Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

Nian is a skill that anyone can master, and it is hidden in everyone.

However, most people in the world are not aware of the existence of Nian.

Despite this, some people who have made great contributions in their respective fields can also use Nian without knowing it.

This seems to be a manifestation of extreme concentration, or a strong emotion poured into exquisite skills...

So any object created by hand may be endowed with Nian by the creators.

Moro calls such objects Nianwu.

The remaining Qi on Nianwu is mostly very weak, and can only be seen clearly by "condensation".

But the magical thing is -

It is obviously such a weak Qi, but it can withstand the erosion of time and last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Even if the person who releases the Qi has been erased by time, even if the carrier has been decayed, it still exists.

They are like the natural enemy of time, which is shocking.

Moro stroked the sheath of the samurai sword.

Senluo is the name of this sword.

Among the objects of thought he had come into contact with, Sen Luo's mental energy intensity could be ranked in the top three.

Even without condensation, the fluctuation of mental energy could be seen intuitively.

If he had not known the ins and outs of Sen Luo from his peers before his rebirth, he would not have been able to retain this opportunity at a super low price.

If I remember correctly, the final transaction price of Sen Luo was as high as 1.26 billion Jie Ni.

If it were not for the fact that Sen Luo was involved in a murder case, which doubled the difficulty of selling, it should have been sold at a higher price.

Moro did not try to absorb the mental energy at the first time, and stuffed Sen Luo back into the black cloth.

The masked man roughly confirmed the authenticity of the banknotes, and then did not count them, directly closed the suitcase, and looked at Moro in front of him.

"Is it okay?"

He carried the suitcase and glanced around with the corner of his eyes while talking, and put his other hand behind his back.

Moro saw the masked man's actions, but did not care.

Because Sen Luo's origin was originally on the red line, the masked man would be paranoid.

Moro nodded, indicating that it was okay.

"Okay."

The masked man faced Moro, took a few steps back, and turned directly into the intersection.

Moro looked over and heard the hurried footsteps gradually fading away. He thought that the masked man was worried about the accident, so he ran away from the scene.

The masked man's thief-like behavior and his reaction of being paranoid were normal in Moro's opinion.

This is the characteristic of Youkexin City.

Although opportunities are everywhere, they are also accompanied by various human malice.

The footsteps soon faded away, and Moro carried Sen Luo and left from another direction.

Back to the hotel where he stayed, Moro untied the black cloth wrapped around Sen Luo.

Sen Luo's scabbard is red and white stripes intertwined, the handle and guard are grayish white, and the overall sense of age can be vaguely seen.

Moro lifted the guard with his thumb.

As the blade was unsheathed, the smoke-like mind cloud surged out, and then quickly dispersed, flowing to every corner of the knife.

The blade was clear and bright, reflecting Moro's face.

But this was an unsharpened samurai sword.

As a miscellaneous appraiser, Moro admired the blade and then slowly sheathed it.

Unsharpened, not stained with blood.

However, the blade was attached with a very obvious sense of mind.

It was hard to imagine how much emotion the person who forged this sword had poured into it at that time.

Moro stared at the sheathed Sen Luo, and with a thought, he tried to absorb the mind attached to Sen Luo.

Suddenly, the mind rushed to Moro's right hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the mind was completely absorbed by the annual ring.

Moro looked down at the back of his hand holding the sword, and saw a small green energy bar in the second ring of the annual ring.

Judging from the length of the energy bar, it was about 3~4%.

In the past, to absorb this level of energy, about five or six mind objects were needed.

It can be seen from this that Sen Luo's mental strength is indeed outstanding, and it is worth his special trip to intercept it.

"The function of the annual ring to absorb mental energy is still there, but..."

Moro let go of Sen Luo, and raised his hand to his face, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After the first ring of annual rings was full, he was able to temporarily get rid of death, return to the original starting point, and load some relevant information into his consciousness.

But that information is limited to the first ring of annual rings, and does not reveal the information of other annual rings.

So until now, after absorbing Sen Luo's mental energy, it is really confirmed that the function of the annual ring to absorb mental energy is still there.

So he can't be sure...

After the second ring of annual rings is full of energy, will it give him another chance to die and be reborn?

Moro lowered his hand and shook his head slightly.

Compared with the annual ring charging, which is still full of unknowns, other goals are still higher priority.

However, as long as Sen Luo can be sold smoothly, he can accumulate funds while constantly collecting various mental objects.

In this way, the efficiency of annual ring charging can be increased.

Thinking of this, Moro began to think about taking action against Sen Luo.

At present, he only knew that Sen Luo was involved in a murder case, and that after a period of silence, the transaction price suddenly broke out as high as 1.2 billion.

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And he had no idea what kind of waves there were in this process.

What he could be sure of was that taking action would inevitably be accompanied by risks.

Moro knew this, but he would not be too conservative.

The bold will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation.

If you want to get rich returns, you must face equal risks.

Having worked in the antique and miscellaneous industry for more than half a year, he understands this principle best.

"Hmm?"

Moro suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.

At the same time.

In the corridor outside the door, two sturdy men came over against the wall.

They stood quietly on both sides of the door, first looking at each other, and then looking at the door at the same time.

………………

A brightly lit kitchen.

Where the lights gathered, a boy lay naked on the kitchen counter.

Next to him stood a handsome man in a white suit.

The man held a scalpel and cut open the boy's chest with a focused expression.

As the blood vessels in the skin burst, the blood under pressure spurted towards the handsome man.

In an instant, the man's white suit was stained with a large patch of blood red, which looked extremely dazzling.

If Moro were here, he should be able to recognize that the boy on the kitchen counter was one of the piglets who were locked in the cage of the truck with him.

The man in the suit suddenly stopped and asked, "How many are left?"

"One."

Not far away, there was a group of people watching, and one of them answered the man in the suit's question.

The man in the suit looked up and asked, "No. 11?"

"Yes."

The man bowed slightly, with a respectful look.

The man in the suit narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "If you can't get it back, just commit suicide."

"Understood."

The man responded calmly, as if he didn't worry about his own life.

………………

Hotel room.

A corpse was lying on the ground next to the door.

Corresponding to it, there was another sturdy man who was still alive next to the sofa in the living room.

Moro half-squatted and looked at the bloody man, playing with the pistol he had just seized.

"A bloodhound, right... It came as soon as it smelled the smell."

After a pause, a hint of coldness flashed across Moro's eyes.

"It just so happens that I need your help with something."

"!!!"

Hearing the coldness in Morrow's tone, the sturdy man immediately showed fear in his eyes.