After some searching, Lumian found a number of gold, silver, and copper coins, totaling 197 filkins and 25 coppes.

Among them, there are five gold louis alone.

As for the paper banknotes, he found only some suspected remains.

In addition to money, Lumian also turned out a little blue book.

The book is covered in grayish-blue and is 16 folio in size, and is widely available in the countryside and towns of Intis.

Based on the calendar, it integrates the almanac with the religious teachings of the two churches, and has a very positive effect on guiding farmers and herders in farming, production and grazing, and enriching their spiritual life.

Of course, even though it has been nearly 200 years since Russell the Great advocated compulsory education, there are still a large number of farmers, herdsmen, and workers who do not know a few words and are in a state of illiteracy.

Lumian flipped through a few pages at random, and found that this little blue book was no different from the one in his own home, but it looked a little older overall.

"There's the little blue book, there are so many Filkins, the family is definitely a very good family in the country, and there will be no more than ......five similar families in Kordu Village," Lumian threw away the little blue book, and put the gold, silver, and copper coins into different pockets - some hidden deep in the pocket of the cotton coat inside, some in the trouser pocket, and some randomly stuffed in the pocket of a leather jacket.

Although Lumian knew that the money would not bring reality, he still couldn't help but collect and save it.

These little things of gold or silver or copper always kept him from taking his eyes off them.

In his wandering life in the past, even if it was just a copper coin of Kope or Rick, he cherished it very much, and often fought with others for it, taking risks to do certain things.

After looking around, Lumian picked up his axe and dived towards the collapsed building closer to the reddish-brown peak.

He went deeper and deeper, and every time he passed through the empty space in the middle of the ring, he was terrified of the sudden surging of dozens of monsters and surrounding him in an unobstructed place.

In the faint gray mist, Lumian hunched over behind a half-collapsed stone wall, where he crouched to hide his form.

He cautiously poked his head out and looked ahead.

It was a narrow strip of land between two rows of destroyed buildings, with no trees, no weeds, only rubble, cracks, and dirt.

Suddenly, a figure leaped into Lumian's eyes.

"He" stood in the building opposite, staring at something.

The figure was wearing a black robe with a hood, and there was nothing strange about its back, like an ordinary human.

Lumi's peace of mind tightened, and he became more and more vigilant.

In the ruins of such a dream, the appearance of normal people is much more terrifying than the appearance of monsters!

As if sensing that someone was watching him, the figure slowly turned.

Lumian glanced at it quickly, quickly retracted his head, leaned his back against the wall, and didn't dare to move.

Just by looking at it, he had the illusion that he had reached hell and reached the abyss.

The figure was indeed a person, but "he" had three faces and six eyes!

The face on the front has cloudy eyes, sparse eyebrows, and many wrinkles, like an old man;

The left side is angular, with bright blue eyes, and a thick and dark beard, like a strong man;

The skin on the right side is smooth and delicate, like a shelled egg, and a pair of blue eyes reveal obvious innocence and ignorance, and at first glance it will not be more than five years old.

"What kind of monster is this......" Lumian struggled to control his breathing and keep his heart from beating wildly.

Even in Aurore's horror stories, such monsters never appeared, and only in the deepest, deepest, most absurd nightmares, could be encountered.

Although it is not good to recognize "people" by their appearance, but just by this appearance, Lumian intuitively thinks that the three-faced monster is many times more powerful than the skinless monster before!

Moreover, it has a high probability of possessing extraordinary powers.

"Eternal Sun, Great Father, please protect me from being discovered by it......" At this scene, the pan-believer Lumian could not help but pray to the "Eternal Sun".

If it weren't for the fact that he still had an axe in one hand, if it weren't for the treacherous environment, he would have opened his arms and made a gesture of "praising the sun".

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and Lumian thought that he might be hallucinating:

There seemed to be a sight that pierced through the wall and landed on his back.

His back instantly stiffened, and he was faintly burning.

In a second or two, the illusion was gone, and the sound of heavy footsteps went into the distance.

Lumian waited a little longer, until the footsteps died down, then slowly straightened his knees, turned around, poked his head out, and looked ahead.

The monster was farther away, behind the building that had collapsed in the middle on both sides, revealing half of its body in a faint gray mist.

"He" still had his back to Lumian, as if he had become a statue.

Lumian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the face of this kind of monster, he was not at all sure.

"It's not okay to go straight into the ruins from here...... Bypass?

"There are no other monsters like it?

