Lumian carefully wrapped his left hand with layers of white straps, then took the "depraved mercury", an iron-black axe, gray amber perfume, biscuits, cheese, bloody lamb chops, a rope for a trap, and a bag of cooled boiling water, and then carried his shotgun and walked out of his half-grounded building.

In the pale gray mist, he walked through the cracked wilderness where not a single grass had grown, into the ruins of the Dream Realm, and headed straight for the clearing where the flame monsters frequented their activities.

Hearing a voice from the distance, Lumien turned to the route the other party would take, and arrived at a natural trap that had been found in advance.

It was a deep pit on the side of the road, with crumbling walls in front of it and to the left, a few stones piled on top of it on the right, and a half-collapsed house in the back.

It was difficult to find such a natural trap just by passing by the road, and Lumian had to probe several times before seeing it.

He crouched down behind the pit, threw a few sharpened logs into it, and then covered it with a net of ropes that he had braided, and filled it with some floating earth.

A simple trap is complete, and the good arrangement is to put the bait.

The two lamb chops that Lumian had brought with him carefully lowered the edge of the net, half supported by the ground and half suspended above the pit.

Standing up and glancing at the fragile balance, Lumian took a few steps back into the half-collapsed house, climbed above the remnants of the façade, and crouched there.

He adjusted his position so that he could clearly observe the trap without being directly seen by the monsters passing by on the road.

Immediately afterward, Lumian took out the gray amber perfume and sprayed it a little on the wall.

The delicate and sweet fragrance then dispersed, and was blown away by the wind that blew through the ruins of the dream from time to time.

Some of them were attached to the walls and Lumien's body.

Lumien stopped and jumped backwards.

After landing, with a faint smell of perfume, he burned forward for most of the circle, and returned to the path that the flame monster would always take, but compared to the trap, he was now closer to the area where the other party hunted flesh and blood, and Lumian changed direction again, crossing the road and entering the ruins of the building opposite.

Arriving at the back of the crumbling house, he stopped, leaned back against the wall, and waited.

As with the strategy against the Shotgun Monster, Lumian never expected the Flame Monster to be able to hide from the Fire Monster and inflict heavy damage on it.

This is more of a bait and alarm for the target's strong sense of smell, observation and behavioral style.

Only a "finger" knows how to use the strengths of a "hunter" to deal with it!

Of course, the premise of all this is that the target idea relies on instinct, and the remaining wisdom is limited to combat.

With his back against the wall, Lumian pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" with his left hand wrapped in a white strap, ripping off the black strip of cloth that covered its surface.

He wasn't sure how long it would take for the flame to come over, and the only thing he could do was be patient.

And that's when he developed a strength from his wanderings.

Minutes and seconds passed, and out of sight of Lumian, a monster with a scorched black body and a crimson flame entered the path.

After walking forward for ten or twenty meters, its nose suddenly twitched. It smelled faint of blood.

The monster didn't turn around immediately, but continued on its way, looking out of the corner of its eye at the place where the smell had come from.

As it crossed the wall that stood in front of it, the two lamb chops with blood and water still left in their eyes came into view.

It was good food at this time, but the flame monster didn't follow its instinct and went straight to devour it.

It still moved forward, but at a slower pace.

Soon, it smelled a little bit of a different scent in the wind.

It instantly determined that the two pieces of flesh were traps, with hunters in ambush nearby.

And this hunter seems to be different from the one who observed it "invisibly" before, and lacks enough knowledge of "hunters" to deal with the smell of his body in advance.

After a few more steps, the flame monster used the source of the scent and the tiny footprints it found to confirm that the enemy was hiding on the outer wall of the building behind the trap.

It pretended not to notice anything, and pulled the distance another seven or eight meters.

Huo Ran turned around, and the crimson flames that erupted from its body quickly condensed, turning into a slightly blazing fireball.

Bang!

As the flame monster stretched out its right palm, the fireball swooped towards the location where Lumian had been "ambushed", and the outer wall of the explosion collapsed, blowing up the house to the ground.

As soon as Lumien, who was far away, heard the explosion, he immediately broke away from the building against him, and danced the frenzied and sometimes twisted dance in the not-so-spacious clearing.

The explosion just now was a new bullet for him, reminding him to hurry up and prepare for the second stage of the trap!

Letting the prey send its own flares is a plan that Lumien and Aurel have come up with after discussing it.

