Ultraman doesn't need to eat, he just needs light.
Although Wilson cannot do this, he and the human body are both human beings. Even if they can sustain life with light, they will still be hungry if they don't eat.
But if he was asked to taste the ghoul's delicacies, he would rather go hungry.
"Photosynthesis?" The painter scratched his head blankly.
It doesn't look like Mr. Soth is a plant.
But the painter didn't say much. After all, there are so many strange species in the world, and there seems to be no problem with such a guy who can photosynthesize.
Jiguji walked up to Wilson at this time, raised his dog-like face, and started purring.
Wilson was a little embarrassed by this ghoul.
He quickly poked at his own system in his heart.
[Zhuom, according to the ghoul language you analyzed, what is it saying? 】
The progress bar on the light screen has not even advanced halfway, but some simple words should be able to be deciphered.
【Friend...delicious...】
"..."
Wilson lowered his head and stared at the ghoul.
Jiguji grinned, and saliva flowed from the sharp teeth.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
Fortunately, at this time, the painter quickly translated: "It wants to be friends with you because you smell delicious."
"Huh?" Wilson was even more confused.
He hesitantly raised his arm and smelled it. A smell of rose mixed with a strange stench lingered on him.
That was because the stench of Cilizan that remained from the night before yesterday had not dissipated. Even though he had taken countless showers and rubbed his skin until it was bald, the smell had not been dissipated. In addition, he had a strong body odor unique to Europeans.
, he wanted to soak his whole body in water.
And his clothes, no matter how much they were washed, couldn't get rid of the smell, so he had to throw them away with tears.
In the end, Elizabeth Ellis, the only woman in the team, kindly lent him a bottle of rose water and sprayed it on him from beginning to end.
Only then could he barely suppress the smell on his body.
Although the smell of rose is mixed with Cilizan, the combination of the two tastes more magical, but it is barely acceptable.
I still smell so bad.
Wilson's face twisted slightly, and he lowered his arm in disgust.
He didn't understand why the ghoul said he was delicious.
etc……
He suddenly thought of something.
It seems that for ghouls, rotting corpses are the top delicacy. And isn’t Cilizan just a rotting zombie monster?!
So after being swallowed by pieces of rotten flesh, holding Silizan, and being pickled by zombie monsters, he is now a walking spicy hotpot?!
For a moment, Wilson's mood was extremely complicated.
He didn't know whether to thank Cilizan for boosting his favorability in front of the ghoul.
"Mr. South, do you also like decay and cemeteries?" The painter asked curiously, "The fragrance on your body feels delicious to Jiguji. He wants to know where you picked up the corpse."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Wilson twitched the corners of his mouth bitterly, denying three times in a row. He didn't want to add some weird settings to himself.
"I've never been to a cemetery...and the smell on me doesn't come from there."
He thought for a while and suddenly waved his hand.
White and golden light spots bloomed in his hands, and a mysterious book inlaid with silver-white patterns jumped out of his pocket and floated in his palm.
Wilson's whole body also emitted little bits of light out of thin air. The silver-patterned dream book floated up and down in his palm, and dreamlike colors bloomed all around.
This was such a mysterious and fantastic scene that the painter was startled at first, but was soon attracted by the magnificent brilliance.
Under the miraculous glare, the book unfolded automatically, like an invisible hand turning the pages.
The artist's sharp eyes saw that there seemed to be some writing on the first few pages, but it was not in any language he was familiar with.
Those letters seemed to be English letters, but some letters had strange slashes on them. The combinations were also weird. There were no words he knew at all, but they were arranged in an unusually harmonious way.
Before he could read it carefully, the pages of the book turned quickly again.
A mysterious card with a simple and vigorous atmosphere appeared in front of the painter and the ghoul. What an ugly and terrifying monster was depicted on the card. Those hateful eyes seemed to be watching the outside world through the card.
of everything.
Two slender fingers gently picked up the card.
He casually pulled it out of the mysterious book.
The other hand gently closed the book. It was like all the beautiful dreams would end, and the dreamlike brilliance dissipated in an instant.
Only the glimmer of white runes on the mysterious book remained.
The ghoul screamed a few times and subconsciously hid behind the painter. It instinctively felt uncomfortable with these lights.
But fortunately, the impact was not very deep. The smooth and wrinkled head poked out again, the bloodshot eyes swirled in the eye sockets, and then stared at the card that was taken out.
Card.
The muddy saliva dripped down again unsatisfactorily.
"Mr. South, this is..." The painter looked at all this in shock. It was not until Wilson closed the book and all the magic disappeared that he seemed to reflect it and couldn't help but murmured: "This is really...
So beautiful…”
He was shocked and speechless by the fantastic scene just now. Those superficial words could not describe what he could see in front of him. He could only praise it dryly.
Even though he has known the ghouls for a long time and has seen many things that are unimaginable to humans, what Mr. Soth just showed can still be regarded as a dream.
He subconsciously wanted to pick up the brush and palette and paint the mysterious book in his own way.
Mr. Soth in front of him smiled gently, then put away the book engraved with silver-white runes and stuffed it into his arms. This mysterious Mr. Soth seemed to have always been so calm and calm.
Light and gentle look.
The painter further confirmed his guess.
Mr. South is definitely not an ordinary human being!
Is it possible that Mr. Soth is a low-key wizard? He has mastered such dreamy power, and that mysterious book may be the wizard's magic book.
The painter's family also had a certain connection with the witch, and he couldn't help but speculate in this regard.
Mr. South didn't say anything more, nor did he mention the mysterious book. He just showed them the card contained in the book.