After the meal, the three of Yunyushan rested for a while.

"This time, it's Zilong and Miro who wash the dishes." Yao Sansan announced to the children.

The two children drooped their heads, and the children who didn't have their turn were naturally happy and went to the yard to play.

For the three of Yunyushan, there are still many things to do, and the happiness and displeasure of washing dishes and not washing dishes are exclusive to children.

Yao Sansan and Ba Xin took him to familiarize themselves with the places where traps were laid around and checked these places.

"The chances of catching a gargoyle with these ordinary traps are simply slim to none." Yun Yushan obviously didn't care about these traps.

"yes, the gargoyle didn't catch it, but the man did catch one." Yao Sansan teased.

Great Khan, Yun Yushan immediately defended himself: "I didn't pay attention to ......"

"Even big living people can be caught, and gargoyles are no problem." Yao Sansan didn't listen to his explanation at all, and ran to check the first trap in a row.

"......" Yun Yushan was speechless.

However, although Yao Sansan was in a good mood, he didn't believe in these simple ones, and he could even say that a simple trap could catch a gargoyle, but it was enough to use it as the first line of defense around the orphanage.

But what she didn't expect was that this time there was a catch, it was an emaciated gargoyle.

From a distance, she saw that the trap had been used, and that there was only a round hole left in the ground.

Maybe it's some kind of pheasant or boar. Yao Sansan thought so.

Since these traps were laid, people and other critters have been caught in addition to gargoyles.

Looking down, the gray stone statue was standing on top of the iron thorns.

"Come and see, come and see," Yao Sansan beckoned excitedly to Yun Yushan and Uncle Baxin.

"Who said this trap was useless?" She looked at Yun Yushan with a smug expression.

And Yunyu Mountain didn't expect that there would really be gargoyles falling into such a trap.

What a shame on the gargoyles.

Yun Yushan thought like this, and even caused himself to be slapped in the face, which is hateful.

Perhaps it was because of such a simple thought, Yun Yushan condensed several lightsabers in his hand and stabbed them downward.

king、king、king

The crisp sound of the collision of gold and stone sounded, leaving only a few shallow marks.

The turtle shell is really hard.

"Get it up." Yao Sansan only thought that Yunyu Mountain was playing around, and he didn't care.

So a screen of light condensed under the gargoyle's body, and then it was quickly dragged up.

The other gargoyles may be thin, but at least they are 1.9 meters, close to two meters tall, which is considered tall among humans.

But the one in front of him, even if you count the horns on his head, I'm afraid it's only a little over 1.7 meters.

Too short, too thin, is this really a gargoyle?

So the three of them were not very vigilant, and after Baxin alienated his arm, he carried this gargoyle on his shoulder.

The trap behind them harvested a wild boar and nothing else.

Back at the orphanage, Bashin carried the gargoyle and the boar to the yard and put them away, found a few ropes and tied them to the tree.

Beneath the stone shell, however, the gargoyle did not go into hibernation.

Last night, it arrived, and a force that terrified and hated him erupted nearby, and it panicked and fell into a trap that had been trying to forage for food.

But he should have been able to escape, even if it was tens of meters deep, maybe he could trap other gargoyles here, but it wasn't a problem for his light body at all.

But the instinct of the body took the place of his ignorant consciousness at that time, and he began to petrify himself.

The gargoyle didn't even have a strong sense of self at first, and in the chaos, only the silent belief of being alive lingered in his mind.

To do this, the emaciated but agile it had to dodge its kind, which was as powerful as he was for the flesh of his kind, and he knew the craving of his kind.

It's not about high intelligence, it's just the instinct of the body.

Many times, when the stronger of his kind were fighting, he lurked and waited for one of them to win.

Many times he succeeded, and it took them to break the bloody blood, and the limbs to break the winner, but before the victor had time to enjoy his spoils, it would rush out and snatch the body of the vanquished.

Of course, it does not have too much intelligence, and it often intervenes in battles with too much disparity in strength, for which it has paid a great price, and the most primitive and direct pain has made him learn to be much smarter, and he has never done it again.

Gradually, it devoured the corpses of many of its kind, and in the process ate many people, but it did not grow in size.

Many of its kind are getting stronger, and instinctively tells it that the "boulders" are not suitable for it to stay.

Later, it went to a place where there were fewer "boulders" and ate more people, but there was still no change.

The slow growth of power unsettled it. Seeing the need to avoid their own kind, the weak prey is not completely without the power to resist.

This sense of crisis has always surrounded its weak consciousness, and it instinctively tends to plunder more flesh and blood.

It was as if it no longer felt what it was like to have a full stomach, and every time it ate, it became hungrier.

Devour their flesh!

Drink up their blood!

Suck their brains!

Bite their bones!!

Hunger has taken over its entire consciousness, eating, eating desperately!

Every time it wakes up in the night, it is only looking for prey, sometimes it can be caught, sometimes it is not.

With its ignorant consciousness, it also felt that time was rapidly draining.

Whenever the day falls, it looks at the sun with resentment: it is it that prevents me from eating!

Then the stone shell enveloped it entirely, and it went into dormancy again.

One night, it woke up.

Flesh, there is flesh there.

Hungry, it ran desperately for food, but suddenly there erupted with a familiar feeling.

Both resentful and afraid.

In its panic, it fell into a trap, iron thorns piercing its skin, pain frightening it, blood loss causing it panic, mixed with anger and resentment.

How could the faint consciousness of this gargoyle withstand the impact of so many negative emotions, even if it lost the only faint consciousness.

Something was cracking open in its chaotic mind.

After a long time, he gradually recovered, but before daylight, the body began to spontaneously petrify, and the consciousness was quickly diluted, but this time the petrification did not fall into dormancy.

The light of the slanting sun spread in the courtyard and in the room, but it was still some time before the mountain set.

The two children were playing in the yard, but they were not afraid of the stone statues beside them.

Yun Yushan was cooking in the kitchen, and Yao Sansan and a few children were smashing and smashing their mouths on the side, waiting for the meal to start.

It's fragrant, it's really fragrant.

Yao Sansan was even more glad to have invited Yun Yushan into the organization.

"You're a fool, Shakya!"

"Fart ......"

The two children suddenly quarreled for some reason.