[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

When I woke up the next morning, it was still dark.

I gently moved Kuroro's arm around me, sat up straight, looked at the dark blue sky outside the shed, hesitated for a while, and tried to leave the bed as silently as possible.

"Where are you going?" Kuroro asked softly behind me.

I turned my head, I couldn't see his face clearly in the shadowy darkness, I whispered in a breathy voice: "I want to go to the bathroom."

Kuroro lost his voice, and I can almost imagine him blinking his eyes a bit sluggishly, and then unwillingly waking up.

"Let's go." He turned over and sat up, took my hand and quietly left the shed.

Others were still asleep.

The camp was silent.

The shed was leaking from all sides, and the temperature inside and outside was the same, but standing directly under the deep blue sky, I still felt refreshed.

It was the unique breath of the morning, and the bright sky broke through on the distant skyline.

That is the East.

"This way." Kuroro pulled me, who couldn't see the road in the dark, out, walked out of the mountain, and stopped after a bend in a path.

"Just here, hurry up. I don't want to look." He let go of me, took two steps, and turned his back.

I was a little embarrassed, but my movements were swift.

When you are still alive on Meteor Street, you really shouldn't ask for more.

Let's move on.

Kuroro said softly: "You have to get rid of this habit, so that you can be with Madge and the others."

"I will." I also said softly, as if afraid of waking up something.

All things sleep quietly, only we walk and talk.

The sky has not yet dawned, only the fish-belly whiteness in the east is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the continuous mountain of rubbish outlines a clear silhouette below it.On the rubbish ridge not far away, there are a few red lights flickering, Kurolo said that they are fireworks from the night watchman.

Inferior cigarettes and spirits sell well in the second district. Many desperadoes are willing to lose their day's labor income for them, and they are more fanatical than food and weapons.Presumably that is not a luxury for them, but a living proof.

Tobacco, alcohol, sex and drugs.The former two are clearly marked as extremely expensive in the trading area, while the last is strictly prohibited - after all, the high-level wants the strong, not the addicts.

In contrast, intercourse is probably the cheapest way to vent.Unlike Liuying Street, no one makes a living from it, and that would be a waste of resources.If you love me, I wish the best. More often than not, the overlord fights hard, and the strong are respected.It doesn't matter if it's the same sex or the opposite sex, the difference between a man and a woman in the second district is not that big...it's no bigger than the difference between a man and a beast.

We walked silently on one side of the garbage mountain, and on the other side came the sound of rapid breathing, like the panting and dying roar of a wild animal.

It's dangerous here, and Kurolo reminded me once again that no matter how peaceful the night makes these garbage wildernesses look, there is always a murderous intention lurking inside.

"There are more lunatics than normal people, and more beasts than lunatics." Kuroro said, "Don't walk in by yourself, unless you are ready to kill without distinction."

"I won't do that." I whispered, "I know. I still can't grasp where those things fall."

I'm talking about Ling Ling.

In fact, the ability to get things and the ability to control others can be viewed separately, and the former can be more lethal than the latter, which is sometimes ineffective, but it is also more difficult to control.I've thought about it a long time ago, if I don't want to make a big commotion like in the Ghost Willow Mansion every time I kill someone, and make it known to everyone, I'd better be able to accurately control where things appear.

Think about it, a dagger that appeared on the heart out of nowhere, or a bullet that directly destroys the brainstem, all you need is to move your lips, what a ghostly and effective method-it's scary to think about it.

Of course, this is not the first day we thought of this. As early as the first round of experiments to develop my abilities, Kuroro proposed this great idea.I spent a lot of time practicing, but I still couldn't control where things fell.

Until recently, at Yalin's kitchen table, I tried to land a peanut in a specific area.There may be some progress, but in the end, the effective control range is narrowed to the entire table. The peanuts will not fall to the ground, but they will not appear on the plate obediently.But in battle, who can lie down as big as a table and poke you without moving?

Although it is almost an innate ability, but... well, I comfort myself, even with natural hands and feet, it takes years of training to make precise dance moves.Keep working in this direction and I will always see results.

Before that, this ability should be temporarily blocked.The uncontrollability of indiscriminate and large-scale attacks is one aspect, and more importantly, the eloquence of asking for things is too eye-catching.

Kuroro said that there are many opportunities to use the control of speech in battle, and there is nothing special to hide, but it must not be revealed that I can ask for water, food, or even anything out of thin air until life and death are at stake. Ling Ling.

