Unlike the black man at the beginning, his flesh and blood was not devoured, but scattered like flowers when the monster threw it.
In an instant, the rich smell of blood filled the entire space as various internal organs fell to the ground, as well as the old white man's arms.
"Ahhhh~~"
The people of the Rebirth Sect were shocked and angry. They roared involuntarily, and the gunfire started again. Their fingers couldn't let go of the trigger, and all the bullets poured out.
They were too nervous and fearful, so most of the bullets actually hit the empty space. It would be nice if a quarter of them hit the monster with only half of its body left.
But this time, the monster that had just exploded to kill one person and tear off an arm did not dodge at all, allowing those bullets to penetrate into the mutilated body.
"Huchi~huchi~"
The sound of heavy breathing resounded in the heart of the mountain, and everyone in the Rebirth Sect stared at the monster with their blood-red eyes wide open.
The monster seemed completely unaware that the bullet in its body weighed a pound. It struggled to drag its body closer to the mural little by little.
It was originally not far from the mural, less than 50 centimeters away, but at this distance, it crawled for several minutes before landing its paws on the mural.
In these few minutes, the atmosphere was extremely weird.
On one side was a group of people panting, sweating, and staring nervously; on the other side was the monster who only saw the mural, moving its body bit by bit.
Its claws fell on the mural, leaving a bloody paw print on the mural that had been wiped clean.
The monster seemed to panic and let out a nervous cry of "ouch". Even if it was beaten into a torn sack by bullets or nailed to the ground by a harpoon, it had never made such a panicked sound.
It kept reaching out to wipe it, but the more it wiped, the more blood marks appeared, and eventually it became dark red.
After a while, with everyone watching, it finally gave up, leaned its entire body against the mural, rubbed it, and made a "purr" sound like a cat rubbing its head next to its owner, and then stopped moving.
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What did the people from the Rebirth Sect think? Chen Yang and the others didn't know. They only knew that they felt attachment to the monster in its last actions.
It is attached to the mural, or in other words, it is the unlucky painter who painted the mural.
This attachment is so deep that even if it spans a long time, even if the monster can no longer be called a living creature, it still remains and is entrusted to the mural by it.
"It..., it..., is it dead?"
Hu Tu was so nervous that he spoke incoherently: "No, no, no, it's not alive in the first place, but...but...it's not dead either?"
"Does that count as alive or dead?"
Hu Tu was confused.
Chen Yang sighed and said: "Half life and half death, it is not considered a living thing, nor is it a dead thing."
"However, it is completely dead now."
Chen Yang paused for a moment and then continued: "Actually, when someone from the Rebirth Sect knocks it down from the air, it will die.
only......"
It's just that he didn't finish what he said, but Tang Wan, Zhu Wuneng, and Hu Tu could all understand it.
It was nothing more than deep attachment that allowed him to breathe his last breath, kill the triangular eye, cripple the old white man, and allow himself to die in front of the mural he was most reluctant to part with.
This is undoubtedly how the reincarnated goddess sees this.
Step by step, she stood out from the crowd and walked up to the monster. She seemed unable to see the monster's ferocity and terror, and ignored the monster's hunt for the afterlife. She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the monster's head, murmuring: