Hunter: I'm really not a necromancer

"Finally..."

In the quiet and dim room, Moyu lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, the soft light reflected in the dark hole.

There was a white light floating on his hand, which looked extremely unstable.

This white light is the life energy naturally lost from the human body, which can also be called "qi".

It is difficult for ordinary people to sense the existence of "qi", so they can only let the "qi" drain away naturally.

Sense "Qi", release "Qi", and retain "Qi".

This process is never easy.

Moyu crossed the river by feeling stones, and it took him nearly a year to barely control his "qi".

This stage represents that he has officially crossed the threshold called "Nian".

But compared to this meaningful first step, what made him even more happy was——

"The initial grasp of 'Tang' is as expected. The most important thing is...the soul is finally in tune."

Moyu took a long breath, and his mood suddenly became a little complicated. He whispered to himself: "It's been a year, time flies so fast..."

A year ago, he drove back to his hometown.

As a result, when passing through a high-speed tunnel, a large thick fog with extremely low visibility appeared in front of me.

At that time, his reaction was not slow, he braked lightly and turned on the fog lights at the same time.

But at the moment when he and the car plunged into the thick fog, his vision suddenly turned around. When he came back to his senses, his soul was already attached to the body named Moyu Isaac.

At the same time, there are all kinds of fragmented memories in my head.

Moyu was just confused and had no idea what was going on.

Moreover, these memory fragments in his head not only failed to allow him to quickly understand the current situation, but also caused him to suffer from various mental and physical problems in the future.

What was even more troublesome was that everything felt strange to him at first.

Fortunately, the original owner of the body seemed to be in a coma due to head trauma...

It also gave him a reason to lose his memory, so that he could slowly become familiar with the environment.

In the following year, Moyou stayed at home, studying, reading, and exercising while overcoming various physical problems.

Then through various books and digesting some memory fragments, I learned that I had traveled to a world of full-time hunters, and I began to try to sense the existence of "qi".

To this day, hard work has turned into results.

Now, he just feels relaxed and like he has been reborn.

"But it's not even close..."

Moyu concentrated on imagining wrapping the exposed life energy around his body.

After realizing that this was the world of a full-time hunter, his first thought was to learn to read.

This is a very important backing and guarantee for him, so he must better grasp this power.

In the dark room, a ball of white light floated, undulating like waves.

as time flows--

The undulating white light slowly became stable at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that Moyu has initially mastered "winding" and can wrap "qi" firmly around his body.

"It's going so fast."

Moyu looked down at the "qi" flowing smoothly on his body, and was quite surprised.

From undulating to smooth flowing, I thought this process would take a lot of time, but it ended up taking less than ten minutes.

Is it because the body's rejection reaction disappears that the cultivation efficiency is so high?

There is no way of knowing the answer.

Moyu did not dwell on this issue.

As the entangled state of "Qi" tends to be stable, the next goal is to make this state become instinctive.

To that extent, it is equivalent to wearing a layer of transparent armor that covers all directions and has no blind spots on your body at all times.

At the same time, keeping and wrapping the "qi" that should be lost around the body day and night is equivalent to suppressing the consumption of "life energy", so living a long life is not a problem at all.

Thinking of this, Moyu looked up at the night outside the window, and his heart was filled with motivation.

Now, it is time to embrace this new world.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Moyu's eyes were attracted by a wisp of foreign object at the edge of the window.

"That is……"

He looked intently.

The foreign object was a wisp of black air, floating above the window edge like catkins.

"The black energy is very weak."

Moyu stared at the wisp of black air.

He recognized at a glance that this black energy was the energy left over after human beings die. It could also be thought of as the thoughts, death energy, obsessions, spirits, and even resentments left over after death.

In this world, thoughts left after death are quite common.

However, the "thoughts" left behind by ordinary people after death are usually extremely weak, and their sense of existence is almost zero, and will not have any impact on reality.

