Hunter: I'm really not a necromancer

Chapter 23 Just Ordinary People

night.

On the bustling urban streets, there is a lot of traffic and a lot of lights.

On the top of the tall building, there was only the slightly cool night breeze and the gauzy hazy moonlight.

Hearing the disgusted female voice coming from behind, the man in a suit turned around. The melancholy on his face had long since disappeared with the night wind, replaced by a handsome smile.

The man has short black hair, regular eyebrows, and a friendly smile that he is deliberately pretending to be at this moment. He is just short of having a "pretty face" label on his forehead.

"Ken, your smile makes me sick."

Seeing the fake smile on the man's face, the woman who just walked out of the door did not hide her disgust at all.

The woman has wild wavy red hair, no makeup on her face, and wears a thin suspender belt and ultra-short hot pants. She doesn't mind at all that a large area of ​​her skin is exposed to the air.

To be more precise——

It's muscle.

The man whom the woman called Ken shrugged and said with a smile: "Sivir, you are not allowed to express your inner thoughts at will in many cases. This is the most basic social common sense."

"That's called hypocrisy."

Sivir snorted disdainfully.

Ken didn't argue. He waved his phone at Sivir twice and said with a smile, "Gen Bul has won a 'big prize'."

"Oh? Good news."

Sivir raised his eyebrows, strode to Ken's side, and asked, "So do we have to wait for him for this operation?"

"Of course you have to wait, multiple people, multiple guarantees."

Ken smiled and put away his cell phone, then took out a box of cigarettes, flipped the cigarette box upside down and took out a cigarette, holding it between his fingers, and said seriously: "What's more important is that the gambling money he 'advanced' this time is not much.

You shouldn’t have to wait too long.”

"Hey, I don't understand why Genbul has such a troublesome ability..."

Sivir put his hands on his hips, habitually complaining about Genbul's ability.

Ken lit the cigarette, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Genbul's luck is not bad this time. He won the first prize after just a few shakes. If he chooses to 'cash in the chips,' then the 'qi' made from the cash can be

Let him easily repay the advance gambling money, and at the same time, he can use the remaining 'qi' to punch you. This is the advantage of trouble."

"Knock it out with one punch? Who are you looking down on?"

Sivir turned his head and looked at Ken. His aura surged throughout his body, exuding a heavy sense of oppression. He looked like a beast about to devour flesh and blood.

Ken kept an elegant smile and suggested: "If you want to verify my statement, it's not too late to call Genbre and ask him not to choose 'cash what he wants' but to 'cash chips'."

"..."

Sivir said nothing when he heard this, and just stared at Ken fiercely.

Ken was not affected at all and smoked calmly.

After a while.

Sivir calmed down his aura and said coldly: "Unlike someone else, I will not affect the progress of the mission because of 'personal needs'."

"Yeah, very good."

Ken looked at Sivir with a smile.

Sivir's breezy appearance made Sivir's veins flutter.

"Crunch——"

The iron door on the roof was suddenly pushed open.

A young couple walked out of the iron gate clinging to each other. When they saw Ken and Sivir, they subconsciously stopped.

The young girl whispered: "There is someone here, let's change places."

"All right."

The young boy seemed a little reluctant, thinking that it would be difficult to find a place where he didn't have to spend money.

He took the girl's arm and was about to turn around and walk back to the iron gate.

"Pah chi——"

The moment he turned around, there was a sudden soft sound in his ears, and at the same time, a large amount of sticky substance was splashed on him.

"Eh?!"

The young boy looked blankly at the broken arm in his arms, as if he hadn't realized what had happened.

Immediately afterwards,

A fierce force struck him.

"Pah!"

The young boy's body suddenly exploded, turning into flesh and blood.

Next to the rooftop fence.

Ken put his palms against his forehead and looked helplessly at Sivir, who was photographing the young couple into pieces.

He thinks this behavior is really unnecessary.

As if he could extract information from the eyes that were looking at him, Sivir, standing in front of the iron gate, looked back at Ken and said in a bad tone: "What? Do you have any opinions?"

"No objection, I just think it's unnecessary and may cause trouble."

Ken raised his head slightly and blew out a puff of smoke.

"whispering sound."

Sivir strode towards the iron gate and left a sentence full of contempt.

"They are just two ordinary people who can be seen everywhere."

"..."

Ken watched Sivir leave and flicked the cigarette holder away with his finger.

"Although I don't agree with your behavior just now, your words... are the most reasonable ones tonight."

——

The next day, early morning.

Moyo wakes up on time driven by her biological clock.

Last night, I practiced boxing and kicking for two hours against the puppet wooden stake. Moyu didn't know if he had improved in terms of physical skills, but the pain was really painful...

Sharpening "pain tolerance" itself is a step-by-step process, and he feels that he is still a little eager to achieve success.

Fortunately, as long as the sperm hole is closed and the "absolute" state is reached, the "pain" accumulated during training will quickly fade away.

At least Moyu can endure it for now and is willing to persevere.

Otherwise, it would be funny if he fell to the ground and rolled around with his head in his arms because of a punch.

Moyu got up and took a quick shower, then went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Throw the blanched meat into the iron pot, add rice and enough water, then control the amount of firewood, and sweep with a broom.

Chiduo also woke up early and saw Moyu sweeping the floor. She said hello and took the initiative to help.

Adhering to the concept that visitors are guests, Moyou didn't want Qi Duo to help clean, but he couldn't resist Qi Duo's insistence, so he gave up.

With Chiduo's kind help, the time spent cleaning the temple actually became longer.

It’s not because Chiduo doesn’t know how to clean, but because Chiduo pursues cleanliness too much…

By the time the two of them finished cleaning, the meat porridge in the kitchen was almost ready.

Moyu added some salt to taste, then took out the pot of meat porridge.

"Won't you open the door?"

After eating the meat porridge prepared by Moyu, Chiduo looked at the closed temple door.

Moyu lowered his head to clean up the dishes and explained: "I'm not good at receiving tourists, so I usually choose to close the temple until Hawke comes back."

"But if someone comes, you will still open the door, right?"

Chiduo retracted her gaze from the door, turned to Moyou, and asked meaningfully.

She could guess why Moyu chose to close the temple. It might be partly because he was not good at receiving tourists, but it was mostly because he could practice meditation quietly.

"It depends."

Moyu replied casually and stood up with the bowl and chopsticks in hand.

As soon as he took a step, there was a knock on the door.

Chiduo leaned on her cheek, not at all surprised, as if she had known someone would knock on the door.

But Moyu just glanced at the door, ignored the knocking, and walked straight to the kitchen.

(End of chapter)