Monster Hunter: I can accept monster quests!

Chapter 26 The Out-of-Control Dump Truck

The first time I used the rocket headbutt felt strange.

Chen Yan felt dizzy and lightheaded. He tried his best to keep his neck straight so that his face wouldn't hit the ground first. He clenched his fists and pressed them tightly against his chest to maintain his balance. The further forward he ran, the heavier his legs felt, but he still had to drag his legs and keep running.

It was like desperately trying to control an out-of-control dump truck.

In the eyes of the Floating Dragon, Chen Yan suddenly let out a strange cry similar to a steam whistle, and then lowered his head and rushed towards it. At first, he was like a human being, but after a few steps, he was no longer like a human being.

His increasingly wild movements were synchronized with a neighbor in the Floating Dragon's memory.

Its neighbor loved to headbutt dragons, and it had seen it send the unfortunate armored dragon flying into the air more than once.

But its neighbor is a 14-meter-long sand dragon with legs thicker than its waist!

The Floating Dragon couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely by Chen Yan.

Chen Yan felt as if he had crashed into a semi-soft wall made of asphalt. His entire head disappeared into the swollen fur of the Floating Sleeping Dragon, and his skull and neck made cracking sounds upon impact.

He felt like he'd been hit on the head, seeing stars and almost vomiting again.

But the pent-up energy that made every part of my body uncomfortable during the sprint finally found a release.

It's like an out-of-control dump truck hitting a speed bump.

The Floating Dragon let out a wail, a large dent in the swollen fur on its neck. The sudden pressure caused its eyes to bulge, its nostrils and mouth to open wide, and air to rush out of its throat and lungs.

Fortunately, Chen Yan's head wasn't pointed, otherwise it would have poked a big hole in its neck.

Chen Yan was in bad shape, but the Floating Dragon, which had taken the hit from the side, was in even worse shape.

Its balance was broken, and its flight attitude was completely out of control, causing it to crash heavily onto a nearby open space, and then bounce and tumble as it crashed into a sand dune.

Chen Yan held his neck with one hand and hoisted Harley onto his shoulder with the other. He wanted to whistle, but his throat hurt so much that he could barely breathe. Just as he was about to run off in a random direction, he suddenly heard Hua Miao's meow.

"Chen Yan, come quick! There's a pretty deep hole here! Let's hide for a bit!"

The Floating Dragon's hiccup-like roar continued for an entire night.

When Harley woke up after a long-awaited good night's sleep, she saw Chen Yan sleeping in a strange position with his neck wrapped around his, and Hua Miao saying, "I know he's not feeling well, but I just can't help but want to sleep on him."

Harley frowned. All she remembered was being enveloped by the milky white mist exhaled by the Sleeping Dragon. The mist smelled like gas, and as she smelled it, she felt dizzy. Then everything went black, and she had no further recollection.

"It's amazing that this monster has the ability to hypnotize people."

Harley took out her notebook and carefully recorded the appearance and characteristics of the Floating Sleeping Dragon. Just as she closed the notebook, she saw Chen Yan, his face full of pain, holding his neck and trying to get up.

"Although I don't know how I survived, I definitely want to thank you, and..."

Harley took out a small bottle of ointment from her pocket, carefully applied it to her hands, then walked behind Chen Yan, rubbed her hands together, and slowly used her elbow to pry open Chen Yan's hands that were supporting his neck.

"Bear with it."

While Chen Yan was not fully awake, she placed her hand, which was covered in black ointment, on his neck, which was clearly dislocated, and twisted it forcefully.

"ah!!!"

Chen Yan's wails echoed throughout the entire cave.

...

This is the second time she has delivered meals to Xia Long by herself.

Naomi took a deep breath, picked up the full plate, and walked step by step toward the dark log warehouse.

She walked forward step by step until she noticed that the plate had become lighter, at which point she stopped.

She still couldn't see Xialong, even though she had walked very close to Him.

The Chameleon ate quietly and slowly. Naomi adjusted her breathing and tried not to think too much about it, but she still couldn't figure out why Chen Yan could see or sense the Chameleon even when it was invisible.

She lowered her head slightly, trying her best not to meet Xia Long's gaze.

When delivering food to Him with Chen Yan, Xia Long's attention was mostly on Chen Yan, but she could still sneak a few glances at Xia Long.

Now she has to bear it all alone. Let alone peeking, just standing in front of Him makes her breathless with fear or dread that wells up from the bottom of her heart.

She was puzzled by her body's uncooperative behavior.

She clearly really liked this brooch made of dragon scales.

Little did she know that at that moment, Xia Long's two round eyes were fixed on her.

There was no threat whatsoever, but his body surface was unusually glowing with a dangerous red light, and deep within his tongue was brewing a mouthful of viscous venom.

The venom had an eerie, mottled color, and its toxicity was unimaginable.

He desperately wanted to dissolve the person in front of him, who was covered in the strong smell of Chen Yan, with a mouthful of poison.

Even though He had been very careful, never touching the feet and wings where Chen Yan had lain since he left, and carefully hiding them under His body, only letting Him smell them for a short while each day, the scent still slowly dissipated.

But when He remembered that Chen Yan had repeatedly told Him, with gestures and words, that He would be going out for a few days and that He would have someone with His scales deliver His food, He swallowed the deadly poison that He had in His mouth.

Completely unaware that she had just escaped death again, Naomi returned with an empty plate.

Judging from tonight's starry sky, tomorrow will be another good day.

Rather, the weather has been quite nice these past few days, so she airs out Chen Yan's blankets every day.

...

I must say, Harley's chiropractic skills are really good; my neck doesn't hurt anymore.

Chen Yan watched with curiosity as Harley painstakingly collected the pelts shed by the Floating Sleeping Dragon.

He thought that collecting traces of monsters was as simple as stepping on their footprints, smelling some of their shed hairs, and strolling around a few times, and the guide worms would remember them.

However, in practice it is far from that simple.

Harley had been squatting on this small clump of fur hanging on the dead branch for half a day, using tweezers and a wooden tube to pull out the finest hair from the pile. After soaking it in water and draining it, she put it into the insect guide tube behind her waist.

Harley looked at the worms tangled in her hair and patiently explained even though Chen Yan hadn't asked.

"While guide worms can effectively track and locate targets, they are also very fragile. If you let them smell the fur of a strange monster directly, it is very likely to frighten these little guys. Therefore, the separation and dilution steps are still very necessary."

"I see, I've learned something new."

Chen Yan echoed, and then added.

"Boss Harley, we've finished collecting the traces of the Floating Dragon. Shouldn't we go back to sleep for a bit?"

"To be honest, I think I was possessed by a ghost yesterday. I don't know if it was two ghosts or one ghost with four arms. Anyway, it was choking me and punching my stomach, and I didn't sleep well all night..."

Upon hearing this, Flower Cat quickly moved closer to Harley, pretending to be very interested in the guide bug.

"No."

Harley stood up and looked at the scattered guideflies.

"Let's go find the Floating Dragon."