After two nights of exploring, Lumien discovers that the monsters in the outer area of the Dream Ruins are not as much as he imagined.

After he got rid of the skinless monsters, shotgun monsters, and monsters with black marks, he went around like this, and he didn't even encounter any targets for hunting, and only found a few pieces of flesh that could still wriggle to a certain extent.

Their only role is presumably to act as food.

And Lumian had already discovered that he didn't need to eat in his dreams.

Every time he came in, he was full of energy, not hungry, and after exploring or fighting for a while, as the spiritual consumption deepened, the exhaustion deepened, and there would be a state similar to hunger, but it was quite slight and did not require additional energy.

When this hunger pang becomes a bit impossible to ignore, Lumian's spiritual and physical strength is often depleted, and the whole person is very tired and needs to get out of the dream.

After a realistic meal and "recuperation", the next time he entered here, he was undoubtedly full of energy and no hunger.

During the exploration, Lumian searched the various collapsed buildings while observing the environment, and turned out some coins, but there were not many, and none of them added up to more than one gold louis.

And with words, there are only a few small blue books.

As a last resort, Lumian tried to dig deeper into the ruins.

He slowly penetrated between the faint gray mist, the gloomy surroundings, and the collapsing or remnants of the walls.

Suddenly, he spotted a set of shallow, strange footprints.

It's hard to even say it's a footprint, because the one on the left is normal, but the right one corresponds to the marks left by the palm press.

Another monster? Lumian followed the footprints and quietly followed, not forgetting to look around and imagine the most suitable battle scenario for different environments.

Finally, he heard a little movement, so he stopped walking, and made a slight half-circle, crawling to the top of a collapsed building, covering himself with a messy and heavy stone.

Immediately afterward, Lumian cautiously poked out part of his head and looked at where the voice was coming from.

It was a clean, declutter-free wasteland, and in the center stood a guy who didn't know if he could call it a human.

"He" looks like a human at a glance, but when he looks closely, he is full of all kinds of incongruities:

Two eyes are located at the nose, with a mouth above and a pair of ears below, the nose is embedded in the edge of the temple, one leg and one hand appear in the area corresponding to the shoulder, and the waist down is also a leg and a hand, as if the different parts of the human being are randomly patchworked.

This made Lumian instantly understand why the footprints he was tracking were the way they were.

At this time, the monster was walking up and down the wasteland in a brown jacket and dark blue trousers that the people of the lower classes of Intis often wear, and had no shoes or hats.

Lumian was in no hurry to hunt and patiently observed.

Moments later, the monster raised its arms and struck a posture with its body bent backwards and its head touching the ground.

Very good flexibility for going to the dance...... Lumian sneered inwardly.

As soon as he flashed such a thought, the monster literally danced.

Its movements are sometimes sonorous, sometimes beautifully soft, sometimes weird and outrageous, but all very rhythmic.

What's more, this guy seems to have no bones, his arms can be folded backwards to his back, and the legs and arms below can even be intertwined.

As the prankster king of Kordu Village, Lumian instantly thought of what kind of nickname the other party could have:

Noodle Man!

And based on what he just discovered, he has a corresponding plan for the next battle:

"You can't think that you can dodge the attack by dodging behind the target, Noodle Man is completely consistent......

"Beware of snake twisting......

"I'm not sure if it's critical, but since I have a head, let's cut off my head first......"

As his thoughts flowed, the monster's dance became more and more intense, and from time to time it opened one arm and one leg and jumped upward, as if to embrace the sky.

Lumian was a little infected, and he wanted to twist his body and jump around.

He couldn't help but recall a melody that his sister often played in his mind:

Move times, move times......

Suddenly, Lumian felt a little hot in his left chest, and vaguely unreal words echoed in his ears.

This made his scalp tingle slightly, and his body trembled slightly, as if he would hear the mysterious voice that made him on the verge of losing control in the next second.

Belch...... Lumian hurriedly pulled open the leather jacket with his free left hand, unbuttoned the off-white cotton shirt underneath, and looked down at his chest.

He saw the black thorn symbol that locked his heart stand out again, and the blue-black symbol of what appeared to be an eye and a bug slowly emerged, pressing against the former.

Lumian was stunned at first, and then thought after thought:

"I didn't meditate, I didn't stay in that state for a few seconds......

"The dance of the 'Noodle Man' inspires?

"His dance touches the realm of the occult and contains supernatural powers?

"Fortunately, when the thorn symbol is activated in this way, the terrifying sound is almost inaudible, and it doesn't make me near death and go completely out of control, but my head will throb for a while, and the slight tremor of my body can't stop, uh, my mind is also a little confused......"

