King Shabao maintains the habit of resting four hours a day.

It doesn't actually require sleep.

Mimic monsters will remain motionless, using their bodies as traps to lure various humans or other life forms closer to them.

Every Mimic is a natural-born hunter. They can remain motionless for days or months, waiting for their prey to lose guard and alertness and fall into the trap step by step.

Greedy and curious openers will always try to touch the treasure chest to open it.

At this time, the Mimic monster will become violent and attack, swallowing the prey into the box and locking it inside. No matter how hard the prey struggles, it will be difficult to escape until it agrees to all the Mimic monster's demands.

In fact, the Mimic doesn't really want much.

They like hunting and treasures, and if the slaves in the box can pay enough chips, the Mimics don't mind giving them their freedom.

If it is a powerful and invincible prey, the treasure chest will run away. Their natural speed allows them to escape danger and avoid falling into the opponent's prey.

Mimic monsters search for targets every day, pretend to hunt, and then change places to continue luring prey.

When disguised as a treasure chest, they trick themselves into believing they are an inanimate chest.

They must deceive themselves before they can deceive others. At this time, they will fall into a state of confusion and will not show the slightest abnormality.

"Why do you have to sleep? Sleeping doesn't bring any improvement to the Mimics."

Ice Fog Box advised Sha Baowang: "If you have that time to hunt, you might be able to catch prey."

"This is to bring people into their lives and understand their thoughts."

King Sha Bao explained: "It will be increasingly difficult to catch people in the future just by traditional methods. I try to find their flaws and habits from their perspective and lifestyle."

A cloud of white mist rose from the ice-mist box: "What have you figured out after all these years?"

King Shabao was silent for a while: "People are greedy."

“With a seashell, they will want a second and third one; with a treasure chest, they will want to open it and take it for themselves; sleeping makes them feel comfortable, and they will often sleep in... People

I like it endlessly.”

"Then have you figured out a new way to hunt hunters?"

"Not yet."

"Then remember to tell me when you think of it. I have to go hunting. There have been many foreign tourists coming to the Everlasting City recently, which is a good opportunity for an ambush."

King Shabao watched the ice fog box jump and jump into a pile of ice.

The ice fog box shakes off some broken ice, revealing a corner of the silver treasure box on the surface, pretending to be squeezed by the ice and brought to the world.

King Shabao was a little depressed.

It's not finished yet.

There are many disadvantages to traditional hunting.

According to the investigation conducted by Sand Treasure King, the hunting success rate of individual Mimic monsters that have been active around the Ageless City has dropped from % two years ago to %, while in the desert further away, the hunting success rate of Mimic Monsters is less than %.

It is even more difficult to succeed in places close to Shacheng and Bailing tribal villages, because many people there have knowledge and experience, and the Mimic Monsters no longer haunt those areas.

Ice Fog Box believes: "Then we should focus more on hunting. Only by spending more time and increasing the number of hunts can we maintain the prey we have in the past."

That's not the case at all.

It is the Yao people who have become more and more familiar with the Mimic Monsters, but the Mimic Monsters do not yet understand the Yao people well enough.

Indeed, there will still be greedy and lucky people who fall for it - there always will be these people. But with the constant publicity of the Yao people, the abilities and hunting methods of the Mimics are no longer a secret.

In the past, the enemy was in the dark and we were in the dark. Now, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark. The situation is not good.

If this continues, it will be a matter of time before the Mimics become prey.

King Sha Bao sighed.

Knowing this harsh current situation doesn't seem to be of much use. It can only adopt the traditional method of squatting and waiting for a destined person to appear.

…

Today, many people came in and out of the border area between the Kingdom of Mist and the Desert, but they only pointed at the Sand Treasure King who was stuck in the sand.

"That's a treasure monster, right? I heard that in order to attract people, they often lie down in various places and pretend that there are treasures in the box. It's really hard to live."

"This is an old trick from ten years ago, and it's not easy to be fooled."

"It looks so pitiful. Why don't we give it some seashells?"

"The weather is so hot, the skin of the Mimics will crack if you keep exposing it to the sun. I heard that they are also made of flesh and blood."

Two young men came over and placed a clay pot filled with water not far from King Sha Bao, along with two seashells.

Wait until they leave completely.

King Sha Bao then shook the sand and jumped up.

hateful!

How dare you look down on Mimics!

King Shabao wanted to kick the kettle to pieces, but in the end, he put the pottery pot and seashells into his box.

The situation is stronger than human beings. The hunting market is not good now, so if you can collect a little bit, it's better.

Just when King Shabao was about to call it a day and find a place to sleep, a figure came towards here.

It immediately switches to treasure chest form.

The visitor was wrapped in a black robe. He stumbled in the desert, looking tired and weak. What was strange was that his body was very soft, as if he had no bones.

He came closer.

Chance!

coming!

King Sha Bao held his breath and concentrated.

The man in black robe sat next to the treasure chest, breathing heavily.

Just when Shabao King was about to make a violent attack, the other party suddenly said: "You are a Mimic, right?"

He doesn't have a Shacheng accent, nor does he sound like someone from the Yao Kingdom. His Yao accent is very strong.

"I won't live much longer."

The other party said: "You can eat me and give it to you, so at least it won't be wasted."

King Shabao will not be able to deal with this.

Should I eat or not eat now?

Eat it, it feels a bit bullying, bullying a terminally ill person, which is not in line with its style.

King Shabao has a lofty goal, which is to eventually become a box god and rank among the temple statues as the right-hand man of the supreme god Yao.

It knows it's very difficult.

But if the Mimic has no ideals, what is the difference between it and a rotten box?

King Sha Bao has always wanted to use his upright strength and superb skills to capture prey, show his ability and value, and finally be discovered by Lord Yao from among his peers.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From the words of this person seeking death, King Sha Bao heard a sense of self-abasement and lifelessness.

It reminds me of some Mimics.

King Shabao said, we have to find ways to change the status quo. Everyone can think of ways and give each other ideas. They said, what's the use?

That's the tone.

King Sha Bao snorted coldly.

"Mimics are not trash cans. If you want to commit suicide, you should find another place."

The other party was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you say that the Mimic monsters dress up as treasure boxes just to eat people?"

Then the man felt sad: "Hey, even the Mimics don't want to eat me... I really am a waste."

King Shabao originally wanted to curse a few words, but considering that the other party was already terminally ill, he thought about it and let it go.

It said: "Life is not easy for any race, you have to stand up for yourself."

"But I will die soon. My body is constantly dissolving."

The man in black robe sat on the ground and coughed up a large mouthful of blood on the ground.

His name is Blood Fang, he comes from the world of Blood Hills, and he is a young Blood Ancestor in Ice Lake City.

The Blood Ancestor could transform into a Blood Demon through genetic activation potion, but the Blood Fang failed. Not only did it fail to be promoted to a Blood Demon, it instead fell into an extremely weak condition.

A normal blood demon will be huge in size, able to condense and store a large amount of blood elements and blood, and possess a strong body and the top power of the blood clan.

However, Xueya's body was smaller than during the Blood Ancestor period, becoming more slender and weaker.

Its whole body alternated between cold and hot, and the blood in its body split into two strands. The two kinds of blood were like two spirally wound ropes, pulling at each other crazily, making Xueya miserable.

Xueya will keep trembling and coughing up blood. The blood in his body will become less and less, and it will be difficult for his body to stabilize into a human form.
To be continued...