“Look, there’s a leather armor here,” Du Boshi said, turning to his companions. But he soon realized that quite a few people had found something similar.
Someone found a sword under the bushes, someone found a pistol in the weeds, and someone else found all sorts of armor...
Everyone was very excited. These were all very valuable items, and even among the dojo students, not everyone was very wealthy.
Merlot looked at their haul with satisfaction, thinking that the scavengers had been frightened by the slave spirit, and that after it left the arena, it dared not come here to search for treasures.
Ha, a bunch of idiots.
As Mei Luoliang was thinking this, he suddenly noticed a companion in the group squatting on the ground with a puzzled look on his face. His name was Ju Xingcheng, the son of an old hunter. Mei Luoliang didn't think much of him at first, but thinking that he might have gained a lot of experience from his father, he still brought him along after accepting Luo Jiu's invitation.
Although Ju Xingcheng was not a hunter and had no scavenging experience, he had a father who might know a lot of knowledge that could make up for their weaknesses.
"Xingcheng, have you found any traces of slave spirits?" Merlot asked.
Ju Xingcheng shook his head: "Senior Brother, have you noticed something strange?"
Before Meloliang could ask, Ju Xingcheng displayed a suit of armor that was connected to the weeds.
"To remove this armor, these parts need to be opened; it's impossible to keep it as a single piece."
"And there isn't a single corpse here...which doesn't match what my father told me."
Du Boshi and his group were still excitedly digging for treasure and began discussing which items were more valuable and should be taken, and which items should be stored away for future returns.
"This reminds me of a monster." Ju Xingcheng's face turned pale.
“Xingcheng, stop talking nonsense. Look, where are the corpses? This place is all bushes and weeds,” Du Boshi said unhappily from the side. He felt that Ju Xingcheng had ruined the pleasant atmosphere of the harvest.
“There’s a monster called the Smoke Pipe Monster or the Smoke Pipe Monster. They can turn corpses into fertilizer, which nourishes shrubs and weeds, forming their nests. This explains why there are no corpses here as expected, because after the slave spirits left, those monsters moved in…” Ju Xingcheng explained.
In the Misty Lands, corpses do not decompose normally; it's as if some force is preventing them from rotting, keeping them in their original state. However, many monsters know how to utilize these corpses, turning them into their own nourishment.
"Heh," Du Boshi said, "Then why weren't we attacked by monsters? I think you just can't stand to see us doing well, and you keep saying things that undermine our morale."
"Yeah..." Ju Xingcheng was stunned for a moment, as if he was being too sensitive. He carefully recalled what his father had said, scanned his surroundings, noticed the increasingly thick fog on the walls, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.
He immediately stood up and ran toward the crack in the arena gate.
"Because there are many of us, and these monsters are very cunning, they want to wipe us all out!"
"They are good climbers and can scale the walls to block our escape route!"
"Run! Run fast!"
He burst out of the crevice, his eyes wide with disbelief, a pistol already in his hand.
Swoosh.
A splinter shot into his arm.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Splinters were aimed at his vital points.
The emaciated monsters, as withered as dead wood, appeared and closed their mouths that had just opened.
Ju Xingcheng fell to the ground, without even firing a shot.
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