Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

The day after Fufu settled down with Jiájiá at the Yuèchén stronghold, she sent a letter to her father, who was far away at the Xīngchén stronghold.

From the perspective of relatives and friends, it was certainly a good thing that Jiájiá was showing a willingness to reconnect with, and even return to, human society.

However, she had been disconnected from human society for many years, and many common sense notions were skewed, not to mention the numerous inconveniences in her lifestyle.

To start with the most basic point, after completing her symbiosis with the Yǔyuè Tianmǔ, she no longer needed artificial fabrics for warmth, and since she was the only human living in the Ice-Sealed Valley, her need for modesty had also been reduced to a minimum.

This meant that she hadn't considered the issue of clothing at all when birthing this "Tianmǔ."

Unlike her original "Fèngdié" form, which could at least be worn with underwear.

According to Jiájiá, the Yǔyuè Tianmǔ with whom she had completed symbiosis could be considered a part of her body, like hair or nails.

From that perspective, she had always been naked.

Of course, this argument could only be considered a joke; hair and nails aside, at least from an outsider's perspective, that glittering thing was a unique and gorgeous feather coat.

But this feather coat had another problem: like its marine and aerial relatives, the Yǔyuè Tianmǔ itself was translucent, which meant that the Tianmǔ feather coat didn't provide much coverage, similar to a gauze garment.

In the past, when Jiájiá interacted with the research team, it was mostly at night, and the feather coat itself emitted a hazy, colorful light, so it wasn't a problem.

However, wearing this semi-transparent feather coat around in broad daylight, according to the public order and good customs of modern society, was a bit too avant-garde and could only be covered with a large cloak.

Fufu and the others found a tailor and worked overnight to create a set of undergarments for Jiájiá that would cover most of her skin without seriously affecting the Yǔyuè Tianmǔ.

This solved the privacy issue, but the styling became indescribable.

Inside the hazy, light semi-transparent feather coat was crammed a set of shorts and a short-sleeved sports shirt, the kind that hunters usually wear under their armor.

Jiájiá, who didn't care much about her appearance, didn't mind, but Fufu, who liked beautiful and cute things like other girls, couldn't help but cover her face.

Jiájiá's current appearance was probably only something her mother would approve of, and might even add a pair of thick woolen pants for her.

But if her grandmother, who always loved Jiájiá and had a high aesthetic sense for fashion art, saw her, she might faint on the spot.

Besides that, there were many other troubles.

For example, she was no longer used to eating hot food, or even cooked food, or the bright sunlight, or constantly worrying about whether her "baby" had eaten well, and so on.

As for how to help her readjust to all of this, and how to arrange her future itinerary, let her father worry about it.

The moment the carrier pigeon flew away, ease and smiles returned to Fufu's face.

The letter has been sent, so it's not my problem to worry about!

Scanning the letter sent by Fufu, Ānxī'ěr tapped his throbbing forehead.

As the commander of the New World Research Commission, there were too many things he needed to worry about and arrange.

Take the current situation for example.

The problem of the fungal outbreak in the Guiding Lands, although Fēng Yíng had already gone to solve it, the plan to induce the Yánwánglóng and Yánfēilóng was ultimately too radical, and even as the initial proposer of the plan, he had no confidence in it.

To cope with the various unexpected events that might occur later, he had made a series of backup deployments.

The spread heavy crossbow team and many high-ranking hunters had been sent out by him, including Ěshūlā, whom he had dragged in as a strongman.

Under the control of the Shītàolóng, most of the unbreathable, high-concentration spore miasma dissipated, and the visibility inside the cave became much clearer.

Fēng Yíng stared blankly at the giant skull, which seemed empty even with the Shītàolóng inside.

"The skull of the Róngshānlóng? Isn't this where you slept and evolved back then? This is your nest, right? Are you planning to use this place as a battlefield?"

"gi——" the Mùzhàng Shītàolóng called out, seemingly in agreement.

"Like to fight at your doorstep, okay, whatever." Fēng Yíng looked around, carefully observing the cave, "The top of the cave isn't very high, the Yánwánglóng and Yánfēilóng can barely take off, but super-large-scale dust explosions shouldn't be possible.

Those stone pillar-like things should be part of the Róngshānlóng's ribs, right?

Ordinary stones can't withstand the dragon fire of those two Flame Dragons, the Róngshānlóng's skeleton should be fine, it's called the 'Dragon Bearing the Volcano' for a reason, there's no reason for its bones to be easily burned, it can be used as a shield.

Okay, this place is good!"

Fēng Yíng patted the head of the Mùzhàng Shītàolóng, getting a hand full of thick yellow liquid, made a "yuck" sound, and wiped her hand on her trouser leg.

"By the way, what about the living corpses you control? Call them out and let me see them."

The Mùzhàng Shītàolóng didn't quite understand her words, and wanted to find a "translator" to explain, but Àibō didn't have a miasma-resistant charm, couldn't go deep into the Rotten Vale, and was left outside the island by Fēng Yíng.

Seeing that the Mùzhàng Shītàolóng couldn't understand her meaning, Fēng Yíng stretched out her limbs and took a few steps, imitating the uncoordinated movements of the living corpses, making "uh uh ah ah" sounds.

This time, the Mùzhàng Shītàolóng understood, it spread its wings and let out a sharp cry.

After a while, some gray and dilapidated figures came to the cave one after another, staggering and wandering around.

Fēng Yíng stared at those half-dead creatures.

The researchers of the research team had repeatedly dissected and studied these zombie-like creatures.

They eventually discovered that these so-called living corpses were biologically alive, but their bodies and brains had been eroded by microorganisms in the miasma, their bodies began to fester, and their consciousness gradually disappeared, turning them into walking corpses that could only act on instinct.

Like insects parasitized by certain parasites.

According to the hunters' initial reports, the scholars mistakenly thought that the Shītàolóng could freely control these creatures,

However, as the research deepened, they realized that the Shītàolóng could only use the miasma to give simple commands such as "gather," "drive away," and "violently attack nearby living things."

More often, they existed as "rations" for the Shītàolóng to breed miasma microorganisms and absorb nutrients, rather than as vassals or dependents.

Once the veil of "mystery" was lifted through investigation and research, even Elder Dragons didn't seem so special.

"That's it? Although, but, is this number a bit too small?" Looking at the living corpses in front of her, which numbered no more than ten, Fēng Yíng said with dissatisfaction.

The Mùzhàng Shītàolóng turned its head.

"Anyway, there are no enemies on this island, so you've eaten them all as snacks, right?"

"gi"