Chapter: 181
"In other words, some monsters feed on other monsters, just like just now, or, everyone is a hunter and a prey...
"If I encounter a monster that I can't beat, is it possible to lure it to other monsters, let them hunt each other, hurt each other, and I will end up taking advantage of it?
"It's theoretically possible, but it looks very dangerous. Who knows if the monsters will join hands to kill me first..."
While thinking about it, Lumian saw that the chest of the monster with "mouthparts" as its head and neck began to swell and contract, as if it was undergoing violent digestion.
This attracted Lumian's attention, and made him discover that there was something unusual about the monster's naked upper body.
It has a black thing resembling a seal mark on the left chest, right chest and under the neck.
"This..." Lumian's pupils dilated unconsciously, trying to see more clearly.
He had seen something like it in the parish priest!
That was the black mark that was exposed after the priest's body swelled and tore through his clothes at the end of the Lent celebration!
After careful identification, Lumian confirmed that the three seal-like black things on the monster's body belonged to the same category as the priest's:
They are all composed of unique characters and strange symbols, as if they are connected to another world that is difficult to describe.
The difference is that the curate has at least eleven or twelve, while this monster only has three.
"What is the function of this black mark? A mark branded by a hidden existence? The more the number, the greater the gift you receive?" Lumian observed in confusion and at a loss.
He tried hard to memorize the words and symbols that made up one of the imprints, but since these were things he didn't know, he couldn't remember them for a while, and he didn't bring paper and pen, so he couldn't copy them.
The monster finally finished digesting the mass of flesh and blood. It moved its lower arm, and shook the seven or eight dark black tentacles covered with flesh membrane next to the "mouthparts".
The imprint under its neck shone slightly, and the chest cavity resonated hummingly.
The sound became louder and louder, as if a stream of air was raging in the hive, entering and exiting one cavity after another.
The trumpet-like "mouthparts" opened up, and the buzzing sound became more and more obvious.
Lumian was very annoyed when he heard that, wishing he could beat that monster up:
It's hard to hear, you know that?
In the turmoil of anger and blood, Lumian only felt a surge of anger from his heart to his forehead.
He suddenly became impulsive, holding a shotgun, bypassing the stones that obscured his figure, and jumped from the half-collapsed roof.
boom!
Lumian fell to the ground, looking at me and looking at you with the monster's swirling bloody "mouthparts" full of sharp teeth.
Lumian, who was about to scold the other party for being an old pig, regained his composure in an instant, feeling dazed and helpless as if the audience were forced to jump onto the stage.
The monster's blood-colored mouthparts were aimed at him, and it stopped making any sound.
"Can I say, sorry, is it a misunderstanding?" Lumian muttered softly.
He suspected that there was something wrong with the noise just now, so he lost his mind, jumped out of the hiding place, and tried to launch an attack!
But things have already happened, and an apology is definitely useless. He has only two choices at present, one is to fight, and the other is to escape.
According to Lumian's experience, there is a high probability that if you want to escape directly at this time, you will not be able to escape. Not only is the opponent unharmed, but he is also ready to raise the seven or eight tentacles.