Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

Does Moreau bend his limbs?

Kurt's little head was suddenly filled with doubts.

That reaction, which didn't seem to be fake, was noticed by Zi Po Nian.

I was deceived by that boy.

Zibonian thought about Moro's natural and calm reaction when he answered the question just now.

Thanks to her age, she was still deceived by a little guy.

It’s really…

Zi Po Nian shook his head slightly and laughed at himself.

At this time, Kurt stared at Zi Po Nian. Although he did not speak, the meaning of his inquiry was very obvious.

Zi Po Nian can only tell what happened before.

Yuyin next to him silently shrank into a corner.

She actually wanted to remind her grandmother to save her some face, but she didn't dare to speak.

And Zi Po Nian has always been straightforward in certain matters. Even if he could detect his granddaughter's little thoughts, he would not be able to cooperate.

Kurt listened quietly to Zi Po Nian's narration, a strange look slowly appeared in his eyes, and he inadvertently looked at Yu Yin twice.

Yuyin noticed Kurt's gaze and immediately lowered his head.

So embarrassing, ugh.

There was no reaction on Yuyin's face, but tears were already streaming down her face.

In the room, the only sound was Zi Po Nian's narration.

After a while.

Zipunian ended his story, and Kurt learned what happened when he was in a coma.

"I never taught Moreau how to play."

Kurt raised his head and looked at Zipanian, his deep purple eyes full of surprise.

I don't seem to understand why Moreau knows how to bend his limbs at all.

And according to Zipunian, although Moro's limbs have an obvious sense of unfamiliarity, they have been able to integrate into the rhythm of the battle, which is by no means an achievement in a short period of time.

Zi Po Nian raised his index finger and placed it across his chin, his eyes showing deep contemplation.

"Then has he seen your limbs?"

"have."

Kurt replied quickly.

Zi Po Nian narrowed his eyes and slowly put down his hand, roughly guessing the reason.

Once you have seen it with your own eyes, you can read all kinds of information on the technical level and then learn it on your own.

This kind of thing is indeed incredible to say.

But it's also the only possibility.

Yuyin looked at Zi Po Nian's reaction, as if he had guessed his grandmother's thoughts, and was shocked.

"Grandma, don't you think...that guy can master it on his own just after seeing Master Kurt's limbs?"

"What, is there a problem?"

Zi Po Nian glanced at his granddaughter lightly.

This encounter, thanks to Tomolo, made her see that her granddaughter still had many shortcomings, and she would definitely have to practice harder when she returned from this trip.

Yuyin shivered inexplicably, thinking it was the blood suppression effect triggered by her grandmother's glance.

"no problem."

She replied honestly.

Zi Po Nian said calmly: "Don't think that your 'surrounding' is the whole world. The world is very vast, and there is never a shortage of genius monsters. Things you think are absolutely impossible are not considered possible in the eyes of some genius monsters." Nothing."

Yuyin lowered his head and accepted the instruction honestly.

In fact, she wanted to refute it.

As long as she could remember, she had rarely left the Kedi Ke family.

He has to undergo various trainings every day, and the people he comes into contact with are basically all kinds of outstanding peers, as well as the masters of truly genius monsters.

From this point of view, the world is all around her.

certainly.

Come to think of it, she didn't dare speak loudly in front of her grandmother.

It was Yuyin who received the instruction, but Cote next to him also lowered his head, thinking of how much hardship he had to endure in order to practice the limbs, but Morrow only saw it once...

He learned it in such a short time without having to bleed and sweat like him.

Thinking about the past, no matter how tired I was, I could only grit my teeth and persevere, but it seemed that it was not worth mentioning in front of a real genius monster.

Kurt's heart is inevitably sour, and he has given up on his dream of stepping on Moreau in the future.

"You're already great, Curt."

While feeling sour and disappointed, what Moreau said suddenly flashed through Kurt's mind.

Liar.

Kurt clenched his fists subconsciously, but for some reason, he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

beside.

Zibonian noticed Kurt's loss, and wanted to comfort him out loud, but then he felt the subtle changes in Kurt's mood, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart at Kurt's strength.

Compared to -

Zi Po Nian glanced at Yu Yin without any trace and shook his head slightly.

"?"

Yuyin's radar suddenly activated, and he looked at his grandmother with some suspicion.

Is it an illusion?

I always feel like I was despised by my grandmother again just now.

Yuyin was a little depressed.

Zibonian looked at Kurt and said slowly: "Kote, after I go back, I will truthfully tell Xiba what I saw. I hope you can understand."

"..."

Kurt nodded silently.

