Chapter: 77
Lumian let out a "hmm" and walked towards the stove.
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A dark night where the red moon is covered by clouds.
After Lumian finished washing, he lay down on the bed.
Concern gradually appeared on his face.
Aurora's response was not bad, but Lumian was worried that while waiting for the "Fiction Weekly" to call back, anomalies in the village would erupt.
For this reason, he is extremely eager to improve his strength, and obtaining extraordinary power in the ruins of the dream is currently the most accessible way for him.
To his pity, he couldn't find that lady all day today, and couldn't get corresponding advice, so he had to try it himself first.
For him, the situation has reached the current level, as if the arrow has been put on the bow, the string has been pulled, and it must be fired.
Without hesitation, Lumian restrained his mind and slowly fell asleep.
In the faint gray fog, Lumian woke up.
He immediately turned over and got out of bed, went straight to the window, and looked out.
The mountain, made of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, stood quietly on the wilderness as usual.
Although it is only twenty or thirty meters high, it gives people a feeling of inserting into the clouds and connecting to the sky, so that Lumian subconsciously used the word "mountain" to describe it.
At its feet, the collapsed buildings in various states form a circle on the wilderness, layer by layer.
"Judging from the body structure, the monster with the shotgun must be good at running and jumping. It also has a certain IQ and can use a relatively complicated weapon like a shotgun...
"It has very strong tracking capabilities...
"I'm not sure if it has some supernatural abilities like Aurora...
"..."
Various details about the target emerged in Lumian's mind.
He preliminarily judged that if he really wanted to confront the monster with the shotgun head-on, the probability of himself being killed was as high as 90%. If he tried to use the special features of his body, he would die faster, because once he entered meditation, he would be able to Put yourself on the verge of death, and the opponent can complete the harvest with a simple blow.
In addition to being unable to confront directly, sneak attacks and assassinations are not within the scope of Lumian's consideration - this is based on the tracking ability shown by the opponent, he may not be able to really hide his figure, so he cannot do a sneak attack. He doesn't have long-range weapons, even if he is just given a revolver, he won't be so embarrassed now.
In the past two days, Lumian has repeatedly thought about how to deal with that monster, and finally he can only think of one way:
Use the trap!
He had gone into the mountains with the village hunters, learned how to set some simple traps, and then mastered the skills in a few mischief.
Lumian originally wanted to use the oil at home, for example, put them in a large barrel without a cover, put it in a hidden high place, tie it with a rope, and when the target came, he immediately pulled the rope to let The barrel Pour over, pouring oil all over the opponent, and then take the opportunity to throw a lit torch over.
But under consideration, he gave up this idea again.
On the premise that the monster showed a strong tracking ability, its sense of smell must be fully overestimated!
The smell of oil is quite noticeable.
And if he uses other strong smells to cover up, Lumian is not sure whether the other party will change his strategy, whether he will be able to distinguish even subtle mistakes like a wild dog.