[Hunter] Fraud Magician

Those innocent children have completely different things written in their eyes.

I smiled and watched Kuroro stop in front of a door, and knocked on the brass ring on the door.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and an ugly head poked out.

It was a shriveled old man, his withered face was covered with wrinkles, his goldfish-like eyes protruded as if they were about to fall out, and his yellowed teeth were exposed when he opened his mouth to smile.There is no accidental association with witches and the like.

The three of them entered in a file, and the door closed with a "bang". I looked at the low house in front of me, hesitated a little, and went straight through the wall.

The room was as dark and gloomy as I believed it to be. The old woman walked up the wooden ladder with a lamp, and Kuroro and the others followed behind.

Upstairs was much brighter, a small window that opened outward let in soft light, and it was shining on the half-sitting woman on the bed.

Although she was sick and weak, she could still see that she was an extremely beautiful woman.A silver braid hangs aside, and he smiled slightly when he saw the three children.

"Kurolo, are you here?" the woman said to Kurolo gently.

Kuroro stared at the woman, and asked the old woman who was putting out the oil lamp, "I heard that Sophia and the child can only live as one."

"Yes!" The old woman replied slowly, her voice was as hoarse and dark as an old radio, "It doesn't look like anything now, when the child comes out of the placenta, it will definitely exhaust Sophia's energy. With the support of strong thoughts, it can still survive, but it is no different from a dead person."

After saying this, those protruding eyeballs stared straight at me for a moment, and when I thought she had discovered my existence, she slowly looked away, like an illusion.

"It will be fine!" Sophia muttered silently.

"It will be fine!" The old woman's strange eyes met me again, and her fingertips moved.

There was a burst of dizziness in my head, and there was another heartbeat-like sound next to my ear.

"Plop...plop...plop..."

I fell heavily to the ground, plunged into darkness...

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☆, Hisoka's Confessions ([-])

There are many unfortunate things in the world, such as finally peeling off the cocoon, only to find that I have no wings, such as not picking ripe fruits in time and festering.Well, maybe this metaphor is not very appropriate, but it is not a good feeling that something that was at your fingertips suddenly becomes a luxury.

I can't remember my mother's face when she hugged me and hum the song, and I can't remember the last time my father smiled at me.The memory automatically left a blank, and nothing worthy of nostalgia could be added.

Because the mother left, took away all the love of the father, and also took away all the illusions that had been maintained for many years.

It turned out that my father already had another home outside. It turned out that I could only be my father's nightmare. Every time I saw me, I could only think of my dead mother.

When the woman who became my stepmother strode into my field arrogantly, her eyes were far from the tenderness of my mother, but she was red lips, vermilion, enchanting and beautiful.She stared at me, her eyes seemed to dominate everything.I just lowered my head in a hurry, lowered my eyebrows and clasped my hands tightly.

I was panicking. At that moment, I was thinking, it would be great if I could grab her neck and strangle her to death.

It was as if there was a trapped animal in my heart, trying to struggle out again and again.That's not right, I tell myself, no... maybe... not yet.

I began to force myself to repeat an activity, building a stack of playing cards one by one into a pyramid shape, destroying them, and building them again.Again and again until peace is restored.

That night, I dreamed of my mother's face smiling softly at me.After waking up from the dream, I lost my temper with myself, and couldn't help but want to cry, or rush out, and do something to vent my anger.

But in the end, I endured it, took the playing cards, and told myself over and over again that my mother would be unhappy if I did it, so I could only repeat that meaningless project over and over again.

Maybe it's not meaningless, because when I inadvertently raised my eyes, I bumped into a pair of eyes.

It was a very good-looking person, or it could not be regarded as a person, because Chiba at that time was just a ghost without a host.

However, what I remember the most and what I always remember is the thing in those eyes, which is concealed, lonely, and so sad that I want to cry but can't cry, so similar to me.I always remember those eyes, because the person who claimed to be a liar rarely showed his own eyes after this.

