[Hunter] Unlimited ghosts and animals

By the time the Disk of the Seven Wheels shined again, it had been more than a month since Trish met Kurapika.

At this time, the small and exquisite compass was shining a soft light on an old man whose eyes were red because of the brutal massacre of his tribe, which to him was equivalent to the summoning of the god of death.

The old man's temples were all grey, and the big hole in his chest with pieces of clothing stuck to it and bloody flesh foam all showed that he had little time left.

An old hand with rotten spots and years of honing attached to the girl's arm buried in the old man's chest, and the palm that was still slightly warm seemed to exhaust all the remaining strength in the body to hold the girl's abnormally cold arm tightly. Hold on.

The beating of the heart seems to be close to the ear, thump-thump-thump-

"Little girl...you, why...why did you do this?"

The old man's long and feeble voice was intermittent, perhaps what supported him was only a trace of unwillingness and bewilderment.

The soft black silk with a faint fragrance covered half of the girl's cheeks, and the arm covered in sticky blood slowly pulled away from the old man's chest.

The heart was forcibly pulled away from where it was supposed to be stationed. The slight sound of blood vessels being torn penetrated abnormally. The old man whimpered intermittently due to the severe pain, and a cloud of black blue appeared under the eyelids.

stab-

Exuding vitality, beating vigorously, carrying the warmth of the human body, the heart the size of an adult's fist was held in the palm of the girl.

The hand that the old man held tightly on the girl's arm finally loosened and slid down feebly.

"You...why...why are you doing this!"

Like a burning fire that was finally extinguished, the old man was full of unwillingness and his red eyes, one of the seven beauties in the world, did not receive any reply.

The disc of the seven wheels is jumping with brilliance as if urging the girl to continue with the next work quickly. The red eyes under the black-framed mirror are abnormally evil. The heart burns out.

Raising her legs and knees, Tracy bent over to lean on the fallen old man, with neither sadness nor joy on her face, staring at the pair of eyes that brought bad luck, "The reason... probably is because of our nature."

Perhaps it was wrong for them to take the lives of your people, and it is an act that the world despises and regards as extremely cruel, and the root cause of this behavior may be a 'spur of the moment', their behavior is the law of heaven It is not tolerated, everyone gets it and punishes it.

but……

Is there really an absolute balance between the so-called right and wrong in the world?

Everything, you can blame it, they are hunters, and you, become powerless prey.

In this world dominated by the strong, all human nature and truth are nothing but a layer of protection given to them by the weak.

For them who have lived in the darkest region of the world since birth, "on a whim" is enough reason to act, and maybe they will pay a tragic price for it in the future. They are already ready to give everything, the premise is that you , do they have the ability to hurt them at all...

Since they were born, they have used life as a bargaining chip to obtain everything. For them, life is actually worthless, and perhaps its most valuable point——

That is, to become a rock for companions to move forward.

Meteor Street people are never afraid of anything, and spiders will never stop moving forward.

"So, Palo-chan over there, do you feel that my sister's voice is very familiar? Maybe you can tell my sister where Kurapika is, and my sister can send you on the road together, just like your patriarch. In fact, the process is very easy~"

The boy hiding in the wooden barrel under the dilapidated eaves can't even hide his own breath. His poor eyesight makes it almost impossible for him to find a better hiding place. No, no, no, it should be said that he can't do it at all, it's so small The wooden barrel could barely hide him, but his disordered breathing had already exposed his position to Trish.

Trish could clearly feel the little guy's obviously stagnant breathing, and was about to step forward, but unexpectedly, the kid stumbled awkwardly out of the wooden barrel where he was hiding.

"Oh?" It seemed a bit interesting.

On the ground where the smell of blood was almost choking, the boy fell down several times before standing not far from Trish.

The hand that had just been pulled away from the old man's heart was still dripping with blood. Trish stepped forward and squatted down, grabbing the shoulder of the young man who was trying to dodge backwards, the bright red blood stained his clothes.

"Paro sauce, what do you mean?" Tracy stared into those dull eyes, "Even if you want to fight to the death, you should at least take a weapon, right? Ready to die?"

To Tracy's surprise, Palo was as if he had been sent home to be slaughtered. His eyes were just straight ahead, his expression was numb and serious, and he said childishly, "Miss Tracy, you and Your companions killed innocent villagers and slaughtered entire villages, no matter women or children, you have no humanity at all, although I know that I will not escape the fate of being killed by you in the end, maybe you will not have anything to say to me Any feeling, but I still want to say - what you did today, is wrong!"

"It's so cute. Although I really want to jjj you, but I don't want to waste any more time. If I meet Kurapika, I will tell him that you are one step ahead of him. Of course, if He fell into the place of his hateful companion, and when he arrives in heaven, he probably has already set up the tea set to invite you to have morning tea together~" Tracy spoke viciously and satirized the fragile heart of the dying boy, and looked up at the boy who was dying because of the approaching dawn. go night.

"Please let Kurapika go! Miss Trish!"

Sure enough, the kind-hearted boy who loves and hates is eager to excuse his friend, even though he knows that his friend is traveling abroad, but if it doesn't happen...

"It seems that yours is the last pair, please pray, maybe your friend didn't meet us, otherwise, the remaining red eyes will probably be collected by the team leader and sold at last?" Tracy glanced. The gradually consummating spherical objects gathered on the disc of the seven wheels seemed very satisfied.

As if stimulated by Trish's words, Palo's expressionless face gradually condensed deep negative emotions of disgust and hatred.

"You will definitely receive retribution, the wicked will not have good results, you will definitely taste what our Kuruta people have suffered today!"

Tracy, who was in a ghostly state, hooked her lips, obviously not paying any attention to Palo's words, "Your words, I have heard it from many dying people, but the spider has not been able to understand your so-called retribution until now. I see, what you said is just an excuse to appease your own weakness."

The cold palm snaked from the boy's shoulders to the neck, "Go grab what you want, and throw it away to find the next target if you are not interested... Thank you for the generosity of your tribe, my dream of Dragon Ball It's one step closer~ Palo-chan, it's time for you to hit the road."

1994

The Phantom Brigade massacred the Kuluta tribe and took away one of the seven beauties, Red Eye.