Then as if he thought of something, Kurt raised his eyes and suddenly asked: "Zipunian, do you think Moro is great?"

"Um?"

Zi Po Nian was a little surprised as to why Kurt suddenly asked this.

However, after seeing Kurt's straight eyes, Zi Po Nian still thought about it seriously and immediately gave an answer.

"In terms of age, he is no worse than Master Yiermi."

"Yeah."

Curt lowered his head.

Not even uncomfortable.

——

On the long street in the early morning.

Moreau stopped under a streetlight.

On the street ahead, a fat middle-aged woman stood, her facial features almost squeezed together, and her eyes were only a slit.

This middle-aged woman was the doctor of the clinic.

"Informer, what's up?"

Moro put his hands in his pockets and looked at the fat woman calmly.

The fat woman's plump mouth turned to both sides and said, "What do you think? A good clinic is almost demolished by you."

She only talked about losses, not informing.

"So you are asking for compensation?"

"It's not easy to run a small business, please understand."

"Oh, go find Zibonian."

Moro threw down a sentence and left.

Hearing this, the fat woman slowly opened her eyes, and did not entangle more, just watching Moro leave.

After Moro walked away, she whistled towards the clinic and took out a recorder, which recorded Moro's words "Go find Zibonian".

These days, it's really not easy to make a little money.

The fat woman sighed in her heart.

Two days later.

Moro came to the pawnshop where he had deposited the Ruby Bird Knife.

The matter was settled. Before returning to the Sky Arena, he had to get the Ruby Bird Knife back first.

Pushing open the door of the pawnshop, Moro walked in.

There were only two counters inside and outside the store, and between the counters, like most pawnshops, there was a glass protected by a burglar bar, with only a small window reserved.

Moro quickly glanced at the environment in the store, and then saw the iron door on one side of the counter.

It was almost the same as Kurt's description.

Thinking of this, Moro went straight to the small window and said the word "tree hole" to the other side of the window as Kurt said.

Click.

There was a sound of unlocking from the iron door.

Moro immediately walked over, pushed open the iron door and walked in.

There was a corridor inside, and there was another iron door at the end.

Although it was the first time for Moro to come here, he had a general understanding of the environment and process from Kurt's description.

He walked straight to the iron door at the end of the corridor, pushed it open, and walked down a staircase to the basement.

The air was filled with a faint smell of candles.

The flickering candlelight shone from the end of the basement, giving a sense of being out of modern society.

Moro went all the way down to the basement, his eyes swept across the large number of cabinets placed against the wall, and finally looked at the old man wearing reading glasses behind a long wooden table.

"I'll get something."

Coming to the long table, Moro put the copper coin corresponding to the Red Jade Bird Knife on the table.

The old man slowly picked up the copper coin, and just by looking at the number on the copper coin, he retrieved the memory of Kurt coming to deposit the Red Jade Bird Knife in his mind.

Although it had nothing to do with the young man in front of him, the old man had no intention of asking, and turned to the cabinet.

Moro took the opportunity to observe the old man's aura.

"So stable, like sticky swamp mud."

Looking at the state of the old man's mind, Moro was secretly surprised.

Just one of the storage points of the Tree Hole Organization, there is such a powerful old man...

We really can't underestimate these organizations that have never appeared in the original perspective.

Including the intermediary organization called "Thousand Ears Society" when Kurapika went to find a job in the original work, I think the foundation is not bad.

Moro thought silently, and retracted his gaze at the right time to avoid being rude.

However, even if he retracted his gaze in time, the old man would have noticed it.

But the old man has experienced a lot of such "scrutiny" and doesn't care.

He took out the red jade bird knife from the cabinet, walked to the long table, and gently placed the red jade bird knife on the table, as if treating the most precious treasure in the world.

"Please inspect it."

The old man retracted his hand and looked at Moro.

Moro took back the red jade bird knife, drew the knife out of the sheath, and a ray of mind light overflowed from the sheath along with the crystal blade.

"No problem."

Moro sheathed the knife and put it on his waist, then took out two tree hole gold coins, a black envelope and a rolled map parchment, and gently placed them on the table.

"Please help me deposit these two things."

"..."

The old man looked at the map parchment and the black envelope in silence, and his eyes stayed on the eye-shaped ink pad on the black envelope for one or two seconds.

Moro noticed the old man's reaction and his eyes moved slightly.

Although he didn't think about the details of the Eye of Truth, the old man obviously knew something about the Eye of Truth.

In this way, he could ask a few questions.

The old man didn't know what Moro was thinking, so he put away the two tree hole gold coins, and then took out two copper coins from the drawer of the long table and pushed them in front of Moro.

