Lu Zhengkang turned over and drilled through his fingers to the back of the giant palm, holding the root of the tail finger of the giant palm in one hand.


    The diameter of the meatball is estimated to be about 30 meters, and the palm that it absorbs the evil spirit black fog is about 100 meters long, but the thickness is not uniform, because it has a strange and unnatural way of muscle stacking. The meat of the big arm is too plump and looks bloated, just like it is filled with fat, while the small arm has tight lines and textures, and the elbow joint is covered with fat The structure of earthworm links enables it to rotate without dead angle. When it comes to the palm, Lu Zhengkang can touch the bone. This part is almost skin and bone style. Compared with the arm, it looks very thin. The cross-sectional diameter of each finger is about one meter. Lu Zhengkang can hold it firmly with one hand.


    The giant palm crossed an oblique line, and its fingertip penetrated into the side wall of the mine, leaving large scratches on the rock strata. The bright blue ore was scattered, and the air was filled with the smell of bitter almonds.


    Lu Zhengkang saw the right direction, stepped on the back of Juzhang''s hand and flew to the area where the meatball was.


    He could see the howling faces on the surface of the meatballs. They roared at Lu Zhengkang, and the fierce air jet from their mouths blew Lu Zhengkang out again.


    It''s difficult.


    In mid air, the giant palm came again. Lu Zhengkang skillfully turned over the back of his hand and hitchhiked back to where he was standing at the beginning. His nuclear torch was still scattered on one side and did not go out.


    After exhaling, the collapsed meatball suddenly inhaled again for fear of suffocating itself.


    After thinking about it, Lu Zhengkang pinned the hammer to the buckle of his belt, picked up the torch, and then took out a can of spoiled lard from his girdle. This was the raw material he used to make the torch. The lard, which should have been light yellow, was covered with mold and turned green after a long time, but it could still be burned.


    Lu Zhengkang returned to the mine, where there were many corpses killed by him. The terrain was narrow, and he was not afraid of the giant palm coming in. He opened the sealed oilcloth, and then heated the pig oil tank with a torch from the bottom of the tank. The tank was only two fists large, and could barely be put into his pocket. Then he carried it carefully. Otherwise, if it was bigger, he would have no way.


    When the torch melted the lard, the sour smell of the lard pierced his throat. Lu Zhengkang wanted to sneeze and cough, and frowned at the strange smell.


    This is the simple fire oil. Lu Zhengkang sealed the oil tank with tarpaulin, put it in his girdle and rushed out of the mine.


    The giant palm is swinging and gesticulating in a dull way. Its fingertips scrape the top of the cave and make a dull sound. The gravel keeps falling. I don''t know how it can feel the appearance of Lu Zhengkang. Maybe it''s in the perceptive range of the meatball. The giant palm will rush to Lu Zhengkang and press down immediately.


    Simply avoid this overwhelming hand, jump directly on the back of your hand, ride a ride, still in mid air toward the meat ball body.


    Lu Zhengkang''s big sleeve is floating. He holds shield in one hand and torch in the other. He dodges back and forth in the turbulent air flow to avoid the attack of giant palm. When the meatball is finished and begins to breathe in, he takes out the cupping pot, lights the sealing oil cloth and smashes it at the meatball.


    The oilcloth burned out in mid air, and the liquid lard inside burst into flames, turning into a ladle of fire rain, falling on the surface of the meat ball as it inhaled, burning up.


    Giant palm beat the surface of the meat ball anxiously, trying to put out the fire, while those burned faces were crying, and the faces hit by the palm even collapsed their noses. The scene was very happy for a moment.


    Lu Zhengkang narrowed his eyes. He didn''t expect that the meat ball still had some intelligence. He knew that he was going to try to put out the fire.


    He didn''t mean to burn the meat ball directly with fire. After all, it''s so big that he wanted to hurt it. Now there are many fire spots on the surface of the meat ball. It''s so flustered that it doesn''t look like it. This gives Lu Zhengkang an opportunity to take advantage of it.


