Chapter 295 Chen Hao's Trump Card_1

Lakebed.

At this moment, all was calm, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

The monster's eyes were tightly closed, its numerous black tentacles had also settled, as though enjoying a rare moment of rest in the afternoon, or perhaps digesting the recently consumed food in its belly.

Overall, everything seemed so cozy and harmonious.

Gurgle, gurgle…

A subtle noise emanated from the stomach of the monster, as if something was inside.

Indeed, there was something inside.

It was the same environment as before, surrounded by acidic gastric juices, seemingly intent on thoroughly corroding and digesting everything.

Chen Hao, just as before, was bound all over.

Acid dripped onto his body, emitting a sizzling sound and sending up wisps of painful white smoke.

Yet Chen Hao himself seemed to be sleeping, his eyes closed tight.

"…The Observer uses the eyes, and if the eyes shine brightly, they see all things; the Listener uses the ears…"