Only the "thoughts" that have been poured out by "strong emotions" before death can have a certain degree of intensity and the power to influence phenomena.

However, the "thoughts" left behind by ordinary people after death, even if they are filled with strong emotions, usually cannot pose a threat to those with the ability to read.

What’s interesting is that in this world where anyone can learn to read in a step-by-step manner...

The vast majority of people with telekinesis abilities do not have the ability to eradicate "resentment", even if it poses no threat at all.

Only a small group of people with mind ability called "mind eradication masters" have the ability to eradicate "mind".

This wisp of pitch-black energy in front of me is exactly the thought dyed black by strong emotions.

It was always there, but Moyu couldn't see it before.

And Moyu can now open the "Jing Kong" and has mastered "Tang", so he can see the "resentment" that ordinary people cannot see with the help of the "Qi" gathered in his body.

"Why is there resentment in the temple? Could it be..."

Moyou raised his fingers to his chin, his eyes looking thoughtful.

The previous home was a monastery built on a mountain in a scenic spot. In addition, there was also a monk father who was not taboo with alcohol and meat.

What’s so special about the temple——

In addition to asking for lots and offering incense, and throwing coins into the life-giving pool in front of the main hall to make wishes, there is also the placement of relics.

It is one of the characteristics of this temple to place the deceased's relics on the altar together with his last wishes.

So.

This ray of resentment was probably derived from that pile of relics.

Moyou stood up, walked slowly to the window, and observed the black resentment up close.

The intensity is very weak, and there is a sense of déjà vu that will disappear at the touch of a button.

For ordinary people, he is basically no threat, let alone someone who has just entered the threshold of being able to read.

"Huh?"

Moyu lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the resentment.

He discovered that this ray of resentment was not a rootless duckweed, but was actually connected to a thinner black air thread at its bottom.

"Wire?"

Moyou narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously followed the black air threads to look out the window at the yard.

From his angle, he could see the courtyard paved with blue bricks in front of the main hall. In the center of the courtyard was a life-release pond that was about half the size of a basketball court.

It is said to be a life-release pond, but in fact there are no living things in it, only water and coins covering the entire bottom of the pond.

now.

Moyu's attention was firmly attracted by the release pool.

Under the moonlight, the calm water surface of the release pool was covered with black resentment as thick as a swamp, exuding a breathtaking aura.

Cold and irritable.

Full of extreme malice!

Just the moment he took this scene into his eyes, Moyu felt a great threat.

"Are you kidding..."

This scene that broke into his field of vision made Moyu's eyes widen.

A chill suddenly shot up from the spine of his back and spread all over his body in an instant.

Why is there such an astonishing amount of resentment accumulated in my ordinary temple?

This is definitely not something that can be spawned by a pile of relics!

With such intensity, an ordinary person would probably die on the spot if touched even slightly.

But he traveled back in time for a year and was completely unaware of the large group of resentment gathered in the release pond?

As well as those tourists who came to the temple to visit and offer incense, when they threw coins into the life-release pool to make wishes, nothing happened.

Many doubts quickly flashed through Moyu's head.

At the same time, due to the dangerous aura exuded by this group of resentment, Moyu quickly retreated, just wanting to stay away from this extremely dangerous group of resentment.

I don’t know if it was because Moyu’s gaze or retreating movements stimulated the resentment in the release pool, or whether it was because he was attracted by the “qi” on Moyu’s body.

The thick mass of resentment seemed to have become conscious. It quickly shrank its body and immediately flew towards Moyu.

The speed was extremely fast, flying over tens of meters in just one breath and arriving in front of Moyu.

Moyu suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. He only had time to release his energy to the maximum extent to form a defense, when he was hit by this group of resentment and lost consciousness on the spot.

But the black resentment did not continue to attack Moyu, but just floated quietly in mid-air.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the moonlight outside the window disappeared quietly, the night was like thick ink, and everything you looked at was filled with a sense of depression.