    Lu Zhengkang fell on the shallow water at the bottom of the pit. The water here is very viscous, not like water, but like oil. It''s just that it''s not combustible. It''s quite strange that he has no time to study the water. He just rushes towards the multi-faceted meatballs.


    When he got close to him, he saw many details. The meatball was obviously the aggregation of countless human bodies. The purple muscles were also some animal trunks that were stretched, adhered and twisted. Not only human beings, but also rats and lizards had no epidermis. The bones almost disappeared, leaving only some white traces in the dark red muscle. With the rise and contraction of the meatball, all of these things disappeared The trunks constantly emit purple light, and the light comes from the broken white organs in their trunks.


    A large number of human faces protrude from the surface of the whole meatball. They are moving slowly, just like soaking in the water and protruding their faces on the inner wall with the water flowing and squeezing. Each face is wide open and has a high degree of assimilation, which is similar to Van Gogh''s cry.


    Lu Zhengkang frowned. It was disgusting.


    He put up his shield and hit a face. It didn''t penetrate much. Is it solid?


    Giant palm was still busy putting out the fire. He just beat Lu Zhengkang twice like a mosquito. Seeing that the flame was about to die out, Lu Zhengkang also focused on the base of the huge black arm, that is, the part of the armpit, where it was like a burst pox. There was a crack on the surface of the meatball. Lu Zhengkang carried the shield well and began to scratch the open mouth of his face Climb up.He released his right hand, still holding a torch, and quickly stepped into the mouth of many sides with his feet as a support point. He jumped six or seven meters in one jump. Like a gecko, he swam obliquely to the armpit on the surface of the meatball.


    This place is surprisingly safe, and it''s a wonderful place to settle down. Because the small arms of this strange black hand are short and thin, it can''t touch a circle around the armpit. Lu Zhengkang can even sit down here and watch the giant palm paddle in vain in front of his eyes. His fingers try to stab him, but it''s still three or four meters away.


    Lu Zhengkang put a torch in the eye of one face, then raised his shield, stabbed it into the crack of his armpit, and then took out a single hand hammer, smashed it on the shield, and slowly opened a bigger crack. The inside of the meat ball was quite high pressure. As soon as he opened a two meter long gap, countless bodies were ejected from the inside.


    These corpses are covered with a layer of gray digestive juice. When they suddenly blow out, it''s really like a pool of vomit. Lu Zhengkang smells a strange smell of osmanthus, not even bad. On the contrary, it''s very fragrant, but when he inhales it, he chokes his nose.


    These half digested corpses fell in the shallow water, and soon black smoke came out. In a short time, they turned into black water, and the black smoke diffused away and turned into a black fog of evil spirits.


    Where the corpse disappeared, there were many off white, basin sized spherical eggs, still releasing the strange aroma.


    Lu Zhengkang is still dedicated to tearing up the meatball. As he chisels into the deep, he opens a cavity inside, which is illuminated by the familiar phosphorescence. With this light, he can see clearly that there is a crisscross translucent blue vine in the cavity. In the middle of the vine, there is an ugly "man" whose face looks like a melting candle.


    Lu Zhengkang was not sure whether he was a man or a woman, because he saw a full set of reproductive organs in the man''s cut stomach.


    Let''s call him a man. After all, he is more masculine, and most importantly, he should be the son whom brother Shatou entrusted Lu Zhengkang to look for.


    Disfigurement brother slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang. The skin on his forehead was drooping and covered his eyes, but Lu Zhengkang could still feel the gaze.


    The phosphorescence that once flowed from the eyes of the silent abyss, now also flowed from the man''s chest. This is indeed the same thing, the photon creature!


    The man whispered: "here comes the elixir, here comes the elixir..." With these words, the blue vines that extend into the womb pump like blood vessels, transporting the off white eggs to the inner wall of the cavity. With the breath of the meat ball, the inside of a human body emits brilliant purple light.