[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

half a month later.

"Kurolo, I want to take a shower!" I sat on a completely scrapped TV, biting the crunchy, sweet and juicy apple in my hand, and shamelessly complained to Kuroro.

Compared with before, Kuroro changed into a more fitting white shirt, which was torn several times by himself, rolled on the ground a few times, was dirty, and was buttoned neatly under the neck.He sat lazily not far from me, cross-legged on the only intact backrest of the half-broken sofa, concentrating on flipping through a brand new hardcover book in his hand, without raising his eyelids, completely ignoring me.

After gnawing on the apple, I crushed the core of the apple on the ground and crushed it twice in the soil until the fresh apple core became unrecognizable. Then I picked it up, lifted a wooden board beside me, and stuffed the core into Underneath, making sure that he would never be found unless he deliberately lifted the wooden board, he clapped his hands and straightened his waist.

I looked around for a week. The place we chose was very remote, with a wide view, and there were no people in sight. I was so bored and panicked, I had to harass like a ghost and just read books, ignoring my library at all. Lolo.

"Krollo, Kurolo, Kurolo..."

"Shut up." Kuroro said calmly.

"It's so boring..." I said aggrievedly.

"...Give me another dictionary." Kuroro ordered without my knowledge.

"Okay!" I replied happily as if I had received an imperial decree, completely ignoring the past, as long as I have something to do.I raised my head and said seriously to the sky, "Please give me a dictionary."

With a "snap", a dictionary as thick as a brick appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, and it slammed heavily at my feet.

"Here, the dictionary." I picked up the dictionary and brushed off the dirt on the cover, without even looking at the ghost-like characters on it, and handed it to Kuroro like a treasure.

"Thank you." Kuroro looked up at me with grace, took the dictionary and turned it over, and then buried his raised head deeply again.

"How do you understand it? It's like a ghost drawing..." I stood beside him, bent down, put my head next to his head, and muttered.

"Do you think everyone is like you? Illiterate." Kuroro looked at me with a frown.He still had a displeased look on his baby-fat face, looking very old-fashioned, against his three-headed little one, it was so cute.I couldn't help grinning.

He waved his hand in disgust to drive me away: "Go away! Go around if you have nothing to do, and report back if anyone is there!"

"Oh..." I pursed my lips, jumped off the TV, and walked away with my hands behind my back.

Just half a month ago, when I was tortured to death by the dry bread distributed by the nursery school for thousands of years, I never imagined that I would live in a ghost place like Meteor Street. what day.

The reason why I am able to live such a good life and take care of Kuroro by the way is that I am fortunate enough to light up the skill points about superpowers.

Yes, as we read every morning in class, God closes a door and opens a window for you.In this world, which is much more dangerous than my previous world, correspondingly, there are powerful forces far beyond my previous understanding.

This superpower-like power, Kurollo told me, is called "Nian".

Mindfulness is actually the life energy that everyone possesses.After special training, some people can freely manipulate the life energy emanating from the body, and display this life energy in the form of various "psychic skills", so as to achieve something similar to what I remember in comics. various things that exist.

In fact, since everyone has the potential to practice Nian, and this power is too powerful, in order to prevent the abuse of Nian ability, the awakened Nian ability practitioners in the world have blocked the existence of Nian, and only certain groups of people can access it. to the existence of such a powerful force.Such people are called "hunters".

"So, how do you know these things?" Kuroro and I sat side by side on a high garbage mountain, looking at the gray sky in the distance, I asked him.

"Those guys who destroyed my Lu Xilu's family are the ones with the ability to read, how do you think I know?" Kuroro turned his head to the side and said calmly.

I shivered and dared not ask any more questions.

Closer to home, although Kuroro's memories, which were probably full of hatred and blood, told him about the existence of Nian, they didn't tell him how to practice Nian.He really had to wait until I discovered my superpower and helped him get a lot of materials introducing reading ability.

Speaking of my superpower, I don't know what kind of ghost it is. To put it simply, this kind of superpower, which I named "Speaking Spirit", is completely based on my language.I can simply influence the will and behavior of others, and get what I say out of thin air, through my words with a strong will attached to them.