This small temple standing on the top of the mountain seems to hide some unknown secrets.

About three seconds passed.

The black resentment suspended in mid-air showed its attacking posture again.

But just as the black resentment pounced on Moyou, a circular hole suddenly expanded on the water surface of the release pool, like a sewer opening with a manhole cover lifted.

But in the middle of the circular hole, there was a red shiny arrow pointing straight ahead.

The moment this hole, which looked like a sewer mouth, appeared on the surface of the release pool, the black resentment that originally pounced on Moyu suddenly froze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be an invisible suction pulling the black resentment, pulling it toward the circular hole on the water surface of the release pool.

The black resentment struggled wildly, but to no avail.

However, within a few breaths, it was pulled into the hole by this suction force and disappeared without a trace.

As the black resentment disappeared, the circular hole suddenly shrank into a black dot and then disappeared out of thin air.

The room was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a while.

On the wall next to the window of the room, a small black spot with an edge exuding the luster of telekinesis first appeared, and then expanded into a circular black hole with a diameter of more than one meter.

In the middle of the hole, which was so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers, there was a green straight line mark floating in the middle.

Quietly, the green light on the straight mark became increasingly hazy.

Then two figures, one large and one small, emerged from the hazy green light.

The big figure is a bald middle-aged man with a full beard but no eyebrows.

This bald middle-aged man is surprisingly Moyu’s predecessor, Dad Hawke.

But the smaller figure is a rat that is about the size of a football and has a rather strange appearance.

This mouse has no nose or mouth on its face, and a pair of big, round eyes that take up almost half of its face. Its ears cannot be seen, with only a circle of mosquito-repellent incense-like lines.

There is a three-dimensional vertical mark on the mouse's forehead, and at the end of its long and pointed tail, there is an angry face expression made of "qi" the size of a baby's fist.

Hawke's whole body was shrouded in a bright light of telekinesis. After coming out of the green marked straight passage, he quickly came to Moyu's side.

And the strange-looking mouse followed closely behind Hawke, walking silently.

Hawke squatted down, checked Moyu's physical condition, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the injury was not serious.

"Moyu, you kid..."

Hawk stared at Moyu's face with strange eyes and murmured:

"You know nothing about 'nian', but you can awaken your mind on your own under the suppression of the 'divine word'... Is it a mistake? Or is it a gift?"

After a pause, Hawke sighed, a look of worry on his face.

"Before the 'cost' is completely resolved, it is not a good thing for you to awaken your 'mind'."

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The next morning.

The soft morning light passes through the window and fills the room.

Mo You suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed like a reflex.

Without any hesitation, he immediately maintained the "tangled" state, immediately jumped out of bed and leaned against the window, carefully looking towards the release pool.

The courtyard is filled with mist, and the morning light shines through it, making it look like a dream.

The mass of resentment I saw last night was gone now.

"No more..."

Moyu frowned and whispered to himself: "Is this a dream?"

He raised his hands and pressed his chest.

The moment I was attacked last night, the severe pain felt so real.

If you are really hit by that level of resentment, it is impossible that nothing will happen.

But--

The body is indeed intact.

"Maybe I'm too tired."

Moyu shook his head slightly, blaming last night's experience on a nightmare, and then walked to the bathroom.

Crash--

Open the faucet and water pours out.

Moyu took some water and wiped his face, then looked in the mirror.

The slightly water-stained mirror reflected a young face with fair complexion and delicate facial features.

13 years old.

This is the age of his body.

Although he is a bit younger, he is very good-looking.

Moyu also had a good-looking face in his previous life, so he was pursued by many girls in his life.

But compared with his current appearance, there is still a big gap.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror for a while, I always suspect that I am not Hawke's biological child.

Just as Moyu was sighing, a voice sounded in his head without warning——

"Because your appearance is particularly outstanding, and I am very satisfied with it, your number of mind-erasing times +1."

"???"

Moyu was stunned.