I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

  Chapter 92 091. "Communication first, life second!" (monthly ticket plus more!)

  【Hunting Instinct】

  【The history of mankind is a history of hunting】

  [For people in the wasteland, hunting represents food, energy, wealth, and extraordinary power]

  [Those wasteland hunters have been dormant for months, maybe only for a moment of hunting]

  [In the team, you are keenly aware that in addition to the wandering monsters, there are more dangerous existences in this wasteland]

  【Tonight, you will also join the hunt】

   "The wasteland, and it is a task wandering in the wild. According to the instructions, [Sage Remains] also walks on the ground, so there is a high possibility that this quest will encounter [Sage Remains]."

  After reading the task description, Lu Zin asked his cheeks to analyze.

  "But there are two problems. First, as an ordinary person, I have no means to fight against large monsters. The beasts in the wasteland are too dangerous for me."

   "In addition, the enemies in the mission description are not only monsters, but also PVP between people. I love peace so much, it's not good, it's not good."

  He decided to use it as an alternative. If the third mission is not related to the island, then choose this mission to try his luck.

  It’s a big deal to spend some quiet points to get some heavy weapons, which is also considered an investment, and the future can be expected.

  Lu Jie thought of Drizzt’s pistol, that powerful weapon, and it felt like he didn’t know where he got it.

  Converging his thoughts, Lu Zie looked at the third painting.

This painting has no frame, it looks like it is painted on a wooden board, on which is painted with a unique style of painting layer by layer of waves, as well as the monsters and ships hidden in the waves. , There seems to be some different style.

  【One hundred people one song】

  【The triennial poetry festival is a cultural event in Wajima】

  [People from different islands and different regions will gather on Songdo Island for artistic exchanges]

  [However, this year’s poetry festival is somewhat different]

  【The huge doll floating in the air, the pale gray fog that makes it difficult to breathe, the missing artist, all telling the strangeness】

  【"Communication first, life second!"】

   "Pale gray fog, is it the sigh of [the fog of uncertainty]?"

  Lu Yi analyzed according to the text.

   "The poetry festival, as the name suggests, is a grand gathering for everyone to drink and write poetry together? But it seems that there is something wrong with this festival. The mission goal may be to investigate the cause, and maybe survive until the end of the festival."

  He had already planned before, but now he is just further confirming.

  "This mission seems to be all related to art?"

  Lu Zizan knows later.

  If hunting can also be regarded as the art of killing, then indeed, the three tasks are all about artists.

   "Don't rush to make a choice, let's start with a single draw."

  He glanced at the countdown, and within ten days, he had to make a choice.

   "In other words, if the time flow in the foreign land is slow enough, I have been shopping there for several days, and I can still spend the Mid-Autumn Festival when I come back?"

  Lu Yi thought of snowy salted egg yolk mooncakes, and his saliva was about to drain.

  He took off his clothes as usual and went to the bathroom.

   "By the way, you come together. If something goes wrong with me, remember to give me first aid."

Before Lu Zan closed the bathroom door, he said to the air friend.

  He opened the system panel and exchanged [Madman’s Knowledge].

  This time [Madman’s Knowledge], the appearance is different from the previous ones.

Although the previous ones were weird in shape, they were always bones. They were calcium carbonate, uh, something similar to calcium carbonate. But this time, Lu Zin’s hands were not human skulls, but some kind of black hard shell like plastic. .

  The sense of touch made Lu Yi know that this may be some kind of chitin shell, which is mostly seen in insects on earth.

  Without feeling too much, Lu Zie crushed the skull.

  The hard shell was shattered, and it penetrated into Lu Jiu's body from every inch of pores like mist.

  His eyes rolled white, and his whole body convulsed violently.

  From under Lu Zan’s skin, green branches twitched constantly, trying to break through the skin wrapper. At his throat, the shark gill-like wound kept closing and snatching oxygen from the air.

  Lu Zan felt that his limbs did not belong to him anymore. The bones softened like being thrown into a corrosive acid. In his consciousness, he was like butter in an oven, slumped, melted, and lost his human form.

  At the same time, countless babbles were accompanied by the howling of the wind, scouring Landing’s brain over and over again.

  ". Meat, more meat, make a trap to lure them over, and then, hehehe."

  ". Have you seen those holes? You don't want to know what's in this hole. When night falls, those monsters will crawl out of the hole. If you are lucky, you will die before being eaten."

  ". Those monsters are just like the gods carved out with all their malice, full of evil, blasphemy, madness, those sharp claws, those sharp teeth, I just hope I have never seen them now"

  ". Don’t look at these guys ugly, they look disgusting, but when you are hungry on the wasteland for a week, hey, these are simply super delicious."

  ". Have you heard that rumor? This desert is alive. It will wait for the opportunity to swallow all living things that are attached to it. In front of it, all beings are equal."

  Pump—

On Lu Zan's arm, those restless vines pierced the skin and grew crazily. He was quickly covered by creeper-like branches and fell on the bathroom floor, motionless, even breathing stopped.

  One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Lu Zie still did not move.

  Lu Zie in the mirror looked timidly at the ground, and glanced at the drain.

  The hair from the drain slowly spread out, but he couldn't touch Lu Nan's body.

  The shadow at the door became thicker, and even the bathroom door made a crackling sound.

  Lu Zie still had no breath, no heartbeat, as if he had already died.

  Suddenly, his chest sank unnaturally. This squeezing irritated his lungs, and the dysfunctional organs began to work again.

"what-"

  Lu Zan's white eyes suddenly showed pupils, and he took a deep breath.

   "I almost died, co-authored this [Madman’s Knowledge], don’t you reset the damage every time you use it?"

  He felt it was a bit pitted.

  If things go on like this, if you don’t get something to save your life, maybe you will be killed when you draw a card.

The branches on    were pulled down, Lu Zie pulled one of them, and the green branches quickly withered and turned to ashes.

  "In fact, if there is sunshine, I should die in five minutes and ten minutes and be able to survive. In this case, next time I might consider going to the outdoor swimming pool, soaking in the sun while breathing in the water, so I don’t have to worry about cleaning."

  He has a good idea.

  "I’m not lucky this time. I won the information about the wasteland. I will find a swimming pool tomorrow and try it again. I don’t believe I can’t get Hedao."

  Lu Zan glanced at the empty mirror and wiped the remaining blood on his face.

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  (End of this chapter)