Think about where the second district is, and where the entire Meteor Street is.Not wanting to be caught in a never-ending flight—like so many times before—I needed to temporarily and decisively forget about the fact that I wasn't actually poor.

Until the time comes.

Or, unfortunately, before then, kill everyone in sight.

The latter is of course not a good choice.

"As for now," Kuroro pondered, "you should have a weapon."

Instead of returning to camp right away, we headed deeper into the Garbage Fields.The sky is getting brighter, and I can already see the expression on Kuroro's face clearly.

We came to a dead end and stopped, surrounded by steep rubbish heaps with a narrow view.

It is a relatively cramped, very hidden place.

Kuroro was expressionless, obviously nervous.He raised his hand, reading a book in his palm.

An ability unfolded and enveloped us.

"Now," he said, "I want a knife, sharp and strong, the kind that can be hidden under clothes."

His prudence infected me, and I didn't dare to talk too much, and I wasn't as picky as I used to be.A plain short knife fell out of thin air.I caught it and weighed it, light enough to wave in my hand, as I had asked for.

The leather scabbard was pulled out, and the blade exposed inside was dark and dull, without any reflection.The back of the blade is a bit thicker than expected, about five or six millimeters in length, and the sides of the blade are cast with rhombus-like slopes, which are extremely fierce blood grooves.

Kuroro waved the "Thief Cheats", took my dagger, picked up a small strand of hair hanging on my shoulders, and swayed the ends of the hair towards the blade - as easily as the wind blows confetti, the flexible black The hair was cut silently.

What a quick knife!

"You have always been very lucky, especially when it comes to asking for things." Kurollo sighed.He handed the knife back to me, "Be careful when using it."

"...you cut my hair." I took the knife, flicked it twice, and inserted it back into the sheath.

"It will grow again." Kuroro said.

The new weapon happened to be a little longer than my forearm, and I could hide it seamlessly in my sleeve—just need to be careful when unsheathing it so I don't cut myself.

Honestly, I think it's just too sharp for me.

"Be content," Kuroro said, "If it's an ordinary knife, it's hard to pull it out from the chest it's stuck in. Compared with the small hole you'll get cut when you're familiar with it, that's terrible. Shortcomings."

"Okay, I'll put it to good use." I said, tapping the hard scabbard under my sleeve.

As we walked back, the sky above us was nearly fully lit, showing a cloudy white.

A new day has begun, and I will take part in a new battle—on this quiet morning, Kuroro prepared the weapon for me too.

A sound like sea waves came from a distance, I raised my eyes to look, and was shocked by the sight in front of me——

Countless crows flew out of the garbage mountain, tens of thousands of them, almost covering half of the sky.The sound of their flapping wings merged with each other, forming an echo in the air like the tide of the sea.

Crows filled the sky of District [-].

"A new day has begun." Kuroro looked at them and said.

"Why are there so many..." I muttered.

"Crows will eat almost anything, including carrion. They are the best scavengers," Kuroro said.

Later I asked Kurolo, who also eats the carrion of the dead, why he hadn't seen a vulture.

"Because vultures are ugly." Kuroro said as a matter of course.

I really believed it at the time, until later I saw a vulture swooping down on the corpse, and then the person dragging the corpse grabbed its neck and threw it to the ground, dying.

As usual, a few crows landed on the rubbish mountain next to them, watching everything quietly with their bright black eyes.

Although I understand the importance of materials, I don't really understand Kuroro's attitude towards the matter of "concealing my ability".If it's a guy like me who is used to hiding his head and showing his tail (pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger), it's okay to say, for Kuroro, it's hard to imagine him being so cautious.Think about when he was in the eighth district, all calmness and calmness are appearances, I have seen through everything long ago——

Don't be cowardly, just make trouble, let's talk when you're happy, this is his usual style!

These days, although I believe in all of Kuroro's decisions, such doubts have been buried in my heart.Until I actually witnessed the battle in the second district.

That's what Kuroro and the others do every day, it's where we will live, and it's the enemy we... will face.

Have you ever seen the busy scene of planes taking off and landing at the airport?Replace that generation with an airship that is several times larger, and multiply the number by ten, which is the spectacular sight I see at the moment.