At that time, my reaction was not very calm, but anyone who suddenly appeared in front of me would take a step back subconsciously like me, and vigilantly picked up the only poker that could be used as a weapon.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The man changed his expression of interest, and looked at me with an uncontrollable smile: "If I were you, I would first see if the other party has any malicious intentions before making a move."

"Shouldn't it be to subdue the opponent first, and then see if there is any malicious intent?" The teacher in the martial arts class has always taught me this way.

"Then why don't you subdue me first?" The man childishly stretched out his shapeless hand to poke the poker pyramid I was about to build.

"Because you don't have a specific form! I can't fight!" I looked at him with a confused expression, which made him laugh out loud.

The man smiled without any scruples and looked very nice, but I kept wondering if it was my childish response when we first met that made him still treat me as a child even after a long, long time: Never get angry with me, With a look of connivance, it seems that I am making trouble for no reason, what's more, I ignore that my shoulders can already carry everything for him.

When the footsteps of "crack, cluck" sounded in the corridor, I hurriedly wanted to cover the smiling mouth of the man, but an accident happened unexpectedly.

I just remember a white light in front of my eyes, and then I appeared in a vastness.The endless white, almost nothing.I panicked, and slowly, a phantom like a TV screen appeared in front of me, and I saw the woman in red walking in.

"A... Auntie!" I shouted unconsciously, why did I seem to be looking at people through a dream, and who controlled my body.Could it be...

While panicking, I felt myself sitting down, picked up the playing cards, and continued the unfinished pyramid.

I tilted my head slightly suspiciously, watching someone use my body and voice to deal with that woman.Is... that ghost?

For someone to replace me, I don't feel repelled, on the contrary, I feel relieved.Seeing that Mr. Ghost's tone seemed to be bad, I kindly reminded: "You, you can't talk to auntie like this, she, she will punish me."

Then he heard a voice coming from the void: "It turns out that Hisoka was a coward when he was a child! I didn't expect it!"

My face turned red, and I retorted without thinking: "I'm not a coward!"

Mr. Ghost seemed to be startled, and then his impatient voice came from the void: "Shut up! We will communicate later, and I will return your body."

Well, there is no rush for this.However, I felt that Mr. Ghost was not in the mood to chat with me yet, so I had to lie down in the vastness and look at him carefully.

The woman sent me, Mr. Ghost, to attend combat training.The grandpa housekeeper said that all the children of the Moreau family would be able to learn martial arts, so the woman called all his sons.

The master who taught fighting training was that old man who loves to drink. I don't know how powerful he is, I only know that my father respects him very much, and I know that he neither likes that woman's child nor me.

That woman's children are actually not very good at martial arts. How could a few children who are new to the school be able to beat me.But I don't want to make a move, and I don't know what's the point of making a move.If father likes them, if father hates me...

"Hey, watch carefully!"

Mr. Ghost's laughing voice came from the void.

Then, I saw that person with his hands in his trouser pockets, unhurriedly turning sideways, and kicking.Without any unnecessary movements, he simply solved the person in front of him.

I looked at it in surprise, but I couldn't help but squinted my eyes, feeling a little warm: For the first time, someone fought for me.

Mr. Ghost also had an evil smile on his face, playing with another playing card of the Great Ghost King in his hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Magicians are omnipotent!" The eyes are a bit bad.

A magician is omnipotent.

Through the mist, I saw the confident smile on the face that belonged to me, and I believed it a little bit.

After dinner, Mr. Ghost asked the housekeeper for some sugar. Seeing the surprised expression on the housekeeper's face, I thought I should tell him about it.

"My body is not suitable for eating sugar." I am allergic to sugar, so from birth, I can only stay away from these sweet and greasy things.There used to be no candies at home until that woman brought those so-called "brothers" with her.

"Then take your body back! Little Hisoka!" Mr. Ghost said embarrassingly.

