In Zhao Xun's mind, he still called the man with the hoarse voice Duck Monster, because it sounded like a good match for Chicken Monster.
Neither Hunter was particularly tall. Chicken Monster was about a meter and a half, while Duck Monster, thanks to his long neck, stood around a meter seventy.
Reaching Zhao Xun, who lay atop a two-meter-high bookshelf, would not be easy for either of them.
So they told Zhao Xun to come down himself and save them the trouble.
"I can come down myself, but I want to know why I'm dying." Without waiting to see whether the two Hunters were willing to grant that wish, Zhao Xun continued, "You knew exactly where I was hiding. Is that because there's some special setup in the Underground Chamber, or because I wasn't somewhere appropriate for a lizard?"
These two Hunters had come straight to him without a single detour. Something like a tracking system must have pinpointed his location.
But nothing like this had happened in the previous eight rounds. Something must have triggered it this time.
Those were the only two explanations he could think of.
"You've got a bit of a brain after all~" Chicken Monster's voice was shrill, and even his laugh sounded mocking. "No harm in telling you. It's the second reason~"
Zhao Xun understood.
No wonder more and more players had died in the later rounds.
It wasn't simply that the Hunters were more likely to run into players. As more facilities closed, players had fewer places where they could hide appropriately for their transformed bodies. In particular, once they turned into an animal from a facility that had already closed, hiding anywhere would be useless.
To the Hunters, the exact coordinates of these improperly hidden players were exposed.
The Hunters didn't