Chapter 934 Stink

After discovering that crabs are not afraid of fire, the little wizards began to try to use freezing spells to freeze these menacing big guys.

The effect is immediate.

These crabs, which are extremely resistant to flames, are helpless against low temperatures. With almost no resistance, they were frozen into lumps of ice, leaving all kinds of weird movements on and under the trees.

"Let's get out of here first." Robert called to everyone, "Ignore them. Since we can't kill them, we might as well freeze them here."

Murakami Takashi looked at those crabs with teeth and claws, and swallowed, looking greedy, "You say... should we get some meat to use as food reserves?"

Robert was surprised, "No, Longjun, didn't we just have dinner before? Are you hungry now?!"

Murakami looked at him speechlessly, "What are you talking about? I'm not a foodie! It's just that the hillside seems far away from here. Wouldn't it be very troublesome if the food reserves are not enough?"

As he spoke, he broke open an ice cube. The crab was probably frozen, and even if it was rescued, it showed no sign of resistance.

Murakami was very satisfied with the extremely well-behaved crab, which meant that he did not need to use force to suppress this big guy again. He happily took out a short knife, and with one stroke, he wanted to dissect the crab.

However, what he didn't expect was that when the knife went down, the yellow-green liquid hit his face. The fishy and smelly liquid almost made him faint.

"I'll go! What does this smell like?!" Murakami cursed and yelled, wiping his face quickly to get all the liquid off.

Yuko was also shocked. She quickly knelt down and checked Murakami's face. She found that there were no ulcers or other conditions, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Takashi-kun!" Yuko looked at him reproachfully, "You are too reckless!"

Murakami rubbed his hands that were still sticky with liquid in embarrassment, "Well, I didn't know what it looked like inside..."

Hermione quickly used the water-making technique to clean Murakami, while Yuko used the disappearing spell to clean up all the mucus and leaking liquid from his body.

After struggling for a while, Murakami finally became clean again.

"It shouldn't be poisonous, right?" Murakami Takashi said worriedly, while smelling his sleeves, a stench hit his face. He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and almost cried, "Why am I so unlucky? ah!"

Seeing this, Yuko sighed, "How about you change your clothes!"

A little desperate, Takashi Murakami went to change clothes behind the woods. From inside to outside, he suddenly felt that everything he had done before was in vain.

When he was extremely depressed, he walked out from behind the tree. What appeared in front of him was other people gathered in a circle, using branches to poke crabs on the ground.

Like the remnants of encountering an artiodactyl on a country road.

"What are you doing?" Murakami walked over in confusion, "Can this thing be used for anything?"

"It's of no use..." Robert picked up the cut with a branch and showed it to him, "The cut is quite smooth. Your knife is pretty good. Where did you buy it?"

"It's a family tradition... If you want a good knife, you can go to the tanuki!" Murakami Takashi said excitedly, "It is said that the tanuki knows a very powerful knife maker!"

"Um, what I want to say is...just like the weapons of goblins, they are weapons with special attacks against special creatures." Robert explained, "Is your customs easy to fool?"

"That's what I'm talking about, but what does customs mean?" Takashi Murakami looked confused, "Do we still need the approval of customs when we buy things?"

Robert's expression was hard to explain, "I don't know about neon, but if I want to get a knife on my body in the flower country, it's just embarrassing me, Fat Tiger! Because the quality of the knives over there is very good, I just want to bring a few back and go through the security check. Before, I hid them in a bag with the Traceless Stretching Charm, but it turned out that they could be detected even in this way. I was also drunk. Fortunately, I bought some refined iron blocks at that time, otherwise I would have really lost a lot of money. ”

Murakami seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, "Can the backpack of the Traceless Stretch Curse be detected? Is it so powerful?"

"It's very impressive." Robert nodded, "I had to tell them that it was a fruit knife, because it was a shape I had never seen before, and I wanted to take it back home as a souvenir to my friends.

"The staff understood and asked me to take out all the knives, because no dangerous items are allowed on public transportation. I could only secretly use the shrinking spell to make the knives smaller and hand them over to them."

Murakami laughed like a pig and said, "You won't take the fruit knife away either?"

"Don't talk about fruit knives, some people even had their nail clippers confiscated." Robert said depressedly, "And I heard that if you walk on the road with a fruit knife within one minute, someone will tell the police, and within ten minutes you will be told You can have tea with the police in the office.”

He looked like he was sighing, "It's too difficult to get better weapons."

Thinking of this, he became extremely depressed. If he had known that he would have learned some soft swords, Chen Xiaodong said that since the Muggles have increased their intensity of crackdowns, they have all changed their weapons.

Even the senior brothers who had once made a huge impact with their pumpkin hammers, pinched their orchid fingers and began to study the noodle-like soft swords.

Imagine thin noodles in the hands of a muscular man...it's very disappointing.

Murakami was overjoyed, "In this case, you can indeed order knives from us, and I can guarantee that you can take them out of the country safely."

emmm…

Robert feels that a country that can make such a guarantee is quite dangerous.

"What's inside this crab shell?" Murakami came over and carefully looked at the broken leg that Robert showed him. Then, he asked hesitantly, "This...how do I feel that this is different from what I saw?" Crabs are different.”

"Of course it's different." Robert said angrily, and took out another branch. He clamped the broken leg between the two branches, and knocked the broken leg downwards a few times, and streams of strange-smelling liquid flowed out, "I The crab legs I’ve eaten are not so watery!”

Because he had been splashed all over him before, Murakami was startled and quickly took several steps back before he could barely avoid the attack of the liquid.

The yellow-green liquid snaked down to his feet, and the stench was nauseating.

It's the kind of stink that you can smell even if you don't smell it carefully.

"You, you should be more careful." Murakami almost cried, "I just changed my clothes. If they get dirty again, I will change them into another one."

Robert ignored his complaint, but looked at the empty crab shell with confusion, and asked with some confusion, "Why does this look like a rotten crab..."