It was night, the stars were shining, and Rodin carried out two hours of "Dragon Yuan" method and swordsmanship cultivation as usual. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a hearty escape, head back to the campfire. Tonight it was his turn to keep vigil with Fletcher.

Fletcher, who was sleepy-eyed on the side, looked up at Rodin, who had returned,

"You still run to practice swords in the middle of the night, you are really energetic like a monster. You're a humanoid monster!"

Rodin smiled heartily: "No way, I have formed a habit, I don't come back once a day, and I feel uncomfortable." ”

Suddenly, he approached Fletcher with a twinkle in his eyes, and said, "Hey, seriously. Coming once a night, it's even cooler than that little thing between men and women. Let's practice with my brother!"

Frye refused without raising his head: "No, I won't fool you, if you practice like this, sooner or later you will go crazy." “

"Forget it, it's not interesting. “

"When you're tired, go back to the tent and rest, I'll be enough. “

Hearing this, Fletcher shook his head violently and cheered up: "No, I, Fletcher, am definitely not a cheating and slippery person. “

Rodin was a little funny in his heart, this person, he said he was lazy, but he was full of responsibility and responsibility.

Suddenly, a swift cold wind swept across the barren and desolate ground, making a rustling sound.

"Huh. “

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

In the empty and dark night sky, there were strange bursts of continuous long sounds, and the ground began to tremble slightly, like a weight of 10,000 catties slammed on the ground, and it continued to hit the tips of the hearts of the two.

"Whew-" trembled all over, and a cold sweat of white hair instantly drilled out.

"What's that sound?" Fletcher wiped his sweat and swallowed, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Rodin pushed the other party hard, and shouted in a suppressed voice, "Hurry up and wake everyone up! Be careful not to alarm the monsters." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly extinguished the nearby bonfire, looked behind him, gritted his teeth and rushed to the source of the sound.

Not long after, under the bright moon, a towering figure like a mountain appeared in view.

This is definitely the master of the footprints of the day.

The humanoid monster, about fifty meters tall, equivalent to the height of a twenty-story building in a previous life, could not distinguish its specific skin color, and from the outline, it was as muscular as a rock, reminiscent of the bodybuilding champions of the previous life.

At this moment, it was facing Rodin sideways, walking away from the camp. Every time you land, the ground will tremble slightly, and the stride is quite slow, but one step is more than 20 meters.

The giant was holding a large gray bag in both hands, and the bag was bulging against his back and pressed against a shawl of black hair, unsure of what it contained.

The monster notes left by Leviathan suddenly came to mind, and Rodin quickly pulled them out of his close-fitting clothes and searched for them.

"yes, that's it. “

Leviathan described this type of monster in his notes:

"I have never seen them with my own eyes, except for a few moments, in the middle of nowhere, like ghosts descending, silently, rows of large, neat footprints appear out of thin air in my field of vision.

But I got some information about it from a few wizarding friends, who were able to see its appearance clearly, hear its voice, and call it "Faceless - Spirit Hunter".

Forty to eighty meters tall, it was immensely strong, but it had no face, and was carrying a cloth bag behind it, which was filled with the breath of spirits, which wizards guessed contained spirits, human or other creatures.

Any creature that can enslave the soul will never be easy to match.

I don't know where it came from or where it's going. To ordinary humans, it seems to be indifferent, and humans cannot see it, except for the horrific rows of footprints.

My wizard friends just warned me not to look him in the eye!

If you can see it, remember, don't look into its eyes, I can't study it, only to warn it. “

Eyes, don't you say faceless, there are no faces, why do you have eyes?

Rodin looked intently at the giant's broad mountain-like back.

This look seemed to touch some kind of perception in it, and it leaned sideways and slowly turned its head towards Rodin.

Faceless, really the face is gray, there are no facial features, and the front of the head is round and protruding, weird and terrifying.

