Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 70 Initial Communication with Ghouls

The painter's disorganized head poked out of the well, and the light of the flashlight illuminated the basement.

Although his physical condition is gradually tending toward that of a ghoul, he still doesn't have the ability to see in the dark.

On the contrary, Wilson can see clearly in the dark.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." The painter crawled out of the well, still smelling of some mud left inside.

"It's nothing." Wilson smiled gently, and cast his gaze behind the painter.

What came out together with the painter was a monster that looked similar to the one in the painting, with pointed ears, a dog-like hate face, densely packed fangs exposed outside, scales on its limbs, and skin like glue. It was textured, moldy, and wrinkled on the top of its bald head, like a mangy dog.

The bloodshot eyes looked at Wilson scrutinizingly.

Wilson was watching the ghoul.

This one seems to be slightly different from the others, with an ornament that seems to be made of a human skull hanging around her neck, and her figure is also stronger than other ghouls.There was a sly gleam in the dark little eyes.

This appears to be a ghoul with a higher status among them.

Wilson doesn't know much about ghoul culture, and it's not hard to pin down.

The ghoul let out a strange grunt from its throat, which seemed to be squeezed out of its moldy chest cavity.

The painter also made a strange "miji" sound.

Human vocal organs cannot accurately use the language of ghouls, they can only imitate them as much as possible.

But the ghoul understood the painter's words.

They chatted for a few words, and then the painter turned his head and said to Wilson with a smile: "They are happy to meet a new friend in the ground."

While talking, the painter introduced the ghoul who came with him.

This ghoul is called "Ji Gu Ji", and the pronunciation is very strange.

Jiguji crouched on the ground, and smiled at Wilson, and the transparent mangy dripped to the ground.

"Jiguji has a good temper." The painter introduced solemnly, "It is also very popular in their society."

Wilson stared at the skull on Ji Guji's neck, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the nine skulls worn by Drifting.

This ghoul also blames the trend.

He hesitated, thinking whether to reach out and shake hands.

But looking at the black paws that hadn't been washed for a long time and the mold on them... Wilson finally gave up human etiquette.

He slightly bowed his body and bowed: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiguji, my name is...South"

Wilson was stuck for a moment, and did not report the name of the human body.Because he wasn't sure if these mythical creatures had the ability to target their real names.

Moreover, his human body is quite well-known in the academic field. He is not sure if this painter has heard of it.

He doesn't want to reveal his identity for the time being. As an expert in ancient research, Howard Wilson should just be an ordinary university professor honestly.

So he improvised a pseudonym.

The painter turned his head and translated to Jiguji in the language of the ghoul.

The ghoul didn't think there was anything wrong with the name, after all, the name was just a code name.And it thinks that human names are very strange and sound ugly.

"Twitter, Mirin." The ghoul responded, as if responding to Wilson's words.It also tapped the skull on its body, not knowing what it was doing.

Wilson was puzzled, and quietly glanced at the analysis progress on the blue light curtain.It's a pity that it's only 20%, and he still can't understand what the ghoul is saying.

Thanks to the painter for acting as a human translator here.

"Well, Mr. South, chirping is a sign of welcome." The painter scratched his head, "It is willing to share food with you."

"..."

Wilson's face turned green.

He stared at the piece of skull on the ghoul's body, staring straight at him with black eye sockets, and the saliva from the ghoul's mouth full of fangs flowed to the top of the bone.

"I'm sorry, I appreciate your kindness." Wilson struggled to squeeze out the words, "but I'm sorry I can't accept it."

The artist gave feedback to Jiguji truthfully.

The ghoul also groaned twice, as if a little dissatisfied, feeling that the person in front of him was ignorant.

Wilson's mouth twitched.

"Cough." The painter could also understand Wilson's reaction, and he coughed awkwardly. "Actually, this is a sign of friendship among ghouls. They are happy to share the food they find, and usually eat together."

No... the taste was too strong for him.

Wilson wanted to cry but had no tears.

"However, food has become more and more scarce recently." The painter sighed, "The number of them is increasing, and the nearby cemeteries have been planed up."

"Then will they attack humans without food?" Wilson was a little worried, "It's just like what you painted."

"Oh, don't you know that works of art are not equal to reality?" The painter showed an inexplicable expression, "Why do they want to attack humans?"

"What?"

"Fresh humans are hard to eat. Especially healthy people, they prefer rotting corpses, and the taste processed by microorganisms is perfect." The painter explained.

"For them, a fresh human tastes like a stinky fish. An old corpse is a fine wine that has been cellared for many years."

"Would you raid a rotten piece of shit?"

"Even if there is a special shortage of food, they will only choose to attack humans, and they are the kind of injured and unhealthy humans. But even so, few will eat, unless they are extremely hungry."

While listening to the artist relishing the ghoul's recipe, Wilson's face became more and more distorted.

Sure enough, these non-human creatures cannot be measured by common sense.

He felt a twitch in his stomach just listening to the description.

He couldn't understand why the painter was so interested in talking about these things.Sure enough, this guy's body and mind have begun to change.

Looks like this guy is still having fun.

Although Wilson didn't really want to disturb his interest, he really couldn't listen anymore.

"Okay." Wilson interrupted his words with a distorted expression, "I probably know, can you please stop talking, I can't accept it."

"Huh?" The painter looked at Wilson strangely, "Mr. South, you are not human, you should try the ghoul's recipe..."

"I rely on photosynthesis."

Wilson smiled and said no.

(End of this chapter)