There are only low garbage mountains on the ground, and the sky is endless.Hundreds of gigantic airships flew across the sky hundreds of meters above their heads, following invisible tracks in the sky, staggering and coming and going in an orderly manner, and their reflective portholes could be seen with the naked eye.

An airship flew in almost in line, its chubby body found the place where it should be "parked", and the door at the bottom opened with a bang—

Garbage, an entire airship full of garbage poured down.Garbage bags of various colors first - the size and weight make them the first to fall.One by one, one pile after another, like a white monster laying a large number of giant eggs here.

Then there was the scattered litter, like a hailstorm under a hood.Under the white turbid sky, billions of wastes poured down, and under the blessing of gravity, they had a horrifying momentum—they were connected like waterfalls, almost covering the sky and the sun.

Fei Liu went straight down to 3000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days.

There can be as many as dozens of airships dumping garbage at the same time. The garbage that fell first has already hit the ground heavily, and the last garbage has not been spit out by the wide-open hatch—the torrent of black garbage is like several Ten solidified tornadoes, like the feet of giants, stand upright.

From a distance, this scene is so spectacular that it makes people tremble.You can't even imagine it in your dreams, you can only be dumbfounded in front of it.

If you take aerial photos, this is probably a feat of human beings - the garbage of the world gathers here, and this is the final destination of everything in the world.

But what about being in it?

I stood next to Ma Qi, watching Kuroro jumping up a towering garbage mountain like a knight-errant in a martial arts novel.

The garbage mountain here is bigger than any one I have seen before, and people standing in front of it are as small as ants.Kuroro has already run halfway up the mountain, looking like a small black dot from me, lightly tapping on the garbage, leaping upwards in a zigzag shape.

All around him, small pieces of trash kept falling like meteorites.On the top of the mountain not far from him is a garbage disposal site.The garbage falling from a height of [-] meters hit the garbage mountain, and then splashed and rolled down from the top of the mountain. The scene was like a volcanic eruption and magma rushing.

In such an environment, Kuroro has been climbing to a position close to the top.There, the garbage that was still being dumped obscured my view.Kuroro rushed in.

I didn't dare to blink at all, and in less than a moment, the little black dot representing Kuroro rushed out.I couldn't distinguish him from the large pieces of garbage around him at first, but soon, holding a garbage bag larger than others, he ran down the garbage mountain in a posture almost parallel to the ground.He jumped up when he was approaching the ground, and like a stone thrown by a catapult, he drew a parabola in mid-air and landed on the ground not far from us.

"Lydia! Let's kill!" March called me from behind.

I turned my head panting, my heart almost beating out of my chest.This, this is just crazy!I thought the so-called garbage grabbing was just on flat ground, two groups of people competed around a pile of garbage, and whoever won would take it away. I didn't expect...

I couldn't help replaying Kuroro's brave "volcanic eruption" feat in my mind, and the adrenaline soared-so, so fucking exciting!

Wiping the sweat from my palms, I clenched the dagger in my hand, forcing myself to focus on the enemy in front of me.

All the freshest garbage Kurolo and the others snatched in that way was piled up in front of us, guarded by me, Madge, Pike and Yan who stayed behind.A whole bag of garbage bags piled up like a hill!

Having seen Kurollo's desperate garbage grabbing method like grabbing a high ground in a hail of bullets, everyone knows how much wealth this is.

Wealth is always coveted, and there are always people in this world who want to get something for nothing.

Our task is to make those despicable moths come and go, and use blood and death to teach them the principles of life - it is more dangerous to dare to snatch the garbage that others desperately take back than to climb the garbage mountain to get it by yourself!

Wars are fought in a chaotic, orderly manner.

Long before the first bag of garbage is shipped back, we have already selected a temporary storage location.Ma Qi's ten fingertips pulled out threads as thin as silk, interlaced and fixed on the surrounding garbage mountains, and finally formed an invisible giant net, enclosing the looted garbage in it.

This is the first line of defense, the deadly trap.

How sharp is Madge's read line?An adult rushed over with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and was cut into pieces of different sizes the moment he crashed into the line of thought, scattered all over the ground.

I almost threw up when the first person died.The skin, muscles, and bones were separated in an instant, as light as a knife cutting through jelly.

The transparent thread was stained with blood, Maqi shook his fingertips without changing his expression, the blood fell, and the giant web opened by the young spider disappeared in the air again, waiting for the next prey to fall.

