[For people in the wilderness, hunting represents food, energy, wealth, and extraordinary power]
[Those wilderness hunters hibernate for months, perhaps hunting for only a moment]
[Being in the team, you are keenly aware that in addition to those wandering monsters, there are more dangerous existences in this wasteland]
【Tonight, you will also join the hunt】
"The wasteland is a mission of wandering in the wild. According to the instructions, the [Saint's Remains] also walk on the earth, so the possibility of encountering the [Saint's Remains] in this mission is very high."
Lu Kan read the mission description and put his chin on his head to analyze.
"But there are two problems. First, as an ordinary person, I don't have the 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 am so peace-loving, so this is not good, not good."
He decided to use it as an alternative. If the third mission was not related to the island, then he would choose this mission to try his luck.
At the worst, you can spend some Silence Points to buy some heavy weapons, which is considered an investment and can be expected in the future.
Lu Tan thought of Drizzt's pistol, a powerful weapon that struck a chord with him at first glance, and he didn't know where he got it.
After gathering his thoughts, Lu Jian looked at the third painting.
This painting has no frame. It looks like it is painted on a wooden board. It uses a unique painting style to draw layers of waves, as well as monsters and ships hidden in the waves. It is not beautiful to say that it is beautiful, but it is ugly.
, seems to have some different style.
[One song for hundreds of people]
[The triennial Poetry Festival is a cultural event on Wajima]
[People from different islands and regions will gather on Song Island to carry out artistic exchanges]
[However, this year’s poetry festival is a little different]
[The huge puppet suspended in the air, the pale gray fog that makes it difficult to breathe, and the missing artist all tell the story of the strangeness]
【"Communication first, life second!"】
"The pale gray mist, is it the sigh of [Uncertain Mist]?"
Lu Jian analyzed according to the text.
"The Poetry Festival, as the name suggests, is a grand event where everyone drinks, writes poems and communicates, right? 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 made plans before, and now he was just confirming it further.
"This mission seems to be related to art or something?"
Lu stumbled and realized later.
If hunting can be considered the art of killing, then indeed, all three tasks are about artists.
"No need to rush to make a choice, let's do a single draw first."
He looked at the countdown and within ten days, he had to make a choice.
"In other words, if time flows slowly enough in a foreign land, if I wander there for several days, can I still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival when I come back?"
Lu Tan thought of the snowskin salted egg yolk mooncakes and his mouth watered.
He took off his clothes as usual and went to the bathroom.
"By the way, come along. If something goes wrong with me, remember to give me first aid."
Before Lu Tan closed the bathroom door, he said to his air friend.
He opened the system panel and redeemed [Madman's Knowledge].
The appearance of [Madman’s Knowledge] this time is different from the previous ones.
Although the ones before were strange in shape, they were all bones after all. They were calcium carbonate, uh, something similar to calcium carbonate, but what appeared in Lu Tan's palm this time was a jelly-like thing.
From this dark green, translucent jelly, you can vaguely see the shape of a non-human head, like a sea creature with a whole body of cartilage, and a bit like a jellyfish.
"I hope it's Wajima's."
Lu Tiao made a sound and crushed the head.
The green gel suddenly turned into running water, pouring into Lu Jian's body from his nostrils, mouth, and ears.
His eyes rolled white and his whole body twitched violently.
From under Lu Tiao's skin, green branches kept twitching, trying to break through the skin. At his throat, wounds like shark gills kept opening and closing, grabbing oxygen from the air.
Lu Tan felt that his limbs no longer belonged to him, and the bones were softening as if they had been thrown into a highly corrosive acid. In his mind, he was like butter in an oven, limp, melting, and losing his human form.
At the same time, countless murmurs accompanied by the sound of the waves washed over Lu Tiao's brain over and over again.
"...No problem, we don't have any problems. The shrine has confirmed that the poetry festival will be held as scheduled..."
"...please rest assured that we are a professional team and will not put anyone visiting in danger..."
"...The pollution spreading near Utashima has been brought under control, please don't worry..."
"...I see it, I see it, the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my soul, my sin, please forgive me..."
"...The mist is poisonous, not a poison that makes people die, but a poison that makes people crazy. They are all crazy, they are all crazy, those people are all crazy..."
"...We have reason to believe that his departure was just an accident. Now ensuring that the poetry festival is held is the top priority..."
Phew——
On Lu Tiao's arms, those restless vines pierced the skin and grew wildly. He was soon covered by ivy-like branches and fell to the bathroom floor, motionless and even stopped breathing.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Lu Jian still didn't make any move.
Lu Tan looked timidly at the ground in the mirror and glanced at the drain.
The hair from the drain slowly spread out, but it could not touch Lu Tiao's body.
The shadow at the door became thicker and thicker, and even the bathroom door made a crackling sound.
Lu Tan was still not breathing or heartbeating, as if he was already dead.
Suddenly, his chest sank unnaturally, and the squeezing stimulated his lungs, causing the dysfunctional organs to start functioning again.
"ha--"
Lu Tiao's eyes turned white and his pupils suddenly appeared, and he took a deep breath.
"I almost died. With this [Madman's Knowledge], don't you reset the damage every time you use it?"
He felt it was really a bit of a trap.
If things go on like this, if I don't get something to save my life, I might die from that card draw.
The branches on his body drooped down, and Lu Tan pulled one of them up. The originally green branches quickly withered and turned into ashes.
"Actually, if there is sunshine, I should be able to survive after five or ten minutes of death. In this case, I might consider going to an outdoor swimming pool next time to bask in the sun while breathing in the water. This way I don't have to worry about cleaning."
He has a good idea.
"I'm lucky this time. I won the information about Wajima. I'll find a swimming pool tomorrow and try it again."
Lu Tan glanced at the empty mirror and wiped the remaining blood on his face.
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Additional update of 1/3 for August 1,000 monthly pass