Mo Shan frowned and said, “It must be the Rattan Armor mixed with fine iron…”
“Impossible,” the burly man shook his head, “If that were true, I’d eat my rattan armor.”
Some Monster Hunters approached Mo Shan, glanced at the rattan armor on Mo Shan’s body, and touched it to determine the material before saying to the burly man:
“You can start eating now, it’s rattan mixed with fine iron.”
The burly man said, “Bullshit! Isn’t my rattan armor also mixed with fine iron? Once a Monster Beast claws it, it turns into mere strips.”
The other Monster Hunters laughed and said, “The one you bought is probably a fake.”
“The thing you’ve got mixed in isn’t fine iron, it must be sand.”
“You’re the ones full of shit!” the burly man’s face turned beet red.
Mo Shan couldn’t help but chuckle as well.
But he, too, wanted to know why this set of rattan armor was so hard.
“Could it be that Huar has drawn some Formation inside?”
Mo Shan pondered in his mind.
After an hour, they finally reached the camp.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the burly man collapsed to the ground, took out Pills and swallowed one, then crushed a few more and sprinkled them on his wounds, and bandaged them up with cloth.
The burly man sighed, “I’ll have to bother Old Mr. Feng again when I get back.”
“Be content, if it weren’t for Mo Shan’s kick, you wouldn’t even have a life to bother Old Mr. Feng.”
Thinking back to the Kui Wood Wolf’s claws that glowed with a haunting green light, the burly man shuddered involuntarily.
If that claw had landed on his head, wouldn’t he have lost his life?
With that thought, the burly man felt a surge of gratitude and took out his Storage Bag and tossed it to Mo Shan:
“Old Mo, I’m buying you a drink.”
“Cut it out, are you inviting Mo Shan for a drink or do you want him to treat you to meat?”
The burly man kicked the Monster Hunter, “Just you talk rubbish! If you’re so capable, don’t eat!”
“Whether I eat or not is none of your damn business!”
The two started quarreling.
Mo Shan couldn’t help but shake his head.
Every time they went into the mountains, Liu Ruhua would have him bring some dry food and beef. He himself would eat better and could share some with the other Monster Hunters.
Mo Shan took out some beef and distributed it to everyone. He also shared several bottles of wine from the burly man’s Storage Bag.
The other Monster Hunters also took out their Storage Bags.
They had wild fruits, dry food, snacks, and also some other flavors of wine.
With food and drink, the campsite became lively.
Mo Shan ate a few slices of meat, took a sip of wine, took off the rattan armor, and, recalling something, couldn’t help but dismantle it to take a look.
The other Monster Hunters also crowded around to see.
“It’s a Formation!”
“What Formation?”
“How would I know?”
A Monster Hunter looked up at Mo Shan and asked, “What Formation?”
Mo Shan shook his head.
“Your son drew it, and you don’t know?”
“My son drew it, not me, how would I know?”
The burly man, both envious and jealous, said, “Before your son was born, did you worship some Immortal? I’ll also pay my respects, maybe my son can be as smart.”
“Forget it, you’re not even smart yourself, how can you expect your son to be smart?”
“How would I know if I don’t try?”
“This Formation, it’s not the Iron Armor Formation, is it?” a Monster Hunter suggested.
“Of course not, this is obviously way more complex.”
By the light of the camp, they looked at the Formation inside the rattan armor. The handwriting was intricate, the Pattern patterns esoteric, gleaming with a faint golden color, clearly no simple matter.
They gave the rattan armor another look. Not only was the Formation impressive, but the craftsmanship of the armor itself also showed a lot of care.
Thinking that this was a gift from Mo Shan’s son to him, everyone felt a little sour inside at that moment.
Just then, Mo Shan suddenly said, “Not good!”
The other Monster Hunters also tensed up, “What’s wrong?”
Mo Shan touched the rattan armor feeling somewhat heartbroken:
“It’s scratched.”
The group of Monster Hunters looked at him in silence, speechless for a long moment.