Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 1387 Twenty-nine. Diffusion

  Everything has a time limit, and in the eternity of eternity, even death passes away.

  The melody of the inescapable death of life, except for the existence of the dead—

   Rotten and weird, they have no soul, no thinking, like a group of tools, the time of existence depends on their own deadlines.

   Lu Li squirmed his rotten, foul-smelling body into a rotting lair that once belonged to ghouls.

  It seems to be ooze, irregular, strangely rotten and strangely piled up randomly, and they don't care about the companions crawling over them. Only the occasional turning over or making noises indicate that they are in a dormant period.

   They don't rest easy for long.

   "Mad Warlock Bloodman" got news from the blood plague tribe that ghouls will attack this rotten lair.

  Lu Li didn't look any different from rotten and weird, slow and slow like them, huddled in a corner. The only difference is that they are resting and he is waiting.

  The silence lasted until evening, and the rotting lair gradually woke up. The rotten weirdness seems to have received some kind of message, separated from the main body like broken bread crumbs, and poured out of the nest.

  Lu Li mixed in and fell behind, the black eyes squeezed out of the muddy body peeping at the **** torrent emerging at the end of the street.

  It's like red ants charging the black slug.

   The ghouls rushed forward, and the warlocks were like rocks in the water, waving their staffs to cast the withering witchcraft. There are no ghoul chiefs and grand warlocks.

   There are only three great warlocks in the blood plague group, and they are unlikely to appear here.

   But enough for the rotting lair weirdness.

  There are hundreds of ghouls on the streets, and only a few dozen rotten monsters. Even if they make the blood spots disappear every time they slap, tear, and wrap, the fearless blood spots will still tear their rotting bodies.

   Ghoul civilians wander among them. Drag back rotting monstrosity and ghoul carcasses, mincemeat. Occasionally, rotten monsters gushed out of the sewer, and were swallowed by **** waves in an instant.

  Claire overlooked from a high altitude, and the rotten and weird retreated steadily in the tide of ghouls.

  Lu Li did not lead Rotten Weird to victory—because this attack was just an insignificant micro battle in the macro battle, and it would not affect the result.

   More importantly, Lu Li planned to use this to get in touch with the rotten and weird core.

Quietly sneaked into the sewer, when the ghoul warrior charged from the ground tremblingly, suddenly protruded tentacles and rolled up the ghoul warlock, before the ghoul group reacted, wrapped the warlock and retreated into the rotten weirdness, quietly permeating the dream Melt it.

  When Lu Li was thinking about whether to let Rotten Weird win or lose, Rotten Weird suddenly squirmed its strangely huge body and slowly retreated.

  Lu Li followed the rotten monster into the night and returned the lair to the ghoul.

  Scattered rotting monsters crawled on the dark streets, and Lu Li blended into it like a ghoul. The bulging sac holds the ghoul warlock and his dreams.

  Lu Li glimpsed the clue fragments joined by a third-party force—unexpectedly, it was just a coincidence.

   These monsters are called scavengers by ghouls—they eat scavenger, and rotten monsters are a group of carrion aggregates.

   Thus forming a single-line food chain: rotten monstrosities hunt ghouls, and scavenger hunts rotten monstrosities.

   Randomly left the sleeping warlock by the side of the road, and the rotten meat passing by would eat it. Lu Li followed the rotten monster and crawled into a larger rotten lair.

  Without communication, without gaze, Lu Li and the rotting weirdness of Routine melted into the rotting lair without ripples, just like in the previous lair.

  Lu Li piled up his ego in an open space that was not bordered by other rotten monsters. Eyeballs drilled out of his body, looking at the sky.

  The deep gloom is like a veil hanging over the sky.

  The black eyes traveled around the body surface as Lu Li looked around. These rotten monsters didn't even have dreams, and Lu Li couldn't get fragmented information from their dreams.

  The displaced rotting nest did not give them a restful night.

  Woke up from his sleep, Lu Li heard the dense and chaotic rustling outside the rotting lair, but he didn't notice the sluggish rot in the lair.

  Lu Li had no choice but to stretch out his tentacles to dig out the rotten and weird rotten flesh next to him, and smashed it towards the piled up "companions".

   The Rotten Weird woke up one after another from the death-like sleep, and Lu Li's eyes adapted to the darkness saw the wither that corrodes all things waving into the nest, and the Rotten Weird oozes black blood, like the black ice on the fireplace melting silently.

  Lu Li's reminder made many rotten and weird people react, and the silent killing turned into a melee killing.

   The leaders of the ghouls leaped into the lair with a halo of withering, but Lu Li didn't feel the previous message, as if they had been abandoned.

  Do nothing These rotten monsters will die in their lairs.

Lu Li spread out like a creeper, enduring the trampling of "similar" and ghouls and the erosion of the withering halo, spreading silently to the outside of the lair, jumping over the rotten wall, and seeing a dozen or so ghoul warlocks maintaining the plague .

  They didn't notice that a rotten monster noticed them... Lu Li quietly flowed along the rotten wall, like a puddle of sewage seeping into a sewer, passed the group of warlocks silently, and got out from behind them.

   Maintaining his stealth, Lu Li spread himself out, like black water spreading towards the ghoul, gradually covering the place where he was standing.

  At this time, a ghoul warlock lowered his head.

  The rotting, mottled eyeball blurred the spike that rose momentarily.

  The dense forest of needles pierced through the weak bodies of the ghoul warlocks. When the surrounding ghoul fighters and leaders noticed it, Lu Li had already retreated into the sewer.

  The roaring ghouls smashed the ground, and the collapsed sewers were only empty of stinking damp and sewage.

  The destruction of the ghoul warlock changed the scales that favored ghouls. The night attack failed, and the ghouls withdrew from their lairs, turning into a tide of blood and disappearing into the depths of the night.

  Lu Li returned to the lair without anyone knowing. Until the ghouls receded, still no orders descended on Rotten Weird. The surviving carrion huddled in their lairs as if nothing had happened.

   Before dawn, Lu Li came to the agreed meeting place. Claire fell into the cellar after waiting for a while.

   "You don't think about what happened last night..."

  Lu Li has been trying his best to maintain the balance between the two sides in the battle. It is best to let the ghouls and rotten monsters die together. The addition of the Scavenger was an accident, but acceptable. But Claire told Lu Li the incredible things that happened last night.

  Other packs of ghouls from the Darkfields seem to have aroused the outrage of the "natives" of Midnight City, who thwart packs of ghouls that bypass or pass through the territory.

   And… "Brood" joins the fray.

   is the huge meat mountain that gave birth to the bat demon.

   Then more and more weirdnesses joined in a short night, half of Midnight City fell into chaos, and gradually spread to the surroundings.

  A snowball drives the snow on the entire mountain to slide down. Claire is right...

   They got into trouble.

  (end of this chapter)