Anyone who dares to rush blindly towards our treasure will be doomed like a moth to a flame.

Me, Pike, and Smoke are the second line of defense.

Not every enemy rushed into the trap so heroically.People who choose to wander outside the garbage disposal point to pick up leaks are often cautious and cunning.

Maggie's mind line is not indestructible.Attacks with thought power can easily cut these filaments.The spider web was broken, followed by a tsunami-like attack and fight.No one acts alone here, we often deal with hordes of predators.

It will be hard work at this time.

After all, Ma Qi is too young, she is responsible for rearranging traps outside the battlefield to prevent people from taking advantage of the fire.Leave the rest to me, Pike, and Smoke.

Hand in hand.

Yan held an iron rod as a spear, and moved as nimbly as some kind of small wild animal, the kind best known for its agility and jumping ability, the elf of the jungle and the darling of nature.The slender iron brazing was sharpened to such an extent that it could easily pierce vital points such as eyes and throat.She doesn't kill many people, but with the dancing of the spear, one person can restrain several.

Pike's specialty is reading memory, not very good at fighting.Because of this, she uses a crossbow|bow as a weapon.The sharp triangular arrows were sprayed out continuously, almost all of them hit the enemy's vital points, with an astonishingly high accuracy rate.Always maintaining the same expression, her psychological quality is very good, that's why she has such steady hands.

As for me, my combat ease is almost like cheating.

Madge beckoned me to turn back and fight, but at the same time I turned back and shouted: "Stop!"

The enemy who regarded me as the target froze in place.I raised the short knife, ran up like a bull, and rushed directly to an enemy. The blade plunged into his chest with a "thump" without stagnation, and blood gushed out from the blood grooves on both sides.Almost immediately, I pulled out the murder weapon easily, turned my head to do the same, and plunged into the other chest.

In this way, three or four people were killed in a row, and the speech spirit was replenished twice in the middle.Pike's Crossbow|Arrow helped me harvest the remaining heads - the two of us gradually joined forces, and He Yan was in charge of both sides.

The last few enemies broke free from the word spirit's shackles.Maybe they are stronger, and the power of words that once made Illumi helpless has weakened here.I shook off the blood on the blade, and a long knife with a gap had already been chopped off.

It seemed that every gear was snapping and turning in an instant, and I felt as rational as a machine.Without fear, without hesitation, I dodged, swiped, dodged, blocked, leaped, rolled, swiped with my backhand, and wiped my throat in the slightest!

The enemy's blood spurted from the carotid artery and splashed my sleeves.Without blinking my eyes, I took advantage of the situation and rushed sideways, pointing the erected blade at the embrace that was about to crash into beside me.

The sound of bones breaking, the expected enemy unexpectedly fell backwards, his face was broken, and a crushed soda can was embedded in it.

Huge trash bags were left behind me to add another piece of the loot.After finishing off the remaining enemies, Kuroro walked up to me and said, "That's pretty good, is it really better at killing people than fighting?"

His face was covered with sweat, stained with unknown stains, and he looked ashamed and embarrassed, but he had a cheerful smile that had never been seen before, and he was really high-spirited.

Another huge trash bag went over my head and landed behind me.Feitan laughed wildly and rushed over, his indomitable momentum made the chaotic crowd in front of him not forget to make way for him during the battle, so as not to resist.His face was covered with blood, only his golden eyes were still bright, and his eyes were wanton and crazy.He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but instead he was clutching another huge garbage bag...and another on his back!

"This lunatic..." Kuroro whispered in my ear.

"I like this part the most." Fei Tan passed us like the wind, his voice hoarse, with uncontrollable excitement - he directly climbed over the garbage wall, rushed to the towering garbage mountain not far away again, rushed into In the falling garbage.

"I really can't compare to him, it's just like a game." Another huge garbage bag was thrown, and Lan walked to us, caught the younger sister who rushed over, and smiled.In stark contrast to Feitan's madness, he was so calm, like a stream of clear water flowing through a boiling battlefield.

"Who wants to compare with a lunatic..." Kuroro shrugged, leaped out, and stepped on the back of a thief who was sneaking across the thread, making a crisp sound of spine breaking.

"Let's clean up the battlefield." He turned back, "We are not fat sheep—the time has come for an eye for an eye."

作者有话要说：哈哈迟到一会儿，写嗨了~（2017-01-07，00:30:52）

ps change the title