"Communication First, Life Second!"

[Hunting Instinct]

[The history of mankind is a history of hunting]

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

[Those Wasteland Hunters have been dormant for months, maybe just hunting for a moment]

[Being in a 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 description, [Saint's Remains] also walks on the earth, so the possibility of encountering [Saint's Remains] in this mission is very high."

Lu Ban After reading the mission description, he held his head and analyzed.

"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, this is not good, not good."

He decided to use it as an alternative. If the third task was not related to Harmony Island, then he would choose this task to try his luck.

At the worst, spending some Silence Points on some heavy weapons is considered an investment, and the future is promising.

Lu Ban thought of Trist's pistol, that kind of powerful weapon, which immediately impressed him. He didn't know where he got it.

Gathering his thoughts, Lu Ban looked at the third painting.

This painting has no frame, as if it were 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 good-looking, but it is ugly. It seems to have a different style.

[Hyakunin Isshu]

[The triennial Poetry Festival is Harmony Island's cultural event]

[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 giant puppet suspended in the air, the breathtaking Pale Gray Fog, and the missing artist are all telling stories of strangeness]

["Communication first, life second!"]

"Pale Gray Fog, is this the sigh of [Uncertainty Fog]?"

Lu Ban analyzed according to the text.

"Poetry Festival, as the name suggests, it is a grand gathering 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 Ban It is only hindsight.

If hunting can be considered the art of killing, then indeed, all three missions are about artists.

"There's 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 Ban Thinking of the snowskin salted egg yolk mooncakes, my mouth is watering.

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."

Lu Ban said to Air Friend before closing the bathroom door.

He opened the system panel and redeemed [Madman's Knowledge].

This time [Madman's Knowledge] looks different from the previous ones.

Although the previous ones had strange shapes, they were all bones after all. They were calcium carbonate, uh, something similar to calcium carbonate. But this time, what appeared in Lu Ban's hand was not a human skull, but some kind of plastic-like black hard shell.

The touch told Lu Ban that this might be some kind of chitin shell, which is mostly found in insects on Earth.

Without much emotion, Lu Ban crushed the skull.

The hard shell shattered and seeped into Lu Ban's body from every pore like mist.

His eyes rolled white and his whole body twitched violently.

From under Lu Ban'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 Ban felt that his limbs no longer belonged to him. 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 shape.

At the same time, countless gibberings accompanied by the howling wind washed over Lu Ban's brain over and over again.

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

"Have you seen those holes? You don't want to know what's in them. Whenever night falls, those monsters will crawl out of the holes. 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 wish I had never seen them."

"Don't think these guys are ugly and disgusting, but when you've been hungry in the wilderness for a week, hey, these are simply delicious."

"Have you heard that rumor? This desert is alive. It will wait for an opportunity to devour any living thing that clings to it. In front of it, all living things are equal."

Phew——

On Lu Ban'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 even stopped breathing.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Lu Ban still made no move.

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

The hair from the drain slowly spread out, but it could not touch Lu Ban's body.

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

Lu Ban is still not breathing and has no heartbeat, as if he is dead.

Suddenly, his chest sank unnaturally, and the squeeze stimulated his lungs, causing the dysfunctional organs to start functioning again.

"Ha——"

Lu Ban's eyes turned white and his pupils suddenly appeared, and he took a deep breath.

"I almost died. If I use this [Madman's Knowledge] together, the damage won't be reset every time I use it?"

He felt it was 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, and Lu Ban 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 for five minutes and ten minutes. In this case, I might consider going to an outdoor swimming pool next time to bask in the sun and breathe in the water. This way I don't have to worry about cleaning."

He had a great idea.

"I'm not very lucky this time. I won the information about the wasteland. I'll find a swimming pool tomorrow and try again. I don't believe I can't draw Harmony Island."

Lu Ban 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