Dean frowned and raised his hand to pull out the arrow from the forehead of the bloated Undead. This arrow was just an ordinary fine iron arrow. Using mercury poisoned arrows to hunt Undead was a complete waste. Moreover, there were not many mercury poisoned arrows left in his quiver, so he had to use them sparingly.
In this silent subway, the roar of the two bloated undead was extremely loud. When the second bloated undead fell under the arrow, there was another roar. He saw from behind the body of the huge splitter, two more bloated undead came out. One of the bloated undead was cut off from the chest, leaving only the upper body swollen. Its face was full of bulging flesh and blood. The mouth and eyeballs were squeezed into the flesh, like a balloon filled with air.
Dean saw the appearance of the half of the undead. He didn't expect that it would evolve because of the flesh and blood of the splitter. Was it not the stomach that it used to digest food? Was it other organs? Or any tissue of the whole body?
This idea passed quickly in his mind. He raised the arrow in his hand and quickly aimed to shoot.
Puff! Puff! Two bloated undead were pierced by the sword and nailed to the ground.
Dean saw that these bloated corpses had no intelligence, and his heart was relieved. Although their speed after being bloated was much stronger than the general ordinary corpses, even more than the level 9 scythe corpses, close to the level 15 monsters, but they did not know how to avoid the danger, but became his own live target.
Roar! Roar!
From the body of the splitter, the bloated undead climbed out one after another. They roared and rushed to Dean.
Dean quickly pulled out the arrow and shot it. After shooting one, he quickly rushed over to pull out the arrow and recycle it. In a blink of an eye, in just four or five minutes, fourteen or fifteen undead from the splitter's body were all shot dead by Dean. Two arrows were scrapped in the repeated recycling. There were only four ordinary arrows and two mercury poison arrows left.
Dean saw that there were no bloated undead crawling out. He immediately pulled out the dagger and bent down to cut the head of the undead whose gender was difficult to distinguish. He saw that the swollen flesh outside the skull was extremely hard, like steel. The dagger cut into the skull and dug a small hole along the hole in the neck. He skillfully pulled out some intracranial tissue. Soon, he found a dark blue crystal in a relatively cold intracranial tissue.
Dean picked up the cold crystal. It was about half the size of the ordinary undead. It was closer to the cold crystal in the skull of the sickle undead. He guessed that if these bloated undead lived for a while, the nutrients in their bodies would promote the size of the cold crystal to become bigger. According to his previous experience of absorbing cold crystal, the bigger the cold crystal was, the purer the color was, and the more obvious the absorption effect was!
"These cold crystals can be worth two to three ordinary undead …" Dean's eyes flashed for a moment. He suddenly thought of something. He couldn't help but shine, "The flesh and blood of the splitter contains rich energy. These ordinary withered undead trapped in the subway can evolve like this in such a short time after eating its flesh and blood. If these flesh and blood are given to the splitter to eat, won't it soon promote their body to enter the growth period?"
Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little excited. He quickly collected the cold crystals in the skulls of more than a dozen swollen corpses on the ground. Then he looked around the subway to see if there were any 'living' corpses that he missed. Soon, he found several corpses that fell on the subway track. He killed them and picked up the cold crystals. After confirming that there were no living undead left, he returned to the splitter and thought about how to carry its flesh and blood to the splitter's cave. If he directly cut it and carried it, the flesh and blood would exude a tempting smell. He didn't know how many monsters would covet it along the way.
Although the Splitter was able to intimidate everyone when it was alive, the smell emitted by its corpse after death was like a sumptuous feast to these ordinary monsters.
"I have to go back to the giant wall and find some transport tools. Now it's evening and the temperature is getting low. Monsters like to come out to hunt. It's too dangerous to carry at night. I have to go back and prepare the tools." Dean looked at the huge body of the splitter and turned to go out of the underground subway station. Although the body of the splitter would inevitably attract nearby monsters, but he didn't have the tools to cover the smell. He had to abandon it for the time being. After all, it wasn't like there was a pillow sent to him when he dozed off.
However, due to the structure of the splitter's body, these monsters could only gnaw its flesh and blood. They couldn't hurt its sharp limbs. These sharp limbs were the most valuable material of its body. They could be forged into extremely powerful hunting weapons. It was completely different from the steel weapons used by other ordinary hunters.
Whoosh!
Dean quickly ran in the direction of the giant wall. After a moment he returned to the giant wall. He looked up and saw that Nicholas was still on the giant wall. He was holding the edge of the giant wall and looking down.
He was stealthily approaching, so the latter didn't notice him. He ran a few steps and came to about three kilometers away from the giant wall. He showed himself and waved his hands at Nicholas on the giant wall. Soon he attracted Nicholas's attention.
If Dean died, he didn't know what kind of trouble he would face. Today, he naturally knew the significance of Dean to him. If Dean died, he wouldn't be able to gain freedom. On the contrary, if Dean died, the magistrate would investigate carefully with Dean's prominent identity. At that time, the blame would be put on his head. He was just a criminal in Thorn Flower Prison. If he lost Dean, he would have no background to rely on. He would be sent to prison again by the forces that Dean had a good relationship with.
Dean saw that Nicholas had noticed him and immediately gestured to him.
Nicotine's face slightly changed as he saw Dean's gesture. He looked down at the giant wall and felt a burst of dizziness in his mind. His face turned pale. He had been waiting here for a long time. First, he was afraid of heights. Second, he was worried that the beast would come back again when he was halfway up the wall. He would become a conspicuous bait when he was hanging in the air.
He hesitated in his heart and wanted to use a gesture to ask if he wanted to take other things with him. Suddenly, he woke up and his face showed a trace of bitterness. From Dean's position, he understood that the latter was afraid of him shooting shark spears from the giant wall, so he stood thousands of meters away. But he knew that he would not do that.
Sighing in his heart, he knew that there was no room for explanation, so he tightened the rope on the edge and checked it again. After confirming that there was no problem, he clenched his teeth and climbed up the giant wall. He grabbed the rope with both hands and slowly slid down.
Dean quietly watched him. When he reached the height of seven or eight hundred meters, he immediately rushed towards the giant wall. By this time, Nicholas had slid down to about five hundred meters. He waited for a few minutes. Nicholas slid down from the rope. His old face was as white as paper. His legs were trembling as he landed on the ground. It seemed that he was scared.
Dean smiled in his heart when he saw his appearance. He realized that a cunning person was no different from an ordinary person in the face of his own weakness.
"You've worked hard. Go back." Dean patted his shoulder and said to him like an elder talking to a junior. He didn't consider the age gap between them. He turned around and opened the door on the ground.
Nicholas was surprised for a moment. He quickly jumped into the passage. He saw Dean walking in front of him. He couldn't help but ask: "What about the beast?"
"It's dead." Dudian didn't look back as he said in an understated tone. He felt helpless and depressed in his heart. He had prepared for so long but in the end the people from the inner wall easily got the fruits. Fortunately there were some eggs left in the nest otherwise he would have suffered a big loss and would have made a wedding dress for others.
"Dead?"
Nicholas was stunned. He suspected that there was a problem with his ears. Dead? Such a huge and malevolent monster was killed just like that? He stared blankly at the back of the young man in front of him, a little absent-minded. After a while, he came back to his senses. He felt a burst of cold, and his body felt a little cold. The demons and goddesses on the walls on both sides of the dark passage seemed to be peeping at him with evil spirits.
He hurried to catch up with Dean and cautiously asked: "Is he really dead? Is this a demon that bestows a name? "
"I hope so." Dean replied.
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