Chapter: 50

If he hadn't held an ax in one hand, and if the environment hadn't been dangerous, he would have opened his arms and made a gesture of "praising the sun".

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Lumian thought that he might have hallucinations:

There seemed to be vision through the wall and onto his back.

His back stiffened instantly, feeling a little hot.

In just a second or two, the hallucination disappeared, and the sound of heavy footsteps moved away.

Lumian waited for a while until the sound of footsteps disappeared completely, then slowly straightened his knees, turned around, poked his head out, and looked forward.

The monster was farther away, behind the collapsed building with both sides intact, half of its body was revealed in the faint gray mist.

"He" still turned his back to Lumian, as if he had turned into a statue.

Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing such a monster, he was not at all sure.

"It's definitely not possible to go directly into the ruins from here... go around?

"There are no similar monsters in other places?

"The closer you get to that mountain, the stronger the monster that appears?"

Lumian retracted his body, thought for a while, and decided to end the night.

He planned to ask the woman who gave him the Tarot cards after dawn to see if there was a way to deal with the three-faced monster, and if it was impossible, he would consider a detour.

He arched his back, broke away from the wall, and walked towards where he came from.

At this time, he had an idea:

"I fell asleep in this ruin, will I also be able to escape from the dream?"

Considering that there are so many monsters around, he temporarily suppressed the urge to try.

On the way back, he quickly searched every destroyed building he passed by, but he couldn't find any useful written information, and there were only a few coins.

After retreating for a while, Lumian thought about it and decided to take a short detour and approach the burned house that arrived first from the side, which is where he buried the skinless monster.

He wanted to observe whether the death of that monster would be noticed by its kind, and whether it would induce some changes.

After finding the location and hiding his body, Lumian poked his head out from the side and looked at the target area.

In the next second, he saw the "figure" again.

The figure was half human and half beast, with its legs folded forward, squatting there, examining the body of the skinless monster.

It had dislodged the bricks and blocks of wood that Lumian had piled up.

It was wearing a dark jacket and tighter muddy trousers, its black hair was messy and greasy down its neck, and it carried a shotgun behind its back.

Shotgun!

Lumian hastily looked away and retracted his head.

"These monsters are outrageous!