After Lumian became a "hunter", he had not tried to meditate in his dreams again to show his specialness, because he felt that the risks were much greater than before.

Before, it was a near-death, and it would be good to slow it down, but now, in a near-death state, he is likely to lose control, which cannot be saved!

Moreover, he suspects that even if he is lucky enough to listen to that mysterious and terrifying voice, he will not die and become a monster out of control, and he will be left with an incurable mental illness.

It's not that there is no other way, he will not take any more risks.

After two or three seconds, Lumian was no longer surprised by the thorn symbol being inspired by the dance of the "Noodle Man", and his heart was filled with indescribable joy.

Now this bad state, he can bear it completely!

"So, is it possible that I learn the dance of this 'Noodle Man', and when I am hunting a powerful monster, I will dance a section in advance, inspire, uh, not fully excite the special in my dream, and then rush to the target that is stunned, and solve it in a few clicks?

"Even if you rely on dance, the 'special' can't be fully activated, it should have some effect, I don't expect the target to give up resistance like a shotgun monster, it is enough to greatly weaken them......" Lumian's thoughts rushed, and the more he looked at the dancing "Noodle Man", the more pleasing it was to the eye.

What eyes grow at the nose level, what mouth is high on the forehead, what acts as an arm on one leg, how can there be a magical dance to look good?

In an instant, Lumian had a strong "love for talents" and found a good reason:

"Aurel said that talent cannot be selected by uniform criteria, so why does it have to be a human being, not a monster?"

He decided not to hunt the "noodle man" until he learned that dance, and to come and watch it several times a night in an effort to master it as soon as possible.

Of course, he now plans to do an experiment with the other party first:

He wanted to see what effect the incompletely activated "special" would have on the monsters!

Lumian made a quick decision, unbuttoned his clothes, bare on his left chest, and jumped from the collapsed house to the wasteland, bypassing the covering.

The dance of the "Noodle Man" came to an abrupt end.

It began to tremble.

It turned to Lumien, prostrate down, and lay on its stomach.

Lumian stopped, no longer trying to get closer, keeping a safe enough distance.

The "noodle man" was motionless.

Lumian nodded invisibly, and said to himself:

"Even in the face of a 'special' that is not fully activated, this lower-level monster will directly give up resistance and show submission......

"Those who are higher or have extraordinary characteristics don't know what will happen......

"To be sure, it didn't work so well......"

Lumien looked at the "Noodle Man" and smiled:

"Here, jump one more."

The "Noodle Man" didn't dare to look up, and he didn't know if he understood what Lumian was saying.

Seeing that good words were ineffective, Lumian accentuated his tone:

"Quick, give your grandpa another jump!"

The "Noodle Man" trembled and was still prostrate.

Monsters can't understand human language? So what is used to communicate with it? Lumian was a little helpless.

He was now learning and selling, and said in a few Hermetian words he had just mastered:

"Me.

"Need ......"

Lumien didn't speak later, and began to dance with his body movements.

The monster didn't even look at him, and stuck its face to the dirt of the wasteland.

"Are you stupid?" Lumian couldn't help but scold.

He himself felt that he was scolding unreasonably, after all, there were so many monsters before and after, which one was not stupid?

The most intelligent shotgun monster is also suppressed by human intelligence!

It was at this moment that Lumian felt the slight heat in his chest disappear.

Instinctively, he lowered his head and saw the thorn symbol and the blue-black symbol disappear at the same time.

Almost instantly, Lumien set his sights on the "Noodle Man".

The "Noodle Man" also raised his head and looked at him with eyes that were at the point of his nose.

One person, one monster, you look at me, I look at you, they are all stunned for a second.

Kick and kick, Lumian turned around and ran away.

The "Noodle Man" jumped to his feet and chased after him viciously.

Luminian was very familiar with his surroundings, and ran faster than a monster with uncoordinated legs and hands, so he easily shook it off and circled back to the wasteland, hiding in its original position.

He didn't run away because he was afraid of the other party, but he was worried that he would not be able to hold his hand if he really fought, and he didn't know if he could find a "noodle man" who could dance in the ruins of his dreams.

He wasn't going to hunt this strange monster until he learned that mysterious dance.

After waiting for a while, Lumien saw the "Noodle Man" return to the area.

He nodded and muttered to himself silently:

"Sure enough, monsters have their own 'territory' and are used to moving in a certain place or patrolling along a certain route......

"It's a lot like a beast......"

Next, Lumien waited patiently for a dance that might not have happened.

Nearly two hours passed, and he had lost a lot of spiritual energy and felt a little hungry.

The "noodle man", who had rested for a long time, walked to the middle of the wasteland again and raised his arms and legs.

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