Chapter 159: Mausoleum City Wudu 31

Chapter 159 Mausoleum City of Fog 31

But think about it again, life is the most precious in the game, so don't make trouble.

Fu Anan tapped lightly with her fingers in the glass jar, and she had to do things step by step.

The sixteenth day of Mausoleum, Xiaowu

Parasites are still permeating in various invisible corners of the city.

In the past two days, Fu Anan has been carefully observing the glass jar, and the video recorder on the side has witnessed the transformation of the pink meat bit by bit.

That piece of meat got smaller.

The outer layer of skin has become dull, from pink to taupe, and there seems to be something crawling out of it.

Fu Anan sat by the glass jar and watched, a dozen slender, pink tentacles protruding from the lump of pink and brown meat.

These tentacles flutter in the water, they are only as thin as a hair, and they blend into the water without looking carefully.

The tentacles swayed and struggled in the water, and the main body, which was only the size of a fingernail, emerged from behind.

It looks a bit like an octopus, and a bit like a jellyfish, but it doesn't look like anyone else.

The dry brown piece of meat has completely become a mass of dead meat.

Fu Anan witnessed the entire transformation process of the parasite.

So after being parasitized, the head of the human is just a state of suspended animation of the parasite. Only when the abdomen is hit and the place where the pink flesh is located, the parasite will die completely.

Fu Anan looked at the glass jar.

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Five minutes later, Fu Anan wrapped himself up and took full precautions.

Then use chopsticks to fish out the parasite and put it on the cutting board.

In order to prevent it from running away, the first thing to do is to nail it to the cutting board, and there is a basin under the cutting board.

When it is a big piece of meat, it will die with a knife, but it will be more powerful when it is shrunk.

Being pierced by nails is still alive and well.

When Fu Anan approached, the hair-thin tentacles were still stretching towards her.

click.

Fu Anan raised the knife in his hand and cut it out with scissors.

The cut tentacles did not move, but the wounds continued to heal, and then new tentacles grew out.

Seeing this, Fu Anan cut its small meat ball into two.

Split up and down.

Ten minutes later, the wound healed.

Then split left and right.