In the rhythmic and mysterious dance, Lumian senses the transparent and blurred figures of mouthpiece monsters, shotgun monsters, and skinless monsters.

By this time, the flame monster had rushed to the collapsed wall, looking for traces of the enemy.

Lumian danced for another ten or twenty seconds, and as the dance became more intense, he pulled out the silver dagger with his right hand and stabbed a small cut in his left wrist.

A drop of blood seeped out and congealed into a pocket-sized ball.

Lumian stepped on, turned, picked up the drop of blood, and aimed it at the sub-mouthpart monster.

"Me!"

He suppressed his voice and shouted in Ancient Hermes.

At this time, the flame monster had already discovered the tiny footprints it had left behind, smelled the faint fragrance, and began to track it.

After quickly shouting the follow-up order, Lumian watched as the mouthpiece monster swallowed the blood beads at the end of the ritual silver dagger and entered his body.

Madness, cruel will, and intense muscle hunger swept over in an instant.

Lumian forcibly suppressed the discomfort and quickly tied the negligible wound with the white strap he had brought.

He then stuffed a piece of cheese into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, making sure that the remaining gray amber perfume on his body would hide the rest of the smell.

In the process, Lumien ran to the edge of the road, stopping where he could not be seen on the other side.

Then, with his mouth shut, he turned around, tread his footprints, and walked back in the same way as he had come.

Relying on the hunter's observational ability and the exaggerated flexibility of the "dancer", Lumian stepped on the subtle footprints he left behind with every step, leaving no superfluous traces.

Not long after, he retreated to the middle of the road and stopped there.

He just stopped on the road openly, just remaining invisible.

Lumian waited again, meditating and pausing to contain the thoughts that had crossed his mind to keep himself from thinking about attacking the flame monster next.

At this time, it interferes with the other party's sense of danger in a very superficial way.

Inspired by the hunter's clear perception of himself.

And the method of ambushing in the middle of the road by stepping on his own footprints and retreating back was what Aurore had written about in a certain book.

After seven or eight seconds, the whole body of the flame monster appeared in Lumian's eyes, and he relied on his terrifying flexibility to half-twist his body to observe the area where the target was about to chase.

The flame monster chased along the tiny footprints and faint scents left behind by its enemies, as it didn't leave its "territory", and it didn't stop halfway through.

Back on the main road, it sniffed the air and, unsurprisingly, smelled a faint scent.

Instinctively, it lowered its head and found the inconspicuous footprints.

At the same time, it found no signs of traps in the area.

Without further hesitation, the flame monster followed its footprints and ran to the other side of the road.

Its burnt face, its eyes that were about to fall out of their original positions grew larger and clearer in Lumian's vision.

Lumian held his breath and stopped repeating the meditative interrupted behavior, just trying to empty his brain.

Five-meter, three-meter, one-meter...... He lunged at his target, and raised the "Fallen Mercury" he was holding in his left hand and paddled forward!

He didn't wait for the two sides to get closer, fearing that it would trigger the prey's sense of danger, so that it could make evasive moves in advance.

The flame monster instantly had a strong sense of crisis.

Without thinking, it pounced to the side.

At the same time, it drew a picture of Lumian in its line of sight, and saw his white-bandaged left hand holding a silver-black short knife and slashing at itself.

The distance between the two sides was so close that although the flame monster reacted, it still couldn't dodge and was directly hit by Lumian.

With a stabbing thud, the sharp blade of the "Fallen Mercury" sank into the right chest of the flame monster.

The fate of the "Noodle Man" then seeped into the subject's body in the form of illusory mercury beads.

At the same time, the river of intricate symbols of countless mercury colors emerged faintly, and a little fate was rapidly shrinking into the silver-black blade.

Lumian didn't care to pick the fate he wanted to exchange, and let "Fallen Mercury" play on his own.

Rumble!

The flames on the monster's body burst into flames.

A powerful shockwave pushed away Lumien and his "Fallen Mercury", and the burst of crimson flames ignited his clothes, scorching the skin of his face.

Lumian endured the burning pain, twisted his waist in mid-air, and changed direction to the limit. As soon as he landed, he immediately stood up and ran away.

However, when the flames on his body were not extinguished, he could not enter the "invisible" state again.

Bang!

Even though Lumian ran out of the S-shape, he was still directly overturned by the aftermath of the fireball, and his back was paralyzed by pain.

He stubbornly stood up, crawled off the road, and turned into the place where he had been hiding.