"What is this?"

The barbarian warrior picked up the potion that had fallen under his feet, pulled out the plug and carefully put it under his nose and sniffed it, his eyes were so cautious, not at all like just now, his emotions were obviously out of control.

"Don't ask so much! you still have thirty minutes to spare!" the woman gave an ultimatum without thinking.

Her attitude was so resolute that one of her hands shimmered with a halo of magical energy that would begin to chant a deadly incantation in the next second.

Once the chant of a spell begins, there is no way to stop halfway through, otherwise not only will the caster suffer a severe spell backlash, but it will also trigger a series of unforeseen consequences.

Minutes and seconds passed......

Just as the thirty-second countdown is about to end!

The barbarian warrior suddenly threw away the potion in his hand and charged at lightning speed, trying to deal with the woman who posed the greatest threat to him first.

But before he could take a few steps, the archer, who was on standby, pulled his bowstring first and shot an arrow glowing with cold light.

Sou!

Burst!

"Ah!!!!h

With a scream, his left eye was directly hit by an arrow, and the severe pain caused him to fall to the ground on the spot, and the skin on his body quickly cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the black body hidden inside.

No doubt!

It's a skinner!

Although it has a strong defense comparable to armor when put on human skin, this defense does not cover the eyes.

"Damn! I knew!" the woman cursed under her breath as she quickly completed the spell at hand.

Next Second......

A pungent smell of acid shot straight out and slammed into the skinner's face.

Although the damage of the magic acid was far from fatal, it forced the skinner to give up the idea of breaking head-on, and like a nimble monkey, he jumped directly onto the trunk of the tree, and disappeared into the night in three or two strokes.

Looking at the human skin that was discarded on the ground, the shooter's face suddenly became solemn, and he asked without looking back, "What are we going to do now?"

"Don't do anything! Stay here honestly! Don't you notice? The monster's skin just now is so hard that it's hard for ordinary weapons to really hurt it? As for the fool who rushed out, the body was already lying in a corner of the woods. As I have repeatedly emphasized, this adventure is extraordinary, and we must be vigilant. But there are always simple-minded and four-limbed idiots who think that the sword in his hand can defeat all enemies. ”

With that, a hint of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes, and she turned back to the campfire in the hollow of the tree, closed her eyes against the trunk and continued to sleep.

For her, the more dangerous the environment, the more important it is to ensure that she has a good rest, otherwise she will not be able to concentrate on releasing the spell at the critical moment, which will lead to the defeat of a battle that could have been won.

And the price of failure often means death, or even something more terrible than death.

But just because she can fall asleep doesn't mean the rest of the team can fall asleep too.

The sleepiness of the remaining members, including the shooter, has long since disappeared, replaced by dullness and depression.

They couldn't believe that the barbarian warriors, who were skilled in martial arts, had been killed by terrible monsters in less than a few minutes after rushing into the darkness, and even their skins had been peeled off.

In this way, with a strong fear of the unknown and death, the group held on all night without closing their eyes.

It was only when the sun rose again the next morning, bringing light and warmth to the world, that everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, took their weapons and equipment and left the cave, and searched the surrounding bushes with great vigilance.

About twenty minutes or so, I suddenly saw a bloodied skinless corpse, hanging from the trunk of a tree.

There was also a sharp arrow stuck in the corpse's eye.

You don't have to ask to know that this is a good thing that the injured skinning monster did last night.

In this way, it provokes the members of the adventure team, hoping that they will lose their minds and go crazy to hunt them down.

In this way, it can use its familiarity with the terrain to break each one, and then put on the skin of the other party, and play the adventure party to the point of mental breakdown.

But unfortunately, this team is significantly different from the previous teams, and the team members can't see how close they are.

The archer, who was good at observing and tracking, carefully examined the corpse, and quickly explained: "The cause of death was a blow to the head! The monster was obviously so powerful that it knocked down a powerful barbarian warrior in an instant, and then knocked him out neatly." But what I care more about is the peeling technique. ”

"Skinning?" the woman raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"That's right! Look at the exposed musculature! When the monster skinned it, it barely hurt any subcutaneous tissue, and even the blood flowed pitifully. This means that this is not the first time it has done this kind of thing, and I even suspect that the purpose of skinning it is to put on human skins and disguise itself as a dead person. The shooter explained unhurriedly.

The monster can kill a person, then disguise itself as a victim in human skin, and if you can do it, it can perfectly imitate sounds, movements, and habits. The woman had a thoughtful look on her face.

The archer nodded earnestly: "Your inference is very close to the truth! Now, we must find a way to get rid of these monsters once and for all." I don't want to go to bed every night with one eye open, and I don't want to wake up and find my teammates replaced by monsters. ”

"So what do you think we should do?" the woman's eyes flashed dangerously.

"It's easy! If those monsters are prey on us, why don't we set a trap and make them understand that hunters and prey are not always the same in this wasteland. Sometimes, it is also possible for the prey to become a hunter, and the hunter will also be killed by the prey. The shooter narrowed his eyes and smiled cruelly.

Although on the surface, he still maintained absolute calm, but his pupils revealed flames of anger and hatred.

"Now that you have a plan, let it go. Don't forget the squad's motto. We don't seek revenge on anyone, but we also don't let go of any enemy who kills our fellow soldiers. Death is not terrible, what is terrible is becoming insensitive. ”

With these meaningful words, the woman glanced at the rest of her companions, and began to search the surrounding woods in a team of two, until the potential danger was completely eliminated, and then proceeded in an orderly manner......