Ai Lei immediately looked away.

Took a big step back.

Based on the details she just observed, she quickly pieced together a sketch of the little man's background in her mind.

This should be a monster hunter who lives in the wilderness all year round.

You can treat the poisonous swamp full of snakes, insects, rats and ants like a Simmons mattress and sleep peacefully in it.

I have peeled off the fur and carapace of countless monsters, and I have almost been torn into pieces by monsters countless times.

His long hunting career has honed his superb killing skills.

It also made him incompatible with normal society, and he was at a loss for what to do after the victory.

Because he was seriously injured in the fierce battle, his dominant hand, spine and even central nervous system were affected to a certain extent, and his combat effectiveness dropped significantly.

Coupled with his personality, his current situation is quite embarrassing.

Fortunately, when he was hunting monsters, he had obtained some natural and earthly treasures deep in the wilderness.

In all likelihood, the origin of these treasures is unknown.

It's not just monster blood stained on it, but maybe also strong human blood.

So, until he was desperate, the little hunter took the treasure and went to the monster market to try his luck.

Sure enough, Ailei saw a bulging backpack behind the little hunter.

The backpack was wrapped in very tough monster tendons, like a rice dumpling.

The little hunter felt uneasy, and with his intact left hand, he wrapped the monster's tendons around and around.

Unless the entire left arm is cut off, the backpack will never leave him.

Ai Lei has seen many people like this.

I know they are all ruthless characters who kill without blinking an eye.

In addition to having cut the throats of countless monsters, he probably also owed several lives to his hands.

In addition, most of these ruthless people suffer from post-traumatic syndrome and are particularly easily agitated.

With a little stimulation, it may get out of control.

Although the secret police is right next to him.

But it is better to keep a respectful distance from such desperadoes.

With Ai Lei thinking like this, she no longer dared to look at the little hunter.

She lowered her head and was about to turn to the other corner of the hall.

The little hunter walked straight towards her.

"Wait for me here and pay attention to collect more information. I will go and do some small things. We will keep in touch at all times. If we lose contact, we will meet at several contact points according to the time just agreed."

Meng Chao's voice came from Ai Lei's ear canal.

Ai Lei opened her eyes wide and looked around, but did not find Meng Chao.

After turning his head for a long time, his eyes finally fell on the little hunter in disbelief.

The two looked at each other. The little hunter, who seemed to be full of anger and had the words "cruel" written on his forehead, winked at Ai Lei.

"Senior!"

Elle was stunned.

She blinked quickly, almost squeezing out tears. After observing closely for a long time, she didn't realize that the little hunter in front of her had anything to do with the senior who fell from the sky.

The size of their skeletons, the texture of their skin, and the direction of their muscle lines are all very different.

His eyes, temperament, and gait are also completely different.

Also, the scars on the body of the "little hunter" are like bloody centipedes, as well as the dense scabies healing marks on his face and body. They are too detailed and realistic!

The most important thing is that Meng Chao stayed out of Ailei's sight for at most three to five minutes.

How could it be possible to transform to such an extent in such a short period of time!

Elle was shocked.

Through her eyes, Meng Chao confirmed that he had made a hasty disguise and could barely fool her.

He smiled slightly, and soon returned to his face that was full of anxiety, violence, twitching from time to time, and gnashing his teeth from time to time.

Tightening the ropes of his backpack, which were tanned with monster tendons, he squeezed into the commotion.

Under mutual stimulation, the emotions of the middle and low-level transcendental beings have boiled to the extreme.

Everyone was pushed around by the turbulent crowd.

Everyone also became part of the turbulent crowd, pushing around with even more powerful force.

Meng Chao pretended to be involved in the crowd, unable to control himself and drifting with the crowd.

However, with the help of his exquisite control of muscle fibers, he kept getting closer to the senior reaper that he had been eyeing for a long time.

Senior harvesters also play the role of "ordinary consumers" among the crowd.

Although his eyes were darting around, he would scan the crowd from time to time, selecting suitable customers or "prey".

But because the scene was too chaotic, Meng Chao deliberately shrunk the skeleton, and the senior reapers did not immediately notice his presence and intentions.

Soon, Meng Chao squeezed in beside the senior reaper.

At this moment, it seemed that someone around him was too excited and accidentally leaked powerful and sharp spiritual energy.

A backpack that has been used for more than ten years has exceeded its fatigue limit due to excessive wear and tear.

In short, Meng Chao's backpack suddenly burst, and four small beads wrapped in mud shells fell out from underneath.

At first glance, the four tiny beads, which are slightly larger than pebbles, look like four preserved eggs.

But one of them hit the ground hard and was stepped on. The mud shell was broken and crushed, and an extremely dazzling brilliance bloomed from the cracks, and a faint scent came out.

The scene was really chaotic.

Most people were roaring with red faces.

The vast majority of people cast their blazing eyes on the secret police and the staff of the Extraordinary Tower.

Most people didn't notice this inconsequential incident at their feet.

Even if they smell this faint fragrance.

There was no way to distinguish it from the sour smell of sweat emanating from so many angry strong men.

Only the senior reaper who was always watching six directions and listening to all directions, like a conditioned reflex, his eyebrows jumped high and lightning exploded from his eyes.

Following the scent, he quickly zeroed in on the "preserved eggs" rolling around on the floor.

When he saw the brilliance like a gurgling stream blooming from the cracks of the "Pine Flower Egg", his expression of shock and greed could not be concealed no matter how calm he pretended to be.

Unfortunately, before he could carefully differentiate between the fragrance and the brilliance, Meng Chao was already lying on the ground, swearing and grabbing all four "preserved eggs" and stuffing them back into his backpack.

Meng Chao stared around with hungry, beast-like eyes to see if anyone noticed his treasure.

While tightening the rupture of the backpack, he wrapped the backpack on his chest, looking like he was willing to fight anyone for the treasure in the backpack at any time.

It seems that he realized that as the riots became more and more intense, it was destined to be impossible to trade here today.

And treasures that are accidentally dropped may also attract the covetous attention of interested people.

Meng Chao muttered a few words with an unhappy face, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't take it seriously and even glanced at the senior reaper.

The senior reaper could never take his eyes off the backpack on Meng Chao's chest.

Originally, today's situation was so chaotic that the senior reapers had already planned to call it quits and avoid the limelight.

But the more he thought about the brilliance and the strange fragrance just now, the more delicious it became.

It was like a barb piercing deeply into his heart.

The senior reaper thought for a while, then squeezed out of the crowd and recruited a few subordinates.

On the first floor, at the entrance of the Monster Market.

Meng Chao lowered the brim of the fisherman hat he just bought and was about to go out.

"Friend, stay."

The senior reaper walked forward quickly with a smile.

For a moment, Meng Chao was like a cheetah that had discovered a trap, his muscles all tense to the limit.

Even the scar running from his right arm to his neck turned a crystal clear red, so intense that it looked like blood was dripping from it.

He stared fiercely at the senior reaper.

He used his peripheral vision to scan the surrounding environment, looking for this guy's accomplices.
To be continued...