Transcendent courses are useful, but also stereotypical.

It standardizes the templating of supernatural abilities, helping the supernatural circumvent most useless abilities, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to replicate some abilities that are too mysterious and complex - such as his "hunter's cage".

And the awakening of those supernatural abilities is almost always related to strong wills and mood swings.

Whether Tang Hongyin can do it, he doesn't know - just take it as an idle move, and pity for the girl.

Yan Lu Song said lightly, so he looked at the creeper planted under the tower and came to life.

They had only climbed two or three meters around the watchtower, but at this moment they suddenly grew wildly, all the way to the top of the tower, and the leaves at the top weaved a soft and strong platform, supporting the song and moving down.

The landscape plants on the roadside also came to life, whether it was bare cherry blossom trees or evergreen bushes, all of them suddenly became extremely aggressive plants, shaking their branches to attack the pollutants, killing all the pollutants that washed ashore.

His "life mimicry" is a very special ability, which is difficult to be classified into any route, but it has the characteristics of three routes at the same time.

Because of it, he can parse and mimic almost any route of supernatural abilities - of course, limited to those that are at or below his own level.

Bella blocked the end of the commercial street, blocking the swarming pollutants, quite a husband and wife are at a loss.

Yan Luge glanced at it, and instead of helping her, he turned around and went in another direction.

He began to run and jump in the jagged canopy.

The soft, bouncy branches always appear at his feet, as if he were walking through the air, and the path under his feet spawns outward with his steps.

Sometimes, when he tried to leap over an obstacle, the branches under his feet would sink slightly, and then throw him high into the air. When he jumped over the obstacle, a new branch grew on the opposite side and caught him steadily.

Even if the original owner of Lin Ya's ability came here, he would definitely not be able to use this extraordinary ability to this extent.

Fleeing tourists flocked to the exit of the shopping street.

But there are so many pollutants that they land from all directions of the beach and don't necessarily go to the junction blocked by Bella, and the few go around to other places to chase these fleeing tourists at the exit.

It's chaos.

Several of the band members were also blocked in their path, and Matsuyama Ryohei was brave enough to try to knock them down with the stones and sticks he had picked up, but when he poked the sticks into the monster's eyes, the rotting monster, which was half fish and half sheep, only stopped for a moment.

After a few moments, it seemed unconscious, and crawled towards them again.

They tried to turn around and run away, but at some point they found that several monsters had come around behind them and surrounded them in a circle.

"Don't, don't come here!"

"Get out of here!"

The encirclement shrank smaller and smaller, but strangely enough, the monsters did not attack them.

Subsequently, the pollutant lowered his head and began to vomit.

What they spit out was a mixture of blood, pieces of flesh, and broken bones, and it emitted a strong stench.

The filthy vomit came together, began to swell, grow, and finally coalesced into a human form.

A white, swollen, rotting female corpse with a small shepherd flute pendant around her neck.

Matsuyama's eyes widened sharply.

"Izumiko ......"

His fountain, the fountain he loved the most, the fountain he lost.

Even though she was no longer human, he still recognized her at a sight.

Miki Ito covered her mouth in surprise and looked at her sister's corpse.

The distant sound of the shepherd's flute sounded.

The female corpse took a stiff step and walked slowly towards him.

She walked slowly, with water marks and rotting flesh falling with every step, first blistered pale skin, then puffy muscles, blood vessels, nerves......

- Kill him, kill his lover.

- Kill him, kill his lover.

The bewitching sound sounded silently.

The female corpse's eyeballs had long since rotted and melted into black water, but in the empty eye sockets, there were faint blood and tears.

- Kill him, kill his lover.

The demagogy grew louder and louder.

At the sound of the shepherd's flute, the female corpse raised her hand, and the flesh and blood on her arm fell with a pop, and finally only a piece of white bone was left in the palm of the hand that slowly stretched out to Matsuyama Ryohei's neck.

"Are you trying to kill me? Izumiko ......," Matsuyama Ryohei said tremblingly.

But not scared, but excited.

With trembling hands, he took out the ring box from his pocket and slowly put a ring on the white finger of the female corpse.

When he was done with all this, Matsuyama Ryohei closed his eyes with a smile: "Let's leave together." ”

The bony hand with the ring was on Matsuyama Ryohei's neck, but strangely, he didn't pinch it hard.

After a long time, Matsuyama Ryohei opened his eyes in confusion, and he saw a young man wearing a mountain ghost mask standing behind the female corpse.

A long, thin, snake-like tongue pierced the woman's body from behind, piercing her body.

The tongue that emerged from the female corpse's chest curved slightly upward, like a nimble hand, wrapped around the shepherd flute ornament worn around the female corpse's neck.

Then the tongue jerked and quickly retracted, leaving a hole in the woman's chest.

"Izumi!"

"Finally got you." The boy wearing the mountain ghost mask said.

Yan Luge spread out his palm, and there was a mouth with two rows of fangs in his palm, and between the fangs was gently biting the flute ornament that had been snatched.

"From the very beginning, I felt that something was wrong. Paine, the flock, the shepherd's flute, it's all too ritualistic. Yan Luge looked at the pendant of the shepherd flute in his hand and sneered, "Actually, 'Paine' doesn't exist, but you want to create a 'Paine' to make these things." ”

The "......" did not answer.

Yan Luge snorted coldly, but the two rows of teeth in his palms were slightly stronger: "I know you can understand people's words." ”

When the fangs bit together with more and more force, almost biting it in half, the small and delicate flute suddenly spoke: "You can't stop me." You can't stop Them. ”

It makes a strange sound, like a flickering whistle that is forced to piece together words, and because of the single tone, it can only say very simple words.

"Whether you can stop it or not, that's my problem." Yan Luge laughed, "As for Ling...... Just give me some reflection. ”

The mouth in the palm of his hand opened and closed, and the little fangs no longer held the flute in his mouth, but swallowed it in one gulp.

The fangs closed, and after two seconds, they slowly opened again.

Between the two rows of fangs, there was a large blood-red eyeball, like the eyes of a reptile, and the pupils were slender olive-shaped, still dripping and turning restlessly, looking very weird.

…… What kind of curiosity is this "hunter's cage"? Will swallowing any prey turn into a blood-red eyeball?