"The closer you get to that mountain, the more powerful the monsters appear?"

Lumian retracted his body, thought for a moment, and decided that tonight would be over.

He planned to ask the woman who gave him the tarot card after dawn to see if there was a way to deal with the three-faced monster, but if it really didn't work, he would consider a detour.

He hunched his back, detached himself from the wall, and headed for where he had come.

At this time, he had an idea:

"If I fall asleep in this ruin, will I be able to escape from my dreams?"

Considering the large number of monsters around him, he temporarily suppressed the urge to try.

On his way back, he quickly searched every destroyed building he passed, but found no useful textual information, not even a few coins.

After retreating for a while, Lumian thought for a moment and decided to take a slight detour, approaching the burnt house he had arrived at first, where he had buried the skinless monster.

He wanted to see if the monster's death would be noticed by its kind, and if it would cause some changes.

Finding his place and hiding his body, Lumian poked his head out of his side and looked at the target area.

In the next second, he saw a "figure" again.

The figure was half human, half beast, legs folded forward, crouching there, examining the body of the skinless monster.

It had broken through the stone bricks and blocks that Lumian had piled up.

It wore a dark jacket and tighter, muddy trousers, black hair draped messily and greasy down its neck, and a shotgun behind it.

Shotgun!

Lumian hurriedly looked away, his head back.

"These monsters are outrageous!

"I can use a shotgun......

At this moment, Lumian felt like he was a hunter, carrying a weapon and a companion to hunt in the mountains, only to find that the rabbit opposite was setting up a water-cooled machine gun, aiming at himself and the others.

As the minutes ticked by, he waited patiently for the monster with the shotgun on his back to leave.

Finally, he heard a slight movement and drifted away.

Lumian cautiously poked his head out again, looking at the half-human, half-beast monster.

"It" marched in the form of a cat, towards the back of the building.

Lumian dropped a hanging heart, and then his eyes widened.

He found that the monster had taken exactly the same route he had taken when he had gone deep into the ruins!

"It's tracking me!

"It has a strong, beyond normal tracking ability!"

Lumian made a judgment subconsciously.

He was extremely glad that he had a whim when he came back and took a detour, otherwise he would definitely run into a square, or even be ambushed!

As soon as the monster disappeared, Lumian quickly got up and ran towards his house.

The crimson fire reflected from the glass windows on the ground floor of the house was like sunlight that dispelled the darkness.

Lumian ran all the way to the outside of his two-story building, opened the open door, and rushed inside.

After locking the door, he looked through the window and at the ruins.

In the distance of the gray mist, at the edge of the ruins, there was a faint figure standing, but it did not approach this way.

Whew, Lumian exhaled, ready to extinguish the fire, go upstairs to sleep, and leave the dream.

He glanced at the still burning fire, and muttered to himself:

"It can still burn for a while......

"I can experiment to see if after I get out of the dream, it will continue to burn until it goes out, or if it will freeze at the moment I left......"

Lumian had previously confirmed that the wilderness where the ruins were in a state of natural development through the rain had nothing to do with whether he dreamed or not, but it remains to be verified whether the situation is the same in his house, in the so-called safe zone.

He did as he thought, added a few more coals to the fire, fiddled with it, and then went up to the second floor with his axe and steel fork into the bedroom.

…………

When Lumien woke up, it was just dawn.

He examined his shirt-like pajamas, and was surprised to find that the gold, silver, and copper coins had not followed him to reality.

Rolling over and getting out of bed, Lumian walked over to his desk and reached out to pull back the curtains.

In the stabbing sound, a soft and clear light flowed in.

And as the window opened, the fresh, natural air penetrated the tip of Lumien's nose, and he couldn't help but stretch, thinking that sometimes it was nice to wake up early.

Of course, this is also thanks to the "patriotic health campaign" strongly promoted by Russell the Great, even if it did not have much impact on the countryside, it eventually brought some improvement, at least the feces became a treasure and would not be everywhere, and thanks to the later rulers who kept it, but changed the name.

His eyes wandered, sometimes looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, sometimes at the orange-red clouds in the sky, and sometimes at the weeds outside the house.

Suddenly, Lumian's gaze froze.

He saw a large bird perched on an elm tree not far away.

The bird's beak was pointed, its face was like that of a cat, its brown feathers were scattered with fine spots, and its brown and yellow eyes were matched with black eyes.

It's an owl.

It seemed to be looking at Lumian.