holes, and two dark purple blood stains flowed from the eye sockets, leaving traces on its dark yellow rough skin. It left deep marks and finally disappeared into the messy hair on the neck.

Zheng Qing felt his heart beating violently.

He slowed down and breathed a sigh of relief. While staring closely at the black tiger demon, he stiffly arched his body and tried to get up quietly.

The tiger demon who was taking a nap with his eyes narrowed slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Zheng Qing's movements immediately froze.

"I'm being targeted by a vicious tiger monster! I don't dare to move! What should I do?!"

"Would you like to turn into a cat and give it your grandson?!"

"If a person dies, his eggs will fall into the sky, and he will not die for tens of millions of years. What a coward! Don't be afraid, just do it!!"

"What if I can't do it... I'm waiting online, it's quite urgent!"

A lot of random thoughts immediately appeared in his mind, but before these thoughts faded away, the tiger demon changed his position and continued to lie down and take a nap, seemingly not paying attention to the young wizard's little movements.

Zheng Qing froze in place for a few seconds, then finally gritted his teeth and sat up.

Then he glanced a little further away and immediately froze.

Dead demon.

There are dead monsters everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is full of dead demons, like a huge demon slaughterhouse.

Several bull demons had their legs turned out and were crawling in the wilderness with their bellies touching the ground. Dark red blood was still flowing from the terrifying huge wounds on their necks. In comparison, the snake demons seemed to look more miserable - - They were almost cut into two pieces from head to tail, hanging among the bushes in the field, like strips of dried meat.

There were also wolf demons, those cunning demons that originally chased the Exoneration Hunting Team and had nowhere to escape, were 'planted' into the ground one by one.

Yes, it literally means "planting", just like planting rice seedlings in a rice field, pressing the head down into the soil, half-in the body, only the buttocks and tail exposed, and planting a square "wolf field" neatly.

Even the white wolf demon king was not spared and occupied a foot of space in the center of the 'wolf field'.

The breeze blows, and the thick and fluffy tails of the wolf monsters sway slightly like ears of rice, unexpectedly giving people the illusion that everything is harmonious and beautiful, and that a good harvest is in sight this autumn.

In comparison, the situation of the monkey demons who were just picked off and played with as balls seemed not so embarrassing.

Zheng Qing turned his neck stiffly and looked around.

There are no exceptions around.

Centered around the place where he and the tiger demon were, the torn bodies of the dead demons were scattered all over the ground, densely packed in the field, almost dyeing the entire grassland a bright red.

Abundant blood slowly evaporated under the dim sunlight, floating in the air, and slowly accumulated into a dark red mist, like a rotting peach blossom miasma.

The young wizard swallowed involuntarily, and the talisman held between his fingers slipped silently, and then he quietly took his hand out of the gray cloth bag.

Originally, he had planned to sneak up on the tiger demon, but after seeing this purgatory-like scene, Xiao Jiujiu's plans suddenly disappeared.

Can this black tiger beat such a group of monsters to pieces all over the ground? Is this the legendary big monster?

Even the big demon has appeared. That damn puppet wants to annihilate all the new hunters! ! It certainly didn’t want to let anyone out! !

Zheng Qing cursed a certain perverted Chuni puppet in his heart, wishing that a fireball would burn it to black coals!

The only thing he was thankful for was that the black tiger demon didn't tear him to pieces.

Maybe it was because it had just eaten?

Zheng Qing knew that in addition to feeding on wizards, demons transformed through erosion could also rely on devouring each other to maintain their existence - but this behavior of devouring the same kind was basically limited to groups of wild demons driven by instinct - this was also the case for hunters. One of the ways to determine the type of monster.

In other words, this tiger demon is most likely a demon that has been transformed by erosion.

But there’s no telling—what if this tiger monster has a quirk and doesn’t like eating wizards? This innocent idea suddenly appeared in Zheng Qing's heart.

The young wizard carefully moved his limbs to let the blood 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 you're not hungry, I won't bother you?"

(Perfect tone!) He encouraged himself in his heart - very polite, keep working hard!

The tiger demon raised an eyelid and glanced at the wizard, but there was no further movement.

This gave Zheng Qing great courage.

He stood up straight, limped around the corpses of several monsters, and tried to leave the slaughterhouse.

After walking a few steps, I turned around and found that the black tiger that had been taking a nap on the ground was opening its mouth wide, yawning widely, then shaking off the blood scabs and dust on its body, Shi Shiran followed.

"Mom!"

Zheng Qing wailed in his heart, and Sayazi ran away.

But before I ran very far, the tearing pain in my chest appeared again.

Glancing to the side, the black tiger demon was following him diagonally behind him at a brisk pace, neither hurried nor slow, snoring and shaking his ears from time to time, as if on an outing.