Fatso of Stone Tile Slope

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.
As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.
Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...
Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...
Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:
Use monsters to fight monsters.

My Monster Fuses Everything

The ghoul wanted to launch an attack, but the parasitic corpse willow was clearly quicker. The vine-infested ghoul pounced directly at it, and a battle ensued between the two.


The parasite-ridden ghoul moved stiffly, far less agile than the ghoul itself, and during the fight, many gashes appeared on its body.


Instead of revealing flesh and bone within the wounds, there was a layer of densely interwoven vines.


The wounds were slowly healing, the intricate vines sewing together like thread, a miraculous change in the monster's regenerative ability.


Yet, this was not the full extent of the parasitic corpse willow's capabilities. As the battle raged, roots suddenly burst from beneath the ground and attacked the ghoul with dense and fierce velocity.


And on the surface, the dark red willow branches lashed out, just as lethal.


Chapter 183 The Ancient Tree's Informant