In fact, having dealt with monsters for so long, Lynch didn't know much about them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Some monsters have no intelligence, and their abilities are not weird, at most they are ugly, loud, and have a tendon in their brains. This kind of monster that feeds on its body is relatively easy to deal with, as long as the strength is not high, Lynch can easily clean them up.

Others are more troublesome.,Compared to the previous kind of monster.,This monster's ability is weird and difficult to figure out in an ordinary way.,The abilities are also diverse.,It's unimaginable.,It's impossible to prevent.。 Even if the strength of this kind of monster is not high, Lynch must always be careful to guard against overturning when dealing with them, and the more powerful they are, the more bizarre they are.

How do they spot their prey?

Lynch sat quietly on the stairs of the dark cabin, his eyes closed, his perception suppressed to a very small extent, and he tried to slow down the sound of his breathing. Directly opposite him was the entrance to the room, the lock of the door was already almost broken, and all Lynch could do now was close it.

As for what was going on outside the house, Lynch didn't know, and there was no way to judge the situation just by the sound of scattered footsteps, the sound of chains dragging on the ground, wailing, and whispering.

He didn't dare to let his perception out. You know, some monsters can sense the detection of perception.

What do monsters rely on to find prey?

Lynch has seen people who smell with their noses, see with their eyes, and find people who are hidden somehow. But if you are facing a monster of the latter kind with strange abilities, there is such a saying.

Whether you're hiding under your bed, in your closet, or anywhere else you can hide, if you can see them with your eyes, if they're in your sight, you've been spotted by them.

Whether you have been exposed or not, the moment you see them, your location, your demeanor, whether you panic or not, all of this will be known to them.

So you don't have to hide at this point, because the monster that is still pretending to search for you in your sight is just indulging in the instinctive pleasure of torturing and playing with you, and it is just enjoying your fear.

Of course, this is for ordinary people. As a capable person, Lynch naturally will not hide in the closet and wait for death. He chose to sit on the ground and wait for death, which was also relatively dignified as a capable person.

This is of course impossible.

Try to minimize the opportunity to interact with the monsters outside that are in the way, and just wait for them to disperse, and Lynch will come out of this room and start his own actions.

Monsters rarely come together in a space that is so small for them. Most of them are solitary creatures, and sometimes, if they get too close to each other, they will fight each other.

Lynch closed his eyes, vaguely expecting this possibility.

In the end, the benefits of picking up experience points for nothing did not fall on Lynch. As time passed, the various sounds outside the house gradually became quieter, and far away, Lynch's heart that had been tense for an unknown period of time finally relaxed.

It seems to be gone. Lynch waited a little longer.

Then, he stood up, put the bell back in his pocket, patted the dust off his body, straightened his clothes, and straightened the wrinkled brim of his hood.

Lynch opened his eyes.

Outside, there was a faint light in front of the door that shone through the broken door panel, breaking into a bundle and shining into the dark room.

The lamp seems to have been put on when the monster was scattering?

Lynch narrowed his eyes and summoned a sword.

"Squeak", "squeak".

The lantern that seemed to be hanging outside the door began to sway slowly and rhythmically.

A thick black mist began to slowly spew in through the crack in the door, mixed with the dense and somewhat neurotic whispers of the doorway, as if it had arrived from far away, and finally stopped at the door.

Someone hung a lamp at the door of the room where I was hiding, and I don't know if it was returned to its original owner?

Lynch sighed slightly. Do you want to kill me with the hands of a monster? I'm a newcomer, I'm new to your land, and I don't know anything, and someone is already thinking of cleaning me up? Isn't the silent communication between the two people a friendly and tacit silent pretense?

Lynch instantly thought of the guy who had stolen his lantern with a strange whereabouts.

I'll keep a good note of it.

However, the premise of being able to settle accounts is to survive now.

Lynch no longer hesitated, and with a flash of lightning in his hand, a bolt of lightning slashed towards the door.

The fragile door panel exploded in an instant, and the long lightning bolt was like a whip, throwing a crisp sound in the air, like a shock, but it was a flash in the pan, and then disappeared after a flash.

The lantern in the doorway fell to the ground, and the dancing flames flickered on and off, gradually falling silent in the black mist.

Then it was crushed by the monster next to it.

The slender but twisted monster with a body as thin as a noodle had a belly like a ten-month-pregnant belly, but its slender little head had only a large mouth that covered the entire face, its sharp teeth grinding, and its mouth was incoherent.

Lynch picked up a small thunderball in his hand and threw it at the monster.

A crack opened in the monster's big belly again, and it ate the elemental ball that Lynch threw at it in one gulp, and then the whole big belly agitated again.

Dangerous.

Alerted by his talent, Lynch quickly sprang down the stairs.

"Bang!" the crack in the monster's stomach cracked again, and a pool of strong, pungent orange juice squirted towards where Lynch had been with a gunshot.

Watching the stairs melt like liquid, Lynch held his breath and tried not to let the disgusting stench of the room enter his nose, he shook the sword in his hand, and his other hand flashed with a blinding electric light.

The monster cleverly blocked the doorway, and did not rush in, and after spraying the disgusting liquid, the crack in its stomach was still wide open, and then a wet, but skinny woman crawled out of the crack!

Like a spider, the woman fell to the ground and quickly crawled towards Lynch, her skeletal face looking hideous and crazy.

Her long hair was like an umbilical cord, attached to the monster's belly.

"Help me...... Help me!please!" the woman shouted hysterically at Lynch, but at the same time stretched out her claws and lunged at Lynch.

The sword of the astral realm flashed with lightning, and the sharp attribute was activated, cutting off the monster's outstretched claws like slicing tofu, and the woman let out a cry of pain, and there was more resentment on her hideous face.

She leaped high and threw herself at Lynch, screaming, "Sooner or later, you will too...... Sooner or later, you will live rather than die!"

Fight with people who are about the same level as yourself, don't jump into the air easily, this is a flaw.

Lynch's face was expressionless, and with the help of his talent for cheating in almost slow motion, he quickly circled to the woman's side and split it in two with a single sword.

The woman howled miserably, with a look of despair, and her umbilical hair began to exert force, dragging her surviving upper body back, while her abandoned lower body was frantically bouncing around the room, blood spraying everywhere, like a fish lapped on land by the waves, making the last struggle before dying.

Can you recycle so successfully?

With a slight exertion of his legs, Lynch came directly to the woman who left only the upper body, and his flashing electric hand directly held the woman's hair.

Then, in a split second holding his hair, Lynch suddenly remembered something.

This thing doesn't seem to be conductive......