Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Germain stood in front of Izenabi, took out the same card from his black robe, and showed it to the examiner.

Izanabi only glanced at it to confirm that it was correct, and nodded: "Put it here and wait next to it."

"good."

The card was placed on the ground. Germain looked around and chose to sit under the big tree behind Izenabi, leaning against the trunk of the tree and resting.

Izanabi glanced at him sideways. Although his face was calm, he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Hisoka and Germain, at first glance, are different from the other candidates. They must be masters who have learned "Nian", and they are most likely people from the dark world.

Izenabi was careful in case Germain suddenly attacked from behind. Although the possibility was low, he had to be prepared for this attack.

After waiting for a while, a tall figure walked out of the mist, it was Hisoka.

He walked towards Izanaby, first glanced at Germain who seemed to be undefended and had his eyes closed, and then he shifted his gaze and stared at Izanaby.

Izanabi instinctively felt threatened, but insisted on looking into Hisoka's eyes, refusing to take a step back.

Hisoka smiled, his aura suddenly subsided, and he spread his hands: "Here are the cards for you."

He rubbed his fingers together, and like a magic trick, five cards appeared, and each card was covered with bloody fingerprints.

Izanabi was silent for a moment and then said: "A candidate only needs one card."

"Ah..." Hisoka pretended to realize it now, "I'm really sorry for them."

He let go of his hand, and the five cards fell to the ground with a "da, da, da" sound, which seemed to symbolize the end of five lives.

"Okay, just wait aside."

Izenabi would not accuse Hisoka of being murderous. After all, in the exam rules he had stated in advance, he was only not allowed to take action against the examiner, but not against other candidates.

Since it was not mentioned in advance, it was tacitly agreed.

Waiting until five o'clock in the afternoon, the fog in the cemetery did not dissipate at all, but became thicker and thicker, and everyone could hardly see each other clearly.

Because they were worried about changes, the candidates subconsciously moved closer to Izenabi.

Only Germain had been sitting under the big tree from the beginning and had not moved at all.

"The time limit has expired." Izenabi picked up the bag, stood up slowly, and looked around. The candidates all looked at him, "There were 143 candidates who passed the first exam out of the original 352. "

He put the cloth bag on his thick shoulders and walked towards the depths of the fog.

"Follow me, but don't get lost. If you get lost, it's considered a waiver of the exam, and if anything happens in the fog, I won't help you."

With Izenabi's reminder, the candidates all cheered up, stared at his back, and followed closely.

When everyone was more than ten meters away and their outlines were no longer visible, German got up and followed them slowly.

He likes to walk alone at the end, not because he likes loneliness, but because he likes silence. If the people around him are quiet people, he doesn't mind walking with them.

After walking for about an hour, that is, around six o'clock in the afternoon, a group of candidates finally walked out of the fog under the leadership of Izenabi, and unknowingly left the cemetery.

In front of us is a mountainous and wooded mountainous field. Wet fallen leaves are everywhere, and the noisy insects are heard among the densely intertwined branches.

Izenabi's clogs stepped on the muddy path, but there was no sign of difficulty in walking. On the contrary, those candidates always stopped after taking three steps to shake off the yellow mud stained on their shoes or trousers.

When night fell slowly and the incomplete moon rose in the far horizon, they saw a brightly lit mansion standing on the mountainside.

Izenabi stood in front of the gate of the mansion, turned around and looked at the candidates: "Then, my task ends here. You guys can rest here tonight, and tomorrow morning, we will start the next exam."

After he said these words, he left without any other explanation, leaving behind a group of candidates looking at each other.

After a while, the mansion was still silent. There was no sound from any living person, only the cold whistling of the evening wind.

Because it was so suspicious, the candidates were a little skeptical, worried that this might be the content of the second exam, and that the mansion was full of traps and the like.

Germain didn't have to worry so much. If there were traps, there would be traps. Just avoid them or take advantage of them. The most important thing now was that he was hungry and a little sleepy.

While the others hesitated, Germain was the first to step out of the crowd and through the open door.

Hisoka's lips curved into a smile, and he took a few steps slowly, but followed suit.

Did they just go in? Forget it, let them try to see if there is any danger in the mansion, right? The candidates were half confused and half surprised, quietly waiting for the follow-up.

After the two entered the mansion for a long time, no screams were heard. It seemed that there was no problem. The candidates were relieved and filed in.

More than a hundred candidates entered the mansion and saw Hisoka looking at the oil paintings on the wall.

But Germain entered a lobby where there were several rectangular tables filled with all kinds of delicacies, including chicken, fish, beef, bread, apples, oranges, cakes...

He sat at one of the tables, picked up a plate of fragrant steak, and placed it in front of him.

However, the moment he picked up the plate, there was an unusual sound from behind.

A flying knife shot out of the round hole that opened quietly and hit the back of his head.

As the candidates thought, there really was a trap in this mansion, and it was indeed the content of the second exam.

Izenabi only said "Start the next exam tomorrow morning", but did not say "Start the second exam".

Many candidates who arrived in the lobby couldn't help but exclaimed and gloated when they saw Germain triggering the trap so recklessly.

However, as if there were eyes in the back of his head, Germain turned his head to avoid the flying knife. The flying knife stabbed into a pillar not far away, shaking and buzzing.

For more than a month, Germain had to avoid various assassinations, so that his body almost formed a muscle memory, almost without slacking off.

Germain picked up the knife and fork next to him, and another flying knife was shot from above his head. This time, he didn't even dare to dodge, and the flying knife hit the dining table accurately.

This is a precise control of the distance, and at the same time, it is also an absolute confidence. Everyone can see the shiny beads of sweat on their faces.

Germain ate half of the steak and reached for the sandwich biscuits. Sure enough, he triggered the trap again, and another flying knife came...

In this way, under the stunned gazes of other candidates, Germain leisurely enjoyed a wonderful dinner, then slowly stood up and headed upstairs.

As if nothing happened.