"What the hell is a pet-type beast soul?
It couldn't be just for show, right?
I was tricked by Qin Xuan this time. What's the use of such a beast soul? "
Han Sen felt depressed and killed the copper-toothed beast that was chasing the mutant three-eyed cat. When he was about to take back the useless mutant three-eyed cat, he saw the mutant three-eyed cat meowing around the copper-toothed beast's body. It seemed to be very hungry, and even drool was dripping from the corner of its mouth.
"Eat it if you want."
Han Sen looked at the cat curiously. Generally, mount beast souls and battle beast souls did not need to eat. If they were injured, they only needed to be summoned back to the void to rest for a while and they would heal automatically.
The mutant three-eyed cat followed Han Sen's order and jumped on the body of the copper-toothed beast. It scratched and bit, but obviously, its teeth and claws were not sharp enough. It could not even tear through the skin of the copper-toothed beast.
Han Sen felt depressed and peeled off the skin of the copper-toothed beast with a dagger. He cut the meat into small pieces and fed them to the cat.
The little thing was really good at eating. It was only the size of a palm, while the copper-toothed beast was twice its size. Surprisingly, the little thing had eaten the entire copper-toothed beast. Han Sen did not know how it did it, but it was so full that it could not move. Han Sen was afraid it would eat itself to death.
Shaking his head helplessly, Han Sen summoned the cat back. When he returned to the Alliance next time, he would check the Skynet about the use of a pet-type beast soul.
Mutant creatures were not so easy to find. Han Sen had been in the mountains for more than half a month and had not encountered any mutant creatures. He had hunted a lot of primitive creatures that he had not eaten before, so his primitive geno points had exceeded 90 and were almost maxed out.
Hunting alone in the mountains was very boring. When Han Sen took a break, he would summon the cat to play with it and feed it, which was a little more fun.
With the protection of the black beetle armor, Han Sen could take the opportunity to increase his combat experience with Ghosthaunt even if he only needed to kill ordinary primitive creatures.
Except for the fact that he was not proficient in using it, this martial art was really useful, especially in the ways of catching and breaking bones, which could make a creature lose its combat ability in a short time.
However, because he was not proficient in it and the close combat was very dangerous, Han Sen did not use the skills properly several times. If it were not for the black beetle armor, he would have been killed by a creature.
He had been in the mountains for more than a month, but he had not found a single mutant creature. However, his combat skills in Ghosthaunt had improved by leaps and bounds. He had honed his skills in fighting against all kinds of creatures.
Later, Han Sen no longer needed to rely on his sacred-blood armor to hunt primitive creatures.
Another big gain was that his primitive geno points had maxed out.
A few months ago, he was still struggling for ordinary geno points. Now, even primitive geno points had been maxed out. Han Sen was in a good mood. He gathered a pile of firewood and started a fire to barbecue some meat.
"Help... Help..." Han Sen was eating meat with the mutant cat he named "Meowth" when he suddenly saw a man in ragged clothes running towards him, shouting for help.
Han Sen quickly got up and looked at the man. After only one glance, Han Sen called Meowth back and ran away, leaving the barbecued meat on the ground behind.
"Dude, help. I will give you money. I will give you as much as you want." The man behind him shouted at Han Sen as he ran.
"Keep your money for yourself." Han Sen ran as fast as he could without looking back.
No matter how much money he had, he had to be alive to spend it.
The man was being chased by at least a hundred mammo beasts.
Although mammo beasts were primitive creatures, they weighed more than ten tons and were even stronger than tanks.
Even with sacred-blood armor, one would be severely injured if hit or stepped on by a mammo beast, not to mention that there were more than a hundred mammo beasts chasing after him.
Even if Qin Xuan, Son of Heaven, and Fist Guy were there, they would have to run for their lives when the mammo beast was raging, let alone Han Sen.
"Brother in front, don't run so fast. Give me a hand. I won't forget your great kindness. I will definitely thank you." The man in the back was out of breath as he shouted.
"I can't even protect myself. You are on your own."
Han Sen ran for a while and saw a cliff in front of him with green vines hanging down. Without hesitation, he ran over and grabbed the vines to climb up.
The benefits of Devil Possession were shown. Han Sen climbed more than a dozen meters and jumped onto a stone platform about six square meters in size.
Seeing Han Sen climb up, the man behind him gritted his teeth and ran over, trying to climb up with the vines.
He didn't know if it was because he was too weak, or because he had run out of energy, but after climbing for a while, he slipped down again.
"Dude, help!"
Seeing that the mammo beast was less than ten meters away from him, the man was on the verge of tears.
"Hold on tight." Han Sen grabbed the vines the man was holding and pulled up.
The man was overjoyed, and he used the force of Han Sen's pull to climb up the wall. After ten meters, he heard the sound of the mammo beast crashing into the wall.
Han Sen and the man both felt the cliff tremble. They pulled and stepped on each other and finally pulled the man onto the platform.
After the man got on the platform, he lay there paralyzed. He gasped for air and couldn't even say a word.
"Friend, what kind of heinous thing have you done to attract over a hundred Mammy Beasts to hunt you down?"
Han Sen glanced at the mammo beasts that were crashing into each other. After getting up, they still did not want to leave. They roared and shouted at the two people on the platform. Unfortunately, they were heavier than elephants and could not climb up at all.
"I don't want to talk about it. I am so unlucky."
The man took a deep breath and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one up and threw the other one to Han Sen. "I, Lin Beifeng, will remember you for saving my life. When we return to the shelter, I will reward you handsomely."
"You'd better give me cash."
Han Sen looked at the cigarettes in his hand and knew that the man was rich. A pack of Black Forest cigarettes that cost more than ten thousand was not something an ordinary person could afford. Naturally, there was no need to be polite with such a rich man.