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He looked at the two new corpses on the ground, thoughts flooding his mind.

If the answer is either “beautiful” or “not beautiful”, then theoretically there’s a

50 percent chance of survival, right?

But obviously, it’s not that simple.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people dead without a single correct guess.

Catherine Carter was quick-witted, she immediately set her sights on Leonard Churchill.

At one glance, both knew that each other had seen through the Catastrophe’s ability to possess women.

But that was not all.

She analyzed: “From beginning to end, all of us have only seen the Catastrophe’s back. That is, it’s likely that only one person can see it at a time?

This might be its basic condition for killing.”

“Hmm.”

Leonard Churchill nodded in agreement. He was thinking the same thing.

Catherine Carter continued: “So, don’t look anywhere else. We need to ensure at least two other people are in our line of sight, which might avoid the monster s attention.”

Being in agreement with this, Leonard Churchill believed this to be the only way to avoid the monster’s attack currently.

Elder Clinton and Colin got the point as well.

The four stopped running around. They just watched each other, with widened eyes.

But then, another problem arose.

They couldn’t take their eyes off each other, making it hard to observe their surroundings.

Leonard Churchill, Elder Clinton, and Colin, who initially weren’t quick to react due to their awkward positions, were now even more constrained by their limited field of view, making movement near impossible.

Staying in one place might be safer.

The unusual behavior of the four attracted the attention of a few others who were still alive.

Until then, they still despised Dog King and saw no usefulness in the crass act. However, in reality, out of a group of twenty, only eight had survived.

And from this group of four, not a single one had died.

The fear of death had shattered all pride and a person couldn’t help but ask, “Hey, Old Dog, can this… method really hold off that Catastrophe?”

Although Elder Clinton looked distressed, he kindly replied: “It works against ordinary Evil Spirits, but… I’m not sure about this one.”

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the other four people soured.

But to survive, they disregarded their appearances and copied the posture, bending their waists.

Of the eight people, seven men stood pervertedly with their butts sticking out in the open.

The air was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

Since Catherine Carter was the only one standing upright.

Although she initially didn’t want to look, she had to stare because of the monster’s peculiar ability.

But then a miracle happened.

After fifteen minutes, the Catastrophe did not appear again.

The sensation of being on death’s door finally faded, and the others heaved a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, Leonard Churchill also stood up.

The hunters looked baffled, not understanding why he wasn’t afraid of dying.

But Leonard Churchill acted as though nothing was amiss and sat next to Catherine Carter.

As it turned out, the “Slit Mouth Woman” was not an ordinary Evil Spirit. Its way of choosing its target was when someone was out of others’ sight.

As long as someone was watching, everything was fine.

Apparently, Catherine Carter also guessed this and she remained silent.

The eight of them continued to watch and wait.

Two hours later, the creature still hadn’t shown up.

Noticing that Leonard Churchill and Catherine Carter didn’t adopt the posture and still hadn’t been targeted by the Catastrophe, the others finally grasped the idea.

One by one, they all stood upright.

The eight of them sat on the rubble-strewn streets, staring at each other.

Elder Clinton was the last to stand up, rubbing his aching back with a grimace, “Ah, my old back…”

Colin kindly massaged his grandfather’s back.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Now there was no immediate danger of dying.

But here comes the problem.

If the creature doesn’t die, they can’t leave the Catastrophe Domain.

Moreover, they need to keep an eye on each other. They can’t even doze off. As time passed, the previously diminished pressure of death once again overwhelmed everyone’s minds.

The team leader Old Christ looked at Elder Clinton and asked, “We can’t continue like this. Old Dog, have any of you come up with a plan?”

He noticed earlier that Leonard Churchill and his group respected Elder Clinton, thinking perhaps this old fellow was the backbone of the four. Though he held in contempt anyone who hid behind others out of fear, surviving was a skill itself. They might have some clever trick up their sleeves. Hearing this, Elder Clinton worn down, responded: “I don’t have any plan…” Hearing this, the expressions of the other hunters worsened.

Dying from confinement in a way was even more desperate than being killed by the monster.

They began to analyze the situation sporadically.

On the other side, Leonard Churchill wasn’t involved in this discussion.

He sat next to Catherine Carter, took out some food, and shared it with her.

Catherine Carter did not hesitate to accept the hand-torn bread and seemed to guess something, asking, “Did you come up with a solution?”

“Hmm. I have some idea.”

Leonard Churchill nodded and added, “Let’s eat something first.”

Saying this, he handed another piece of bread to the curious-looking Cohn beside him.

Colin, the youngest of the eight, was also dreaming of becoming a great swordsman..