Rodin continued to stare at it unblinkingly, his face as if filled with unknown magic that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Facing him, the monster slowly lowered the bag in his hand and raised his hands.

It clenched its hands into fists, the back of its fists pressed against its blank face, its eyes.

The body is slightly curled up, like a child hiding in a closet, worried about hide and seek.

Rodin inexplicably remembered a movie he had seen in his previous life, Pan's Labyrinth.

His heart moved, and at the same time, his clenched fists instantly released.

"It turns out its eyes are here. “

Two large, bony eyeballs stood out in the giant's exposed palms.

Black and white are distinct, growing alive in the palm of the hand, like two magnificent diamonds.

People can't help but indulge in it.

Rodin staring at his eyes was in a trance, his spirit became more relaxed than ever, and his heart was faintly happy, nostalgic for the feeling of drinking and drinking until he was slightly drunk in his previous life.

Gradually, I became more and more intoxicated.

There was an intermittent "gurgling" sound in his throat, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a shallow arc.

In the line of sight, the scenery begins to diffuse, blurring, outlining layers of virtual shadows.

If one were to look at Rodin's pupils, they would see that they were dilating and dilating little by little.

As soon as the hand was released, the monster notes and fell to the ground.

"Put it down, come with me. "The hypnotic sound full of magic resounded in my mind, inducing, eloquent, cordial, and irresistible.

The tense muscles relax and crumble against the surface of the body. The soles of the feet are weak and begin to sway.

And so he departed, without pain, without sorrow.

Irresistible, unpredictable summons that cannot be refused.

"Rodin, what are you doing standing stupidly!"

A spring thunder exploded behind him, dispelling the gloom and silence in his heart in an instant.

Rodin's pupils, which were about to spread to the extreme, contracted instantly, and the whole person suddenly came to his senses.

"I, what's wrong with me. "The tongue is soft and soft, giving a feeling that is difficult to control.

Not only that, but the whole body and mask are sore, as if running a long marathon, and I can't lift my energy.

"What's wrong with you, you're sweating profusely, and you're training again? I said you, you can't stop a little, be careful of your practice!" Fletcher chattered, a smile on his face.

Rodin saw the giant not far away withdraw his fists, re-carry the sack, and turn away, a wave of fear welled up in his heart.

"Did you wake everyone up?"

"Who is so immoral to wake up the villagers who are sleeping soundly at night?

"Could it be that the conversation with Fletcher was my hallucination?" said Rodin, feeling a mess in his head.

"So, do you see it?" he pointed to the giant's back.

"Where are you referring to? There's nothing at all, you're not going to be a ghost, are you, Rodin?"

Fletcher's fat face was huddled together, and he shrugged his shoulders abruptly, as if he was not slightly frightened.

"People are scared to death, go back quickly, roast the fire. ”

With that, he turned around and hurried back.

Soaked in cold sweat, I actually felt a slight coolness after the cold night breeze blew, which was impossible before.

"When did I become so weak?" he remembered the giant's strange eyes, a shudder, and a palpitation. That thing was literally going to suck his soul away.

Soul Hunter, Soul Hunter?

Rodin crouched down and picked up the open notes.

A reminder is vivid in my mind: "Don't look at its eyes, remember, remember." ”

It turned out that what was recorded in the notes was true, and ordinary people could not see or hear the spirit hunt.

"And I can, and so can wizards. ”

Puzzled, Rodin returned to the camp, took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and set them up on the campfire to bake.

Fletcher, who stood up without warning, stared intently at his back, his face inexplicably surprised.

Rodin turned around and scolded unnaturally, "What's the matter, Fatty?"

"I said Rodin, when did you get a tattoo on your back, it's quite domineering, haha!"

"Tattoos, don't scare me. ”

"What are you lying to, one of the tattooed eyes looks lifelike, let me touch it, is it true. ”

Tattoos, eyes?

A piercing chill enveloped Rodin's body.