Ke Meng didn't touch it. As usual, he took out the big-faced cat and stared at it.
Strange knowledge increased!
"Petrified Stone"
"When the physiological skin surface touches it, stone skin will automatically form on the skin surface."
"Side effects: stony skin gradually proliferates all over the body, and thinking gradually becomes slower."
"After stopping contact, the stone skin will remain for one or two days. The remaining time depends on the individual's new formation metabolism capacity."
After reading its information, Kemeng finally knew what the petrified stone was.
To put it simply, it adds a layer of stone skin to enhance defense capabilities, but at the cost of slowing down the mind.
After Kemen thought about it, he tried it himself.
Just tap the surface of the stone with your finger, and stone skin immediately appeared on your finger.
The surging resistance force in the body is fighting against the power of petrification, but this thing is not that easy to fade away.
The items sacrificed by player believers in this issue are items from the level 100 area. Kemeng's resistance power cannot instantly eliminate the negative effects, and the skin on his fingers is still petrified.
Letting go of his finger, Kemen pinched the stone skin with the other one. The texture of the stone was very obvious.
As for thinking, he didn't feel much. Maybe his thinking had been slowed down, but Kemeng couldn't detect it.
There seems to be nothing wrong with Ke Meng's spirituality, so he ignores it for the time being.
Tuck the rocks into a storage scarf to use as an insulation generator later.
Speaking of which, I haven't been too busy recently and haven't had time to shoot videos.
After Kemon comes into contact with the petrified stone, he realizes that the resistance isn't enough.
In the game, the maximum level is level 999.
And Cthulhu's resistance is 100 million, an astronomical number.
Kemen will not directly benchmark data with the evil god Cthulhu. That would be unrealistic. Cthulhu is a god-level person, and it is not something that can be reached in a short while.
Ke Meng patted Bai Sutang, "Tell me, what's the best thing to shoot for the new video?"
As an authentic Sha Diao netizen, when Bai Sutang clicked, an exclamation mark almost popped up on his forehead, and his body stayed in place.
Bai Sutang's eyes moved rapidly, and the evil god asked it personally. If he couldn't answer it, the consequences... might be serious.
White Sugar shook her body, and the fine yellow sand shook out from between the feathers.
It barked several times and made a simple suggestion.
You can film the carnivorous tape recorder and feed it unspeakable food.
After hearing this, Kemen showed a slightly surprised expression.
This little sand sculpture can be taught by children.
How did you come up with such an idea? Is it those netizens who are slanderous, or is it the original idea?
"Not a bad idea." Kemeng commented with a smile, which made Bai Sutang's heart beat with excitement, reaching the heart rate of 250 beats per minute.
The meat-loving tape recorder is currently left in the Octopus Branch. If Kemen wants to use it to record videos, he has to go to the Investigation Bureau.
Just as a new wave of patients arrived at the investigation bureau, Kemeng had breakfast and rushed directly to the local investigation bureau.
In the investigation bureau, Director Zhang has gone back to rest and has not returned to work yet.
Director Lei was present. He was the escort who came from Whale City. Because Director Wu felt that if Ke Meng was left in Octopus City, he would be abducted and trafficked by Lao Zhang, so he sent Director Lei to keep an eye on him to avoid being poached by his own family.
"Are you going to feed that tape recorder meat?"
Director Lei couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Ke Meng's request.
However, Kemon's opinion is not unreasonable. Now the meat-loving tape recorder is getting more and more excessive, eating more and more meat, and the two carts of meat can no longer satisfy its appetite.
In the past, the Bureau of Investigation did not feed it so diligently. When it was not needed, it simply ate ashes in the inventory room and was buried in the bottom of the box without anyone paying attention.
This time, the staff gave it big fish to eat every hour. The recorder was already so high that it became addicted to food and drifted away. I thought that the Bureau of Investigation could not do without its recording function.
Ke Meng and Director Lei came to the suppressive treatment site together. As soon as they walked in the door, they heard the tape recorder yelling: "Meat, meat, I want meat!"
The tape recorder's mouth was not big. Due to the limitations of the machine's body shape, its mouth could not be opened wide, but its appetite became more and more excessive, and it ate bite after bite of meat.
Cart after cart comes inside, delivering meat to the tape recorder.
Pork prices are rising domestically, and there are currently no special items that can automatically produce pork.
Even if there is an item that automatically breeds pig animals, the price may be obtained from another source, and it is difficult to say whether it is a gain or a loss.
After the recorder finished eating the meat and released inaudible frog sounds to the patients, the recorder began to open its mouth and shout "Rourou".
Kemen brought out a large black pot. The pot itself had no special temperament. It looked plain and unpretentious.
When the new pork was delivered to the treatment room, Kemen opened the lid, put the meat into the black pot, and closed the lid.
Buzzing.
It was like the sound of a drum washing machine ringing in my ears.
The recorder continued to shout meat, not knowing what he would encounter next.
As the black cauldron vibrated, an alluring aroma came out from the lid.
This fragrance is not a real fragrance, but a smell smelled by Kemeng's own spirituality, which is similar to the synaesthetic sense of smell, illusory and misty.
Even Kemen felt the smell, not to mention the greedy carnivorous tape recorder, which opened its mouth to the maximum limit that could be opened on the surface of the machine.
“Meat, meat, meat—”
Its voice was full of greed and gluttony, endless, seemingly endless.
Ke Meng didn't know if it had a sense of smell, so he gently lifted the recorder, opened the lid of the black pot, and threw the recorder into the indescribable black pot.
The recorder's mouth opened wide, with great anticipation. At that moment, the man's thrust pushed it into the pot.
It was filled with joy that there was such a kind person in the world who fed it directly into the pot instead of feeding it piece by piece.
To be honest, it prefers to eat by itself, but it can’t move its body and needs help from others.
Entering the dark and indescribable pot, the recorder felt a little hesitant, not feeling good.
But the emotions of greed and gluttony were raging in his heart, and the recorder took all the meat into his mouth first.
After chewing twice quickly, the recorder's mouth suddenly paused.
A strange and disgusting smell rose from the recorder's body, swirled, and sublimated, making the recorder feel even more disgusting.
The recorder had never eaten anything so disgusting, and he vomited it all in the pot in front of Kemeng.
It was a very strange ingredient. It was hard to describe. It was black all over, twisted in all directions like tentacles, and had strange eyes.
The recorder was surrounded by a bunch of strange food. They didn't eat the recorder. They just moved their tentacles quietly like this, which made the recorder feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
"I won't eat, I won't eat, I won't eat!"
After a few seconds, the recorder finally couldn't hold it anymore and let out a soulful roar.
