Tang Chuan tentatively walked up and carefully observed the dried corpse, and the more he observed, the more he felt infiltrated.

Not only is it very deformed, but the lower body is a monster with incomplete evolution, and the upper body is a normal creature, but the chest and abdomen are not known to be dissected by anyone, and the internal organs inside have dried up and shrunk to the size of a thumb......

Tang Chuan stretched out his toes, tried to kick the "dry corpse", and said, "Are you still saved?" What should we do. ”

"Ho...... Ho ho ......"

The dry corpse received an external stimulus, and suddenly made a strange "ho-ho" sound, just like the groan of a dying person, but it could not fully describe the whole sentence.

After Tang Chuan and the related body glanced at each other, he tentatively took out ten units of water from the game backpack.

Since the game world is real, the water source should be the same.

For such a dry corpse, not in the outside world, he can use fantasy weapons, and the related body can also directly communicate with him spiritually.

The only rescue method Tang Chuan could think of was to feed him some water.

As for rescue respiration, chest compressions?

Dreams!

Not to mention the difference in body structure, it is useless to designate.

Even if it was useful, Tang Chuan would not let the related body try, so he would no longer be able to face her squarely.

As for himself, Tang Chuan has never had such a thought, if the price of knowing the truth is so great, then forget it, I choose to be an ignorant tourist.

Boom~

Ten units of water were thrown on the body of this dried corpse like no money.

The ground was instantly wet with water, and the shallow water was filled with water.

Zi, Zizi......

Another strange sound sounded, as if some creature was struggling to suck something through an extremely narrow gap.

The sound turned from slow to urgent, and the water source on the ground, visible to the naked eye, converged towards the body of the dried corpse.

Seeing that this method was effective, Tang Chuan took out several units of water again and threw them at the dried corpse.

After about five or six minutes, the dried corpse on the ground, although it was still dark, had a trace of moisture, and his eyes actually exuded a green light.

Tang Chuan stared at him for a while, staring at him with big eyes? They were both able to see the blankness in each other's eyes.

Ooh!

Suddenly? The monthy monster sat up from the ground and let out a high-pitched cry of unknown significance? But there seems to be a hint of horror and anger.

Tang Chuan raised his hand? Looking at this monster in an extremely unstable mental state? Signaling that he was not threatening, he said, "Do you understand human speech?" ”

The deformed monster was stunned when he heard this? Then, he repeated Tang Chuan's words blankly: "You? Listen, got, understand, people, words, ......"

It's like a parrot learning its tongue for the first time, and it's extremely obscure.

However, Tang Chuan was keen to hear it? The words spoken by this monster actually resembled the official language of the Morningstar Empire.

In a Monster Hunter game? Because you want to take care of players from all over the universe? So no matter what you're talking about? It's all conveyed in the form of mental fluctuations.

Tang Chuan just spoke Chinese? However, after the deformed monster understood it, it directly translated it into the language of the Morningstar Empire......

This deepened the mystery again, because Tang Chuan's earlier guess was that the Morning Star Empire created this game? Either they want to use the players of the whole universe to help them clear the wasteland, or let the players help them clean up their former hostile civilizations.

But how can a hostile civilization speak the official language of the Morningstar Empire......

Tang Chuan said tentatively: "Who are you?" Why here. ”

"I ...... Who is it? ”

The deformed monster was dazed, as if searching for information about its own identity in its mind.

But no matter how much he searched, he didn't get a clear result, which only aggravated the sluggishness in his eyes.

The monster muttered, "I'm ...... Don't forget! I...... Why is it here? Why ......"

Speaking of this, the monster seemed to have touched some taboo, and with its head in its hands, it began to wail in pain.

Seeing this, Tang Chuan was silent, his brows furrowed.

As I said earlier, the way of communication in the world of Monster Hunter is through mental fluctuations.

And the fluctuations conveyed by the monster just now revealed extremely obscure information.

Message 1: His name is "Can't Forget", yes, that's his name, weird name.

Message 2: He seems to be trying to remember what he forgot and why he is here, which seems to be very important to him, even if he loses his life, he must not forget.

However, there seemed to be some kind of shackle in his mind, so that he could not remember where he came from no matter what.

Seeing this, Tang Chuan chose to divert the topic, and said, "The mural on the wall, did you paint it?" ”

Bang!

The monster who was holding his head and thinking painfully suddenly slapped the ground when he followed Tang Chuan's finger and looked at the mural not far away.

In his eyes, there seemed to be something he had forgotten, and a hint of clarity appeared.

The monster trembled its paws, pointed to a certain mural, and said in a daze, "This is 'remembered' painting...... Bearing in mind ......"

The monster looked at a completely dead corpse not far away and said sadly, "He's dead." ”

Remember, the same name of a monster.

Tang Chuan seemed to have found a way to help the monster recover some of his memories, and he asked the monster, "Can you tell me your companions, what are their names?" ”

"Companion ......"

The monster was stunned, then reacted and understood the meaning of the word "companion".

But the sadness in his eyes is even deeper, and there is still a trace of confusion in the depth.

He pointed to a monster corpse on the ground and said, "This is to remember it, this is not to forget, this is to paint the skin, this is hatred, this is the tinder...... But they're all dead, my partner, I'm ...... I can't forget, why I called it that......"

The monster fell into thought again, and then he couldn't think of the result, and began to hold his head in pain again, like a child who had been greatly wronged, trembling there and hoping for relief, which was seriously inconsistent with his appearance.

Tang Chuan looked at the corpses all over the ground, but fell into deep thought.

As the monster said, these dead people all have extremely strange names.

Most of these names are related to memory, as if there is something that must not be forgotten and needs to be remembered.

Tang Chuan looked at the withered monster named "Painted Skin", his death was extremely distorted, even if he had been dead for an unknown number of years, a trace of madness could still be seen on his face.

The most peculiar thing is that he seems to have been painted with certain images and words on his body, but he seems to have been burned by a fire, and his skin and flesh are twisted, so that people can no longer read the words.

However, Tang Chuan still found something strange, that is, a whole piece of flesh and skin on his back seemed to have been forcibly torn off, and the bones under his flesh and blood could be clearly seen.

Tang Chuan stepped forward, and he vaguely noticed that the painting skin curled up on the ground seemed to be clinging to something, and he was unwilling to let go of it.

The correspondents also discovered this strange place, and took the lead in Tang Chuan's attack, trying to take out the things in the arms of the painted skin.

Click......

The bones of the painted skin are tightly guarded by the things in his arms, and if they are forcibly removed, they may destroy his bones.

It can be seen that this guy, in the last second before he died, was tightly protecting that thing.

Tang Chuan didn't have any scruples, he stepped forward, stepped on the neck of the painted skin with one foot, put one hand into his arms, and directly pulled out the thing.

Smack......

The hand bones of the painted skin fell to the ground, so that the people who were thinking in pain on the side could not forget, and they were all stunned.

Tang Chuan smiled awkwardly, bent down, picked up the hand bones of the painted skin, forcibly assembled them for him, and inserted them into his shoulder skull.

He looked at him and said, "You continue to cry, it's okay, the painting skin is very good, and the limbs are sound." ”

Boom~

Before the words landed, half of the painted skin's body, as if it had completed the task, was scattered on the ground, and the bones were shattered.