"I think so too!" I muttered angrily, but, like now, even though I can only communicate with Mr. Ghost, it doesn't seem too bad.

"I don't like your body! So you'd better find a way to get it back!" Mr. Ghost laughed.

do not like?

"Is it because my body is too small?" I was confused.

"No!" I saw Mr. Ghost rolled his eyes, "It's too weak! This world is not suitable for the weak to survive."

I am not weak!

I wanted to refute, but found that there was no way to refute.Too weak, so there is no way to drive that woman out of here.Too weak, so I can't resolve the relationship with my father.What he said was actually true.

I stared gloomily at Mr. Ghost who had finished eating candy, and then saw that he was wrapped in a quilt and was about to fall asleep.

"You, you haven't brushed your teeth yet!" I reminded in a low voice, "If you don't brush your teeth after eating sweets, it will cause tooth decay, hey..."

But he wasn't listening, and had slowly fallen asleep.

Mr. Ghost is very quiet, but his brows are always slightly frowned, as if there is something unhappy that cannot be resolved.I looked at him as if I was lying on the clouds. It was clearly my eyebrows and my body, but I could easily find that this was a completely different person from me.

It was the first time for me to sleep peacefully in such a white environment, but I also slowly and rarely fell asleep peacefully.It's rare that I didn't dream of my mother, as if I knew someone would protect me.

When I woke up, I saw that it was dawn, and Mr. Ghost was sitting on the big apple tree in front of the house.I heard that this apple tree was picked by my mother when I was a child, and it has been growing until now.

I saw Mr. Ghost giggling while drinking milk, rubbing his eyes curiously and asking, "What are you laughing at?"

"Let me sing a song for you!" He cleared his throat and laughed.

Sing?I stared at him curiously.

"Under the big apple tree.

I found you yo.

Although I want to play with you.

But you are still just a little apple.

basking in the sun.

Be a great apple!

So good, so good, such a good boy.

As soon as it turns red, I will pick you off immediately.

Wait a little longer.

Have we become good friends?

Hehehe...I really want to praise you well.

What kind of compliment do you want?

Hehehe...it seems too early to play poker.

Let me take another good look at you.

Ah - what a look.

So good, so good, such a good boy.

Come into my hand now.

I've been waiting for you until then! "

Rourou's voice, like mine, but not like it, with a little bit of a bad laugh when singing, a bit evil, a bit...  

He said, this is a song written for Hisoka.Regardless of whether that Hisoka is me or someone else, I always feel that this song is more like——

"Are you lonely?" I asked.

Seeing him stop and almost fall from the tree, I was also startled.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" He said a little annoyed, "You little brat, do you know what loneliness is?"

Although I don't know, but I am familiar with that expression, a person doing his own thing alone, with no audience and no one to love.

It was the first time someone bit an apple and said, "Hey, Little Hisoka, from today onwards, I will be your teacher! I will teach you how to become a qualified magician!" Someone told me how to become a qualified magician.

Mr. Ghost said that the most important factor is "disguise". Things that cannot be seen through and touched are more frightening and awe-inspiring.

He stood in front of the mirror, showing a half-curved smile.Although it was my own body, I could clearly discern that it was another person, a... powerful, mysterious person who could not be visited by anyone.

I imitated his appearance in the void, raised the corners of my lips fifteen degrees, and revealed a so-called standard and strange smile.Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Mr. Ghost, thinking, no matter what, it's impossible to look like him!He is him and I am me.

What Mr. Ghost taught is very strange. He didn't teach me how to fight, but taught me how to deal with people and how to look at all kinds of beings with a cold eye.It doesn't matter if I understand it or not, I just say it blindly.

There are many things that I didn't understand at the time, which will be confirmed one by one in my later life.

I am very satisfied to be accompanied by someone, but the person who is obviously occupying my body has a sad look on his face, because too much sugar has caused my body to have a little erythema.Some annoyed me and said, "You'd better find a way to get your body back!"

