Full-time hunter red sand scorpion

"Scorpion, the Phantom Troupe has already started to move, do you really not think about it anymore?"

When Yiermi called Scorpion, Scorpion was silently preparing to pack his luggage and go back to Kukulu Mountain—even though he didn't have much to pack.

"...Let's talk about it." Scorpion hung up the phone mercilessly, and then realized that there was really nothing to take away, so he walked out of the Sky Arena empty-handed.

Why isn't that kid, Qi Ya, coming?Didn't you agree on this time?I hate waiting...

Xie was thinking about this, when he heard Qi Ya's energetic voice from not far away: "Xie—big—brother—"

Xie turned around very upset, lowered his voice and said fiercely: "Why are you so..."

That's right, Scorpion broke the sentence, and no one interrupted him.

"This is... what?" If you really want to describe it, the corners of Xie's eyes are already twitching now, looking at the things behind Qi Ya with a cat-like smile, Xie is very speechless.

"Hey~" Qi Ya jumped off the huge thing, and took out a square object from his pocket.

"..." Xie was mourning for Yi Ermi.

Qi Ya, you actually bought two truckloads of chocolates!

Don't tell me you spent all your winnings from playing the Sky Arena here... What kind of pain is Yi Ermifei...

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The sky was stained with blood, and the earth was also turned red. The sun was setting, and the giant bird had been covered in the shadows.

Kurapika kept his head down without saying anything, and Deidara just lowered the bird down quietly.

saw...

While still high in the sky, Kurapika saw it...

The blood stained the land of the Kuruta tribe, the river became the last blood and tears of the Kuruta tribe, and even the sunset was so red for the occasion, Kurapika felt that he had never hated red so much in his life.

"why……"

Kurapika's eyes were empty and lifeless, and his eyes were ashen, losing the light of innocence and happiness in the past.

Stretching his body and walking forward step by step, the clansmen's corpses lay all over the ground, and the expressions of hatred and anger on their faces hadn't dissipated, and there were only two bloody holes left on their blood-stained faces.

"Where are the eyes..."

Kurapika muttered to himself, as if he didn't know how he got back home through the remains of so many clansmen.

No matter how many killings Deidara has seen, he no longer has the heart to look at everything in front of him.

The corpses whose eyes had been gouged out caused too much visual impact.

"Mom and Dad... I'm back, are you still there..." Kurapika reached out tremblingly to push the door open, but he still didn't have the courage.

How... how I wish... After opening the door, I saw a nagging father and a gentle mother waiting for me to go home, so it would be good to scold myself...

"Everyone... is dead..."

"Little Coola..."

"By the way... Brother Didala, where is Palo?... Palo hasn't been found yet... Maybe he's still alive... Brother Didala, I didn't go to Palo..."

Kurapika tugged on Deidara's sleeve, and wanted to walk in the direction of Ranpai Luo's house.

Deidara tightly grasped Kurapika's arm, and shouted: "Enough! Kurapika! You already know it in your heart! Why don't you want to accept the reality? Hmm!"

"What do you want me to accept?...This inexplicable disaster? Why do you accept it?! What do you understand...they are my people, my parents, my best friends!..."

Kurapika slammed Deidara away, raised his eyes, and the fiery red eyes filled with anger reappeared, still so shockingly beautiful and gorgeous.

"I'm sorry... Kurapika, I can only keep you alone... um." Deidara gently embraced Kurapika who was on the verge of collapse with rare tenderness.

Finally, Kurapika couldn't hold back the mountain of grief and anger in his heart, reddish tears slowly flowed from his fiery red eyes, and even his originally clear and pleasant voice trembled.

"Who... Who is it... Why did you leave me alone... What should I do? Brother Didara..."

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Deidara and Kurapika spent two days and two nights burying the corpses of all the Kuruta clan members and erecting a cloth tomb.

In the past two days, Kurapika hardly started talking, and never smiled again.

During this time, they discovered one thing. As Kurapika said, they did not find Palo's body, but this does not mean that Palo is still alive. Let him go about this.

But... After all, this can give Kurapika a small hope and sustenance in his heart.

"Next... what are you going to do? Hmm." Deidara carefully asked Kurapika who was kneeling weakly in front of the grave.

Kurapika clenched his fists, picked up the backpack he had prepared before, and tried not to look directly into Deidara's eyes.

"I can't let my clansman die without regret...I want to get back the red eyes of my clansman...and there is...a blood feud!——I want revenge!"

"Then I will accompany..."

Before Deidara finished speaking, Kurapika interrupted him in an unbelievably indifferent tone: "Brother Didara, let's leave now."

...This is definitely not the tone of that angelic child... Kurapika.

"...Hate me? Hmm."

"No." Kurapika stood up, "The rest of the road, I can only go on by myself... Please take care of me these days, brother Didara."

Didara suddenly remembered a sentence that Scorpion once said to him - "Disasters make people grow."

"Now that you've decided, let's do it." Didara took out something from his bosom, and stuffed it into Kurapika's palm.

"This is..." Looking at the object in the palm of his hand, Kurapika's eyes regained a gleam of light, as if the lost warmth came from the cold palm.

It was a clay sculpture.

It's a clay sculpture of Deidara, Kurapika, and Palo holding hands.

The superb pottery art of Didara vividly portrays the real happiness on everyone's face.

Didara scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "This is what I promised to help you at the time. No matter where you go, please be sure to take it with you. Mmm! Please don't... forget me."

Kurapika nodded silently, turned around, and left without any remembrance.

Deidara looked at Kurapika's thin figure gradually going away, worried, and touched his chest, the parchment scroll was still lying there quietly.

What are you... what are you going to do now?

Didara thought.

I came to this world by myself, and I haven't left the Kuruta tribe yet, so let's go shopping first.

Then... I heard that the ability to read is very fun, so I went to find a master to teach myself to practice it, and then I added another craft.

Then again?

... Well~ Let's talk about it later, um.

Didara was thinking this when he suddenly heard a man's voice behind him: "Excuse me...are you from the Kuruta tribe?"

Didara was startled, there were indeed two people behind him, but Didara didn't even notice when they got close.

"Who are you...? Hmm."

Kurapika, who had left Deidara, walked out of the Kuruta forest alone, his hands were still clenched. If Deidara opened his hand and looked at it, he would find a golden piece lying on the palm of his hand. coins.

Yes, a golden coin.

It is not any kind of coin that Kurapika has seen in the book, nor has it been seen among the Kuruta tribe. The only explanation is that people from outside brought it in, and of course it is not Deidara.

On one side of the coin is a twelve-legged spider.

This was what Kurapika found on the body of one of the clansmen, and Kurapika didn't tell Deidara.

"Spider..." Kurapika gritted his teeth fiercely, "I won't let you go...I will risk my life and drag you into hell with me!"

I'm sorry, Brother Didara.

For things like revenge, I'll do it alone...

The author has something to say: 嘤嘤嘤~ The clan is finally exterminated, Zuo An is sorry for Xiaoku, I am sorry for Xiaodi QAQ

Congratulations to Xiao Di for opening the hunter world map, let's find the traces left by Xie Danna in this world!

PS: It is expected that the two will meet after Chapter [-] or [-].