Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

In the passage.

Hisoka looked at the tall figure following the sound.

Black hair over the shoulders, frighteningly white skin, a pair of dark eyes revealing a dead and empty feeling, giving people the feeling that he was wearing a mask.

"Hmm~"

After seeing the appearance of the person, Hisoka said calmly: "So sad, you asked me where I was two days ago, and I thought you wanted to reminisce with me."

"Don't worry, I won't do such a boring thing."

The person who came was Ilmi from the Zoldyck family.

Kurt accepted the commission to find Moro, and the other commission to assassinate Hisoka was accepted by him.

"I called to ask you where you are just to save time looking for you."

Ilmi shook the mobile phone in his hand, then put it in his pocket, and then took out a round bead-shaped needle from his clothes and clamped it between his slender fingers.

A stream of mind energy emerged from him, and as it gradually surged, it was easy to sense the hidden murderous intent in it, which also showed that what he said was true.

Although he could sense Ilmi's undisguised killing intent, Hisoka still did not react, but felt a sense of loneliness like a sage mode.

"Ilmi, how can I dispel your killing intent (commission)?"

"No, I have to be responsible for the client."

Ilmi had a blank expression on his face, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Hisoka drooped his eyelids, leaned sideways, and leaned against the wall, saying seriously: "Add money."

"Okay, I agree, after all, we are 'acquaintances'."

Ilmi slowly restrained his killing intent and inserted the bead needle back into his clothes.

Compared with his majestic father and tolerant grandfather at home, he does not have too strong professional ethics.

As long as the condition of "paying" can be met, he will decide whether to do something according to the situation.

In terms of avoiding harming innocent people as much as possible, he will not follow this unspoken rule like his father and grandfather.

Who made him a self-willed operation system?

Tilting his head slightly to look at Hisoka leaning against the wall opposite, Ilmi suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "But do you have enough money? I remember that some time ago, you spent all your money to find someone."

"Oh."

Hisoka opened his eyelids and exclaimed in surprise.

The passage suddenly fell into a brief silence, and the two looked at each other in silence.

After a moment, Hisoka said lightly, "Can I owe it first?"

"..."

Ilmi pulled out the bead needle pinned on his clothes again.

——

The flying scraps of paper are inconspicuous, but they can guide Kurt in the direction.

As long as the activation conditions are met...

Kurt can use his ability to locate the specific location of the target. Before that, even if there is no intersection between them, it will not affect the positioning effect.

So he was not worried about losing it, so he just hung from a distance.

He followed until the sunset and the lights came on, and he walked into a dim alley.

Sewage was flowing on the ground, worthless debris was piled up against the wall, and above it were a mess of wires, hanging randomly in the air.

The unpleasant smell and the sewage that might wet his white socks...

These environmental factors made Kurt frown.

But he did not hesitate in his steps forward.

"Discovered, or...?"

With his clogs stepping on the sewage, Kurt looked into the dark alley in front of him, thinking in his heart.

He had always kept a long enough distance and was confident that he would not be discovered by Morrow.

However, Morrow's sudden entry into such a place inevitably made him have reverie and had to consider the possibility that he had been discovered.

"Can't be sure."

The distance made it difficult for Kurt to determine.

If he could monitor Morrow's information through eavesdropping, he wouldn't have to guess here.

"My ability is not mature enough, forget it, let's deal with the things behind me first..."

Kurt said to himself in his heart.

He walked past the debris on the wall, and then stopped in the alley that had become somewhat spacious, and turned to look at the alley entrance.

There was an old light bulb hanging on the wall, and the weak light fell on Kurt, flickering.

At the alley entrance, someone appeared, thus blocking some of the light.

——

Tap.

His feet fell into the sewage, splashing a small splash of water.

Morrow let the sewage wet his trouser legs and walked in the quiet and dim alley.

On both sides of the alley, on the walls covered with a layer of black and gray, you can occasionally see a few hanging light bulbs, providing a faint light in the dark corners under this bustling city.

In the corners where trash cans or debris are placed, you can also see skinny and gloomy drug addicts at any time.

They followed the footsteps and looked at Morrow. After seeing Morrow's bright clothes, a touch of greed and murderous intent flashed in their deep eye sockets.

However, as Moreau approached, they inexplicably felt a chill that penetrated their souls. The greed and murderous intent in their eyes suddenly faded like a tide, replaced by panic and fear.

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They all lowered their heads and let Moreau walk through the dirty and narrow alleys and go deeper.

Moreau walked all the way to a cross alley, then stopped, turned his back to the way he came, and said calmly: "Let's go here, what do you think?"

After a short silence.

There were subtle footsteps in the alley behind Moreau.

A man walked out of a dark corner, looked at Moreau's back with a bad look, and asked: "When did you notice it?"

Moro said nothing and turned around to examine the person.

He had a slender figure, his eyebrows and eyes were a little sinister, and his nose and lips were missing a corner.

"Lv. 18 or so..."

His attention shifted to the other person's mind energy, and Moro made a judgment in his heart, inevitably a little disappointed.

"Materialization system, and he is still an amateur."

His eyes swept across the more mind energy that unconsciously gathered on the other person's left hand, and Moro deduced the other person's mind system.

And this face...

I should have seen it these two days, in the auction market.

"Are you in the same industry?"

Moro thought to himself.

When he noticed that he was being followed, he thought it was a subordinate sent by the menu organization, but it turned out to be a mind ability user who was picking up bargains in the auction market like him.

It's just that he picked up bargains to absorb mind energy, while the other person picked up bargains to make a profit from the price difference of the item itself.

In fact, many things like antiques and miscellaneous items have value even if they don't have mind energy attached.

And antiques with mind energy are not necessarily valuable.

Some counterfeit masters, because of their superb skills, sometimes unconsciously leave aura on the counterfeit.

However, most antiques with aura attached are genuine.

Therefore, even a Nen user who knows nothing about the antique industry can make a profit by observing the aura.

The man who followed Moro is a Nen user who specializes in this method to make money.

As for why the visitor is not kind...

It's very simple, it's nothing more than Moro touching his cake.

Many times, human nature is so straightforward.

Moro was disappointed.

On the one hand, he thought the person who came was from the Menu Organization, but unfortunately he was not, otherwise he could continue to remove the minions of the Menu Organization.

On the other hand, the other party was too weak, and it was estimated that there would be no experience gain.

The thin man didn't know what Moro was thinking. Seeing Moro's undisguised disappointment at this time, coupled with Moro's silence, he couldn't help but become more fierce.