I cautiously reminded: "Eating sugar is bad for teeth and health!"

"I'll die without sugar!" roared Mr. Ghost.

I hurriedly covered my ears and blinked.Thinking that I must get rid of Mr. Ghost's problem in the future, otherwise my body won't be able to withstand the years of sugar.

Mr. Ghost was in a bad mood, I watched him go out with some depression, met my younger brother Kajia, and then patted Kajia's head kindly.Then it was decided to go outside.

I had no choice but to provide a route, and directed Mr. Ghost to take my body over the city wall and stroll to the outside world.

Originally thought that Mr. Ghost was just planning to relax, but went to the tavern in the market to buy wine.He casually pointed to the wine and said that it was his father who asked him to buy it, and then pointed to a passerby who looked strong and told the gangster who stopped us that it was his father.

It was only then that I realized that Mr. Ghost would not even blink his eyes if he wanted to deceive someone.

According to the gangster, the half-way dad who was pointed at casually is above the [-]th floor of the Sky Arena.What is Sky Arena?Is it great?

"A paradise for fighters, a hotbed of violence." Mr. Ghost explained with a smile, "The Sky Arena has 251 floors and a height of 991 meters. It is the fourth tallest building in the world. The tower is full of fighting arenas. Up to the 200th floor, the Sky Arena is divided into ten floors, and only those who win can advance to the next floor."

"So the 100th floor isn't very powerful, is it?" I asked.

"It's not very powerful!" Mr. Ghost smiled mischievously, "But with your current ability, it's far behind. By the way, little Hisoka, how old are you this year?"

"...Five years old!" I didn't know why he suddenly asked this, so I replied.

"Oh!" I thought of someone thoughtfully, "Qi Ya seems to have reached the 99th floor when he was nine years old."

which brat?snort!

I don't know why, but I just started to care about it.Mr. Ghost praised a child, but not himself.I was both upset and a little annoyed.

I folded my arms, frowned, and watched Mr. Ghost holding the wine in his arms and drinking it contentedly.

I thought to myself, what's the point of drinking alone?later...

Thinking this way, he lowered his head again: What can I do in the future?He is going to leave after all!

I'm so weak... I can't even keep the person I want to keep?

Lie down in the void and roll left and right a few times, feeling suddenly irritable, feeling a pinch of small flames rising up in the depths of my heart.

Why are you not as good as that one?Why can't I be stronger?if...if...

Xu Shi was so engrossed that he didn't realize that an inexplicable force suddenly condensed all over his body. At that moment, I realized that although I was still in the void, I seemed to be able to control my body, accompanied by the waves that were swung over. The hot feeling of a punch in the cheek.

The raindrops of fists from the ignorant man in front of him landed on his body, which was neither painful nor itchy, but his body couldn't restrain his excitement. He could almost feel that he seemed to have mastered something, and he was ready to move...

He licked his lips, stared at the neck of the man in front of him, and slowly got up.Before thinking about it in the brain, the body instinctively made a decision, waved a poker card between two fingers, threw it, and directly took the man's carotid artery.

The man clutched his neck and fell down in an incredible twisted posture.

"What did you do?" Mr. Ghost asked, staring at his hands.

In the void, I also stared at my hand incredulously: what kind of power is that?So I can...

"I... I just wanted to try, but I didn't expect..."

The words of answer stopped.I realized Mr. Ghost's silence. He picked up his beret expressionlessly, put it on, and walked back.

Because he is in my body, I can clearly feel his displeasure.He, isn't he happy?Being able to master such power...isn't it good?

"Are you mad at me?" I asked cautiously.

"No, I'm angry with myself." Mr. Ghost smiled coldly.

I don't know why I was a little flustered, I lowered my head and stepped on my own feet, thinking to myself, fortunately he couldn't see my bewildered look.

He said, with the strength just now, he should be able to regain his body, let me try.

I tried it, it really works.But the moment he got his body back, he panicked for no reason and gave up.

