The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

What is this sound?

I looked up suspiciously.

On the roof of the canopy, the densely packed enchanted bats, who were sleeping quietly before, suddenly became agitated for some reason, sticking their heads out one by one, revealing a pair of crimson small eyes with sharp teeth and squeaking. Squeak.

Is this a mass offensive?

I felt a chill.

As a warrior, facing such a large number of enchanted bats, he retreats all over this bragging and special-purpose fantasy. Let’s leave it alone, there is a considerable distance from the entrance to the twelfth floor when you came here, it’s not about running back. They can run back. In other words, once they attack, with my current speed, whether they can escape alive is a problem.

I jumped around and hid behind a rock not far away. I was in a dangerous place. An extra bunker would give me more life. I knocked on the rock. It was cold and hard. It should be able to stop the bat's attack.

Ready to wait, both hands holding Taito tremble slightly. This is not excitement, but fear. Although I am not afraid of life and death, if I choose, I still yearn to live.

And there are so many demonized bats, if you slack off, they will be torn to pieces.

Thinking that I might be torn into a bare skeleton by these bloodthirsty monsters in a very short time, I felt cold.

Just as I was thinking about it, the rustling sound became louder and sicker, as if countless noisy cars were humming on the blue planet, the busiest street. It was so disturbing.

I even wished to jump up and cut off their tongues one by one with the two Tachi swords in my hands to relieve my breath, but I couldn't do this because the roof was too high for me to reach them.

The rustling sound never stopped and lasted for about two minutes. Suddenly, a demonized bat stood up on the roof of the shed. It fluttered a few long and narrow wings, and its mouth issued a short and sharp sound. He squeaked, and the next second, he flapped his wings, drawing a black shadow in the dim cave, and swooping down toward the ground.

"This guy is committing suicide?"

The behavior of the demonized bat formed a brief conjecture in my mind.

However, the facts are not as I expected. At the moment when the demonized bat was about to hit the ground, with a single wing, it forcibly stopped its body and floated in the air less than half a meter from the ground, and then the fleshy wing instigated it. Its elliptical and round body fell, and a pair of sharp claws stretched out, gripping the ground tightly, just like that, standing in the position I just occupied.

Less than twenty centimeters from this position, there is a pool of fresh flesh and blood spilled by the enchanted bat that attacked me before.

The shattered internal organs of the demonized bat and the fishy smell of fresh blood. On my side four or five meters apart, I can smell it very clearly. I am a human being, not to mention a demon that is much more sensitive than me. What about bats?

"In other words, is it going to eat the corpse of a companion?"

I stared, watching the demonized bat that was gradually approaching flesh and blood, waiting for its next move.

Sure enough, as it was approaching the blood-stained flesh, the demonized bat bent its oval body, poked its head, opened its mouth, and quickly bit down towards the **** internal organs on the ground.

"Eat all kinds..."

I frowned and twitched the corners of my mouth twice: "It's too peaty."

Under the glimmer of light, the enchanted bat that swallowed the same kind of corpse opened its mouth, and its two rows of fine and sharp teeth continued to chew the meat on the ground, and then swallowed it bit by bit, as if enjoying the blood and meat juice. The feeling flowing in the mouth, but the expression of enjoyment feels strange.

When I felt unbearable to look straight, a series of grunts came out unconsciously in my stomach, and I was actually hungry at this time!

This is your sister’s pit or not, I don’t think I’m hungry just because I see it. I’m so sorry about my identity as a human being.. Although we are all foodies.

There is a tacit understanding in the way foodies treat things. This is the resonance that only foodies can experience. Maybe this demonized bat can help me because we are both foodies..

I think so in my mind, but I dare not try it easily. After all, the species are different and there are gaps in the food chain.

Although I have eaten monster meat, I prefer to eat cooked meat, which seems to have a special feeling for raw meat.

I like to eat cooked meat, it likes to eat raw meat, this is the generation gap.

Once a generation gap is born, humans and humans cannot coexist in harmony, let alone demonic bats!

So I gave up the idea of ​​trying to communicate with the demonized bat in front of me, and instead thought about how to eliminate it and how to avoid the group of bombs that would explode on top of the beginning.

After the demonized bat had eaten almost two or three pieces of minced meat, it suddenly raised its head and looked around with a pair of pale red eyes, like two small lamps.

I quietly retracted my head behind the rock, motionless, in order not to make any movement, I even held my breath, and it lasted for about half a minute before I slowly resumed my breathing again, and quietly stuck out my head. Only the demonized bat is looking at the place behind it.

After watching the whole circle in the end, it raised its head and made a very regular squeak in its mouth, as if it were delivering a speech, or expressing its comfort after eating meat.

However, as soon as the sound stopped, the group of enchanted bats on the roof became restless again. This time the restlessness was different from the previous one. This time it seemed unusually noisy, like being on the shore, listening to the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

After the noise, there was a dead silence, and then, one, two... dozens of enchanted bats swooped down at the same time, rushed to the place where the blood stains and the remaining pieces of meat were, opened their mouths, and kept devouring their dead companions. His internal organs, **** the fresh blood left by his dead companion.

The scene was like a banquet, lively and bloody.

"His grandmother is really a bunch of inhuman guys!"

I mumbled to myself, completely forgot, they are not humans at all, but monsters, do you want human nature to have wool?

Not long after the'banquet', the group of enchanted bats fluttered and flew back to the roof of the roof. A pair of claws gripped the cracks in the roof of the roof, a pair of fleshy wings clung to it, and returned to the previous sleep. Looks like.

Looking at the place on the ground, there was no trace of the blood from the minced meat. There was only a small piece of slimy transparent liquid, which should be salivating from their mouths.

After a while, the rustling voice finally disappeared without a trace.

I slowly stood up, looked around vigilantly for a week, and found that the group of enchanted bats on the roof was no longer moving. It should have fallen into a deep sleep state again.

I let out a sigh of relief: it's dangerous. If I hide without the foresight, I will probably be torn apart and eaten by them.

Thinking so, I walked to the sticky liquid, squatted down, rubbed it with my finger, and grind it a few times. Thoughtfully, an illusion came to my mind.

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