Moro didn't take the copper coins at the first time, but suddenly asked: "Do you know the 'Eye of Truth'?"

"Wow."

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and looked at Moro calmly without speaking.

Moro said seriously: "You can regard my question as an intelligence transaction. In return, I will pay you a satisfactory reward."

"No need."

The old man shook his head and said lightly: "As an old man, I only know how to help people keep things."

"Can't you be flexible?"

Moro asked persistently.

The old man stopped talking, picked up the black envelope and map parchment, walked to the cabinet, and solemnly put the two things in it.

Seeing this, Moro had to give up, put away the copper coins, and turned away decisively.

When he reached the stairs, he heard the old man's light voice: "You will encounter a problem after you go out of this door, but that trouble has nothing to do with our tree hole."

After hearing the old man's words, Moreau turned back to look at the old man with doubts in his eyes.

The old man did not explain in detail, but instead said leisurely: "Behind the Eye of Truth are a group of whimsical lunatics. You opened the invitation and then chose to store it, which shows that you are not very interested in the invitation."

At this point, the old man paused, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"This is a very wise choice. Okay, that's all. I'll leave slowly without seeing you off."

"..."

Moreau raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw the old man's eyes hidden in the shadow of the candlelight. He hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped talking and walked up the stairs and left the basement.

"A trouble?"

Back in the corridor, Moreau thought about what the old man had said.

First talk about trouble, then clarify the relationship with trouble, and finally proactively provide information about the Eye of Truth.

Moreau roughly understood what the old man meant.

It's like I'm sending you a piece of information, but if you encounter any trouble after going out, don't blame it on the tree hole.

The question is, what trouble could it be?

Moreau secretly paid attention.

After leaving the pawn shop, Moreau's right hand casually clung to the handle of the red jade bird knife, and his eyes glanced at both sides of the street.

The street was quite deserted, with few pedestrians in sight.

Morrow walked slowly towards the car parked on the side of the road. He suddenly noticed a sharp gaze coming from behind, and the scene of the buildings behind him, including the pawn shop, quickly appeared in his mind.

In the alley to the right of the pawn shop.

Locating the position of his gaze as quickly as possible, Morrow did not hesitate to use the combination of "Starlight Convergence" and "Limb Flexion".

In an instant, the thought energy shattered into a river of stars and poured into the alley on the right side of the pawn shop.

At the same time, Moro was like a ghost, and he ducked away under the guidance of the starlight.

In the alley.

Menqi was frightened by the aura emanating from Moreau. He crossed his hands suddenly and pulled out two long and narrow kitchen knives from his waist.

She didn't have any malicious intentions at the beginning, she just habitually looked at Moreau who just came out of the pawn shop with the same eyes as food.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the poultry knife on Moreau's waist, the opponent actually attacked straight away with a terrifying aura.

Such a change did not give her any room to think, so she could only assume a parrying posture as quickly as possible.

The bright galactic energy rushed towards Menqi, filling the entire alley in an instant.

Moro's cold eyes swept over Menqi, he pulled out the red jade bird knife with his right hand, and stepped on a series of afterimages to come to Menqi.

Menqi's expression changed. The kitchen knife in his hand was filled with concentrated thoughts, and he blocked the red jade bird knife that was stabbing at Moreau.

However, at this moment——

The galaxy-like thought energy that filled the entire alley suddenly collapsed and disappeared.

However, Moro directly gave up the thought energy that maintained the starlight's convergence, at the expense of consuming part of the potential energy, in exchange for being able to wrap his body in the state of thought energy at a faster speed.

This is a faster speed than the ability to stow.

Later, taking advantage of the information read, Morrow allowed Menqi's kitchen knife to hit the afterimage of the ruby ​​poultry knife.

Menqi's pupils shrank sharply, but fortunately, another kitchen knife was used to defend in advance.

The only weakness was that her block failed just now, which caused her to be in an unbalanced state of mind control between offense and defense.

The next moment.

Morrow swung his knife at Menqi's kitchen knife for defense.

There was a clang.

The kitchen knife in Menqi's hand broke with the sound.

The flying half-severed blade was reflected in her eyes, and her heartbeat almost skipped a beat.

Moro's eyes were cold. He raised his left arm and hit the soft spot on Menqi's chest. He pushed Menqi to the alley wall. The tip of the red jade bird knife in his other hand was pressed against Menqi's neck.

Menqi looked at Morrow's eyes filled with the aura of death at close range, and his face turned pale.

She had no idea it would develop like this.