hunt and eat

The cold liquid went all the way down the esophagus, and Guta let out a long sigh of relief.

This feeling of sudden relaxation after escaping from death is really indescribable.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm still alive."

Glancing at Valentina who was in the fierce battle with the Fierce Demon with lingering fear, Guta said convincingly: "I didn't know if I didn't try it before, but after I tried it, I realized that the senior who has been able to fight the Fierce Demon so far, How terrifying is the strength."

"I was thinking, aren't you talking nonsense?"

Vivi muttered.

"I heard from Hawke before that Lady Valentina's sequence in the ancient dragon group is 15, even among the legendary hunters, she belongs to the top group of existences."

Qiao Qiao said something in a low voice, his eyes were full of longing little stars.

"If I can reach this level one day, I will really die without regret."

"Well, there will be that day, by the way..." Guta rubbed his forearm that was a little sore from excessive exertion, and looked at the cat beside him, "I feel a wave of pain appearing on your body. Qi, so you are awakened?"

Qiao Qiao wanted to be reserved, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was smiling from ear to ear.

"Congratulations. Qi is a thing that most hunters have a hard time mastering in their entire lives. In a sense, you are overtaking on a curve."

Guta said sincerely.

Although the physique of Ai Lumao is still far inferior to that of humans, if he can maximize the true meaning of qi, he can gain some advantages in other aspects to some extent.

At this time, Guta still doesn't know the peculiarity of Qiao Qiao's true meaning of qi.

But he was also delighted by his friend's breakthrough.

At least, it's closer to his dream of becoming a hunter, isn't it?

Guta still wanted to say something, but almost at the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A large amount of complicated information flooded into his head like a tsunami, causing him to let out a scream in an instant.

The piercing pain that seemed to crush even thinking made the ancient pagoda writhe desperately on the ground like a poor maggot.

Saliva and tears flowed out unconsciously, and like a wild beast, he desperately smashed his head against the rocks on the ground.

That momentum seemed to make a hole in his forehead.

"Guta!?"

Weiwei and Qiao Qiao on the side were stunned by this scene. After being at a loss for a while, they grabbed Guta, who had already smashed his head in a short time, "What's the matter? Guta, talk!"

Then, Guta didn't have the slightest intention to respond. At this time, he had completely fallen into a state of unconsciousness.

Guta, who desperately resisted the impact of various messages, has no time to control his body anymore.

If he could still stay awake, he might be able to realize where the frenzy of countless messages came from.

Undoubtedly, it can only be [Eight Miracles·God Spirit]

The deduction of all things is as powerful as the sight of the gods, and naturally requires the user to pay a corresponding price.

All the information and emotions that are ignored in the [God Spirit] state will all return after the state is lifted.

Of course, if it's just like this, it's not too serious, but the crux of the problem is...

The return of these emotions and information is the moment after the host is completely separated from the [God Spirit].

Without any buffer, without any possibility of evasion, it is almost based on one thought operation, the messages and emotions that Guta ignored in the state of gods and spirits, like a tsunami, completely submerged him.

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Chapter 57 Corpse on the Island

who am I?

where am I?

On the isolated island, the ancient pagoda is like a child who has lost his way, looking at the surrounding currents that almost swallow up the sky and the earth, with a confused look on his face.

The illusory tide slapped on his body from time to time.

His originally sluggish consciousness began to gradually blur under the beating of the waves.

Even though he was still a little delirious and felt the crisis of death, Guta quickly understood the current situation.

Never touch the ocean current again!

Holding on to the only "fixed object" on the small isolated island - a heavy anchor inserted into the ground, Guta desperately dodged the incoming waves.

Overhead is a storm of lightning, thunder and thunder, surrounded by layers of huge waves that obscure the view.

The small island is like a dangerous ship that may capsize at any time, swaying left and right in the flood that sweeps across the world.

Unable to distinguish east, west, north, south, up and down, the ancient pagoda is like being in a sea vortex.

There was no other way but to cling to the anchor, which began to shake violently.

"I can't go on, this anchor is about to fail!"

Guta looked at the interface between the anchor below him and the ground, where it was expanding silently, and it was about to crack completely.

"It's all about disconnecting, it's better to make room for me earlier."

At the critical moment, Guta not only failed to strengthen the anchor point, but tried his best to pull out the heavy anchor.

With ten fingers clasped tightly on the rough anchor body, feeling the cold touch from the fingertips, the ancient tower roared, and in the wind and rain, it lifted it up brazenly.

Like a radish coming out of mud, the heavy anchor rose at the sound, bringing up a large piece of mud and spilling it all over the ground.

Vaguely, Guta saw the two characters at the end of the anchor.

Wang Hao.

The ancient tower, whose memory is still in confusion, didn't care what the two words meant.