"Not yet...not!" I told him, but I buried my face between my feet.It's not that I can't, I don't want to.Even though we haven't been together for long, I don't want him to leave.I've been alone for too long, I just want someone to be by my side.

He said that everyone has their own way to go, and no one can accompany anyone.

Is it true?

"You don't have to leave either! Dong Jun's family should be able to find your body for you." This is the only way I can think of.

"Hey! Brother Hisoka! This is not good!" Mr. Ghost said, "Are you familiar with me? Do you know who I am, where I came from, and why I became a wandering spirit? You know that I have never approached you." An attempt? Maybe I even planned to possess you in your body? It's not good to promise something so casually!"

I was silent for a moment, and then said: "I know, you don't want to lie to me!"

In his sneer, I chose to believe this for no reason.

Kaga said that the father came back.

Mr. Ghost stood on the balcony on the second floor and looked down.

That tall and powerful man was my father, the person closest to me in the world, but as far away as a stranger.Perhaps worse than a stranger, he looked up at me as if he saw the dirtiest thing in the world, wishing I could disappear from his eyes.

The woman who claimed to be stepmother stood beside him, with a false smile, chattering.She took the place that belonged to my mother, while his son was leaning on his father's arms and being pampered.

There should be my place, but there is no need for me to exist.A little dazed, a little...

"Come down!" My father called me coldly, just like he usually calls his subordinates.

Mr. Ghost chuckled and ignored it, went back to the room, and lay down on the bed.

Looking at his quiet face, my heart gradually calmed down.I tried to explain: "My mother died to save me, so my father never looked at me directly."

Because seeing me reminds me of my mother.

"laugh--"

He burst out laughing.I don't understand, is such a thing funny?

I just looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was thinking, why things that I found difficult were always so easy in his eyes.

He gathered the scattered playing cards in his hand, and said with a smile, "Hey, little Hisoka! Try to become stronger!"

I nodded subconsciously, remembering that he couldn't see.Just as she was about to speak, she saw him lying on his back with his eyes closed.The gentle wind blew over the face that I was very familiar with, and for some reason, there was an unfamiliar warmth.

There is a price to be paid for wanting something that does not belong to you.Even just thinking about it.

Changes come so fast that there is not even time to breathe.

The cold moonlight that night became a nightmare for half my life.The stiffness and coldness that passed through the fingers passed into the brain.I heard Mr. Ghost's calm sentence: "Hisuo, your father is dead!"

I have thought of many reasons to hate him, but I have never thought that he should pay with his life for any of them.

How dare that woman!How could this be!

There is no other emotion stronger than a heart mingled with sorrow and anger.I knew right then and there that I couldn't run away in the void and expect anyone else to make the decision for me.What belongs to me, no one can take it away from me, no one can!

The knife in his hand pierced the woman's heart and stabbed her body one by one.The blood spattered out was as riddled with holes as the current self.

How can you...how can you...

"Enough!" There seemed to be a gentle voice in my ear.

I paused, but couldn't stop the movements in my hands.

"I said, enough!"

Is it enough?

I dropped the knife in my hand and walked towards my room step by step.Empty your mind, you can't think, you shouldn't think, don't think.

It's just a nightmare...just a nightmare.

But no matter how many times I opened and closed my eyes, I still couldn't wake up from this dream.Perhaps I should be thankful, at least every time I wake up, he always sits next to me.He said, "Get well soon, I'll be with you!"

How many times in the middle of the night when I sat on the bed and looked down, I always wondered if it would be better if I was the one who died.Every time I think about it, he reaches out and puts his hand on top of my head.

It is obviously transparent and has no temperature, but I still feel attached.

I seriously looked at the face that was already different from mine, the delicate face, wise eyes, and shallow smile.People can't help but want to get close.

"What are you thinking when you look at me like this?" The man looked at me with a smile.

"I was thinking, if one day you leave, I don't even know your name." I always called him Mr. Ghost, but forgot to ask his real name.