Looking at the deep hole left on the ground after the anchor was pulled out, Guta desperately scraped the soil out, trying to dig a hole big enough to accommodate himself.

In the present vast ocean, this is the only possible way out for survival.

If even this place is submerged by big waves, it can only show that this is what he deserves.

However, something weird happened afterwards.

As handfuls of dirt were lifted away, a pale corpse suddenly appeared in front of the ancient pagoda.

"..."

Slightly curly black hair, a pair of elegant thin-rimmed glasses, and that unremarkable appearance...

People like this can be caught everywhere, but...

Why, this guy gave me a very kind feeling.

Guta silently looked at the extremely familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and the veins on his temples bulged.

Vaguely, he felt that it was someone who was very important to him.

But... the more and more painful brain made it impossible for him to recall his original memories smoothly.

Not only the vast ocean he was in, but also a terrible tornado storm was brewing in his mind at this time.

With the addition of the two, Guta felt even more painful.

There was no time to hesitate any longer.

Looking at the corpse occupying his place on the ground, Guta hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to pull it out of the pit.

"Sorry friend, I just want to live too."

Whispering in a low voice, Guta held the slender arm on the side of the corpse and pulled it out vigorously.

The body was unexpectedly heavy, but fortunately, Guta still had a lot of strength.

Soon, with several pulls, the corpse was successfully brought out of the pit.

Afterwards, the ancient pagoda occupied the magpie's nest and hid directly in the half-deep pit.

Pulling the hole wall, the ancient pagoda looked out at the terrifying celestial scene that was still intertwined with wind, rain, and thunder, and couldn't help tightening the thin clothes on his body.

It was a slightly rough coat made of the fur of an unknown beast. Although it looked thick, it was actually not warm at all.

However, it is much better than the man outside the pit.

Taking a quick glance just now, he noticed that the other party was wearing a plain white shirt.

It was obviously pulled out of the soil, and it was obviously raining like this, but the white shirt was still not stained with any dirt or stains, and it was as white as if it had just been taken out of a dry cleaner.

What's even more strange is that Guta didn't pay much attention at all before, but he knew every detail of the white shirt surprisingly well.

From the few buttons on it, to the small opening at the cuffs that was cut by an unknown knife, to the hole in the inner pocket that he couldn't even see, he knew everything clearly.

As if he was the owner of that white shirt.

The more he thought about it, the more pain Guta felt in his head, he could only force himself not to think about these messy things.

The most important thing right now is how to survive.

Just thinking about this, Guta suddenly noticed that the corpse that he had pulled out of the cave was starting to row towards the dark deep sea little by little, following the left and right of the island.

"do not want!"

Inexplicably, Guta stretched out his hand suddenly, and tightly grabbed the corpse's wrist.

He didn't know why he did this, he only knew that there was a voice in his heart telling him that he must never let go.

Absolutely not!

In this way, Guta held the heavy corpse tightly with both hands, and half of his body was stuck on the edge of the hole. In the floating sea, he desperately performed actions that seemed to have no meaning.

He didn't know why he insisted, and he didn't know why he was here.

There is no reason, no purpose, no meaning.

I don't know how long it took, just when his consciousness began to groggy, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next moment, a pitch-black ship with billowing black smoke slowly approached from the sea not far away.

A statue of a giant beast with a big mouth open at the bow is particularly conspicuous.

"Friend, are you on board?"

On the deck, a man wearing a captain's hat shouted towards the ancient tower on the island.

The man looked very similar to the corpse on the ground, except that his mouth was terrifyingly large, almost occupying most of his face, and he couldn't help drooling at this moment.

After hesitating for a moment, Guta stared closely at the other party's deep eyes that seemed to have no pupils, and asked word by word.

"Where will you take me?"

Hearing this, the man on the deck was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Where to go?"

He pulled the corner of his mouth and made an extremely funny expression.

Although against the background of that big mouth, this action is actually quite weird, and even makes people shudder.

At least Guta could clearly see the densely packed sharp teeth through the opponent's big mouth.

He doesn't look like a nice guy.

"Endless food, endless feast, endless joy, my friend..." The man on the deck bowed slightly, and even tap danced happily.

"That's where this ship is going."

Hearing the other party's oily tone, Guta frowned tightly.

Fake big empty, this is his only evaluation of this guy's words.

Once anything is hooked with a limit word, even if it is followed by a beautiful word, it will be difficult to generate the slightest sense of trust.

All in all, this guy in front of him is probably a liar.

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Chapter 58 The Choice of the Ancient Tower, The Third Person in the Darkness

"Well, I'm still not on board."

Looking at the obviously regretful expression of the other party, Guta glanced at the corpse at hand, and asked tentatively: "Why don't you help me take this corpse away and find a safe place..."