"Qianye, my name is Qianye." He smiled slightly.

Chiba, Chi... Ye!

He seemed to have thought of something, and added: "Actually, the name is not important at all. Maybe one day, when I appear in front of you, I will have a different appearance and another name. If there is a destiny, I will naturally go through many times. For a long time, it’s okay to pretend not to know each other. If there is no fate, it’s just a name, a memory.”

I knew he was consoling me, and I knew he wanted to leave.

This person who is as lonely as me doesn't want to stay here.Maybe it's because I can't make him feel lonely!

The same palm, his original one is wider and stronger than mine, and my outstretched hand can't touch the temperature of his palm.

Maybe he will never know, the moment my palms meet, I want to hold those hands and ask him to stay.But just as I can't hold those hands, I can't force this person to stay.

At least, I know that in the long years to come, he will become an indelible memory for me.

The author has something to say: So, the shortest volume ends so simply.Hisoka's confession should actually be regarded as a side story... um!When to put it here.

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☆、Little monsters and spiders

"Little monster, it's time to get up!"

As always, annoying shouts came from beside my ears.

I frowned, pulled up the quilt to cover my head, and covered it tightly.

"Stay in bed again, watch out for your brother to clean you up!"

The person said, tearing off the quilt on me.The body suddenly flew into the air, and the abdomen was squeezed hard.I opened my eyes uncomfortably, and realized that I was "again" covered with gold on my shoulders.Although the posture is uncomfortable, it is easier than walking to the gathering place by yourself.

"I said little monster..."

"Don't call me a little monster!" I yawned feebly and corrected me, "My name is Chiba!"

The wide palms messed with my hair, and Wojin laughed and said, "How are you not like a little monster?"

It is not without basis that Wo Jin said this.A few years ago, I was put into Sophia's belly by that old witch, and I was in a daze in a mess.When I came out of my mother's womb, it was already three years later.

Only Nezha was born at 36 months of pregnancy, okay?The old witch said that it takes a long time for my soul to fuse with the fetus, and three years is not too short.I seriously suspect that the old witch actually just wants Sophia to live a few more years, so that I, a lonely ghost, can replace the baby in her womb.

It's okay to be treated as a monster, at least I have the entity.It just so happened that this body came out of a weak mother's body, it was prone to weakness, and it turned out to be the same as the previous life, low blood sugar!

Every morning when I wake up, I feel angry, but I can't lose my temper with Kuroro, my brother in name.Depressed to death.

Wo Jin's footsteps took me very quickly to an abandoned empty house in the back alley of Meteor Street.To say that it is abandoned is just the feeling it gives people. In fact, there is nothing on Meteor Street that will be abandoned. They have occupied this place.

"It's so slow! The little monster is lying in bed again?" It was Nobunaga who spoke.It has been 7 years, and he is still the same as I saw in the soul state, but he has changed from thin and thin to tall and thin, and the long-term malnutrition has made his cheeks sunken, giving him a ghostly feeling.

Standing or sitting are all here: Kuroro, Nobunaga, Feitan, Maqi, Pakroda, Franklin, Wojin, plus a superfluous me.

I was grabbed by Wo Jin from my shoulder and threw it to Kuroro. Kuroro stretched out a hand, grabbed my collar and put it aside.

I yawned and continued to doubt the fact that I was being thrown around like a package.

"So sleepy, I'll sleep to death sooner or later." The tall Franklin squatted aside.Back then he opposed Sophia giving birth to the child, and he still doesn't like me now.

"Franklin!" I said, "Curse me so much every day, no wonder the longer it grows, the more out of shape it is!"

I hate my baby voice very much. I am only 4 years old. Seeing everyone is taller than me is more troublesome than possessing Xiao Hisuo.It's a good thing you don't have to share a body with other souls, and you don't have to pretend to be childish.

After all, there are no children in Meteor Street, and there is no room for innocence.

"It's better than small bean sprouts that don't grow up!" Fei Tan said with a smile.

Pouting, do you think I like such a "short cut" height?

Ma Qi came to me and handed me a glass of milk: "Don't bully Qianye!"

Just like in the comics, the beautiful, intelligent and considerate Maggie is only 13 years old now, but it is not difficult to predict that she will grow into a great beauty in a few years.At least the type I like.

I still keep the name "Chiba" because Sophia forgot to name me, and Kuroro couldn't even bother to raise me, let alone choose a name.I was called "little monster" until I could open my mouth to name myself.

cut!

Kuroro stood up, so the meaningless bickering stopped, except for me who bowed his head to drink milk, and six pairs of eyes focused on the past.

Still wearing a black student uniform, Kuroro seems to like this kind of formal attire, but the inverse cross on his forehead is full of rebellious atmosphere.

"We're going to the outside world!" Kuroro said simply, not a question, but a decision.

The surrounding air became quiet, so people showed different expressions on their faces, but the excitement in their eyes could not be concealed.

Go to the outside world, leave Meteor Street, and see the world that abandoned them, to plunder and acquire.What an exciting decision!

I licked my lips, realizing that something was different in the morning that was still the same.

Among the eight people here, except for me, they are members of the Phantom Troupe when it was first established.Kuroro's words to go to the outside world was the opportunity for the establishment of the brigade.

"Does that mean we're leaving Meteor Street?" Wojin asked.

"Not happy?" Kuroro asked with a smile.

"No! I wanted to go out a long time ago!" Wojin said excitedly.

I can't help but smile, this militant is really innocent and likable sometimes.

Kuroro looked at Wo Jin and smiled lightly, then glanced around, and asked, "Is there any objection?"

Not a doubt, but an affirmation. Kuroro has mastered everyone's psychology very well since a long time ago, and has become everyone's mind unconsciously.

"Well, there are some things I want to tell you first!" Kuroro said, looking at the crowd.

"We are different from anyone else in the world! We have no name, no nationality, and to the world, we are nothingness that does not exist. All the homeless people on Meteor Street are out there, enduring all the injustices all the time " Kurollo said with a smile, "But soon we will let the world know that we are indeed different, the difference is that we can ask for their names and take anything from them at any time! We want to become thieves, killers! Willful behavior is our purpose!"

After a few words, everyone's blood boiled with excitement.Even I have a feeling of being ready to move.

Kurolo went on to say, "Before this, it is what I have been telling you all the time! We will be a group and we will face many things together, including survival and death, so we need some rules!"

"Rules?" Fei Tan asked.

"A necessary rule for the collective!" Kurolo said, "Even if you ignore its existence, you must strictly abide by it. Otherwise, we may die outside!"

Kuroro said as he pulled out a piece of paper from the book and handed it to Maggie who was standing beside him: "Our group needs a name, and it's called the Phantom Troupe. How about it?"

"It's like a phantom, ethereal and ethereal, with no fixed place?" Paikenuoda, a young girl who had been standing in the corner without much energy, asked with wandering eyes.

"That's the way we are, aren't we?" Nobunaga sneered.

Fei Tan said with interest: "Phantom Troupe! We want to let those people know what ubiquitous and defenseless are!"

"This..." Maqiyang asked in confusion while holding the paper in his hand.

"Rules!" Kuroro said slowly, "We are a bandit organization, and we gather to seize everything we want. We can move freely at ordinary times, but if the leader calls, we must gather. The number of people in the brigade is 13 People, death numbers! Each team member has a 12-legged spider tattooed on his body as a symbol, and the number of the brigade members is stabbed on the spider tattoo. This is to recognize your own companions. The most important point is the first rule: Members of the regiment are not allowed to kill each other, and when disagreements cannot be persuaded, they should be decided by tossing spider coins."

"Why a spider?" Franklin asked.

"We are spiders!" said Kuroro, "because I want you all to be like spiders, secretly