As for where this superpower came from, and whether it was possessed by the original Lydia, it is now impossible to test.I was able to discover this superpower because half a month ago, when Kuroro and I had the misfortune to meet the big boy who robbed me of an apple, the order I blurted out actually made him stop, so that Kuroro could smoothly Headshot him with a stick.

Afterwards, we summed up the battle, and the cry of words became the focus of research.Kuroro told me that this is not the first time he has seen this ability in me.He said that when I was first discovered by him that I was not dumb, and I forced him to swear never to tell the story, he felt completely unable to refuse me for a moment.It is also because of this that he is willing to reluctantly take me, a good-for-nothing, to act together. Now it seems that it is really worth the money...

Let’s not talk about whether Kuroro is arrogant here. We will only say that after our repeated research (experiment subject Kuroro), we found that when I have a strong will, what I say does have the effect of forcing the other party to obey. Power, but the strength and duration of power will vary according to the strength of my own will and the resistance of the other party's willpower.

This kind of ability is undoubtedly a life-saving talisman like a gold finger in Meteor Street. Although I have to continue to pretend to be a dumb person and have few opportunities to speak, I have a little more confidence in the future.

However, thanks to fate's love for me, a bigger surprise is yet to come.

First of all, when I saw Kuroro's shoulder cracked by the iron rod, the shocking purple-black bruise made me feel distressed, grateful and ashamed.With mixed feelings, I did something that seemed extremely stupid - I kept saying to his injured shoulder: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore...heal soon, heal soon , grow up quickly..."

Ku Luoluo, who sat there quietly and let me go crazy, raised his head suddenly, looked at me with an unpredictable expression, and said after a while, "It really doesn't hurt anymore..."

I didn’t react at first, thinking that he was comforting me or satirizing my useless work that was more in line with his urination, until half a day later, Kuroro moved his shoulders where the bones had regrown, and would "barely count you as useful" It was only when I was bestowed with the gift of eyes, that I suddenly realized that the new healing skills, get!

From then on, Kuroro (the little self-abuse maniac) no longer has to worry about his training!

What's more, when I complacently faced Kuroro's white eyes and made various unreasonable demands on him, I inadvertently said: "I want to eat apples! Fresh, big, red apples!" Then, a fresh, big, red apple fell from the sky and hit my foot hard!

Kuroro and I stared blankly at that fresh apple that definitely didn't belong to Meteor Street for a long time, looked at each other silently, and saw the same speculation and excitement in each other's eyes.

Then, "Ooooh! My feet—"

"I want chicken rice!" The chicken rice dropped.

"I want curry rice!" The curry rice dropped.

"I want pumpkin pudding!" Pumpkin pudding drops.

"I want......"

"You are enough!" Kuroro said impatiently.In front of him, the food I want to come is scattered here and there, some of which are still steaming, exuding a mixed and tempting aroma.

"How will you know how to use this ability if you don't try it!" I said aggrievedly.

"The smell will attract other people." Kuroro said.

"Sorry! I forgot!" I covered my mouth and cried guiltily.The lesson from the past is not far away, and I get carried away again.Thinking about the older child attracted by an apple last time, I just felt terrified. I shrank my neck nervously and looked around, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Kuroro didn't bother to talk to me, he held his chin and said, "You ordered so much food at one time, it seems that there is no limit to the number of times or time intervals you can use the word spirit in a day, even if there is It is enough for us to consume. The next step is to mix several kinds of speech spirits to see if there is any limit. Also, continue to observe tomorrow, or is it a limit on the number of times for a period of time? It may not be a limit on the number of times, but energy conservation..."

"Kurolo, the smell of these foods is too strong! Let's eat them quickly! Hurry up!" I feel terrified when I smell the smell of food now, and greeted Kurolo in a panic: "Which one do you want to eat?" ?”

Kuroro stared at the dazzling array of food on the ground, his eyes were empty, and he muttered: "We still need to figure out the energy source and operation mechanism of this ability to judge... I can't feel the flow of thought power, and I haven't opened my fine pores. Not to read..."

"Krollo!" I stomped my feet, almost wanting to slap the pudding on his head.This guy, or he said he would attract other people, why is he not in a hurry?If I hadn't tried for a long time, I couldn't get these foods back when they were called. I really want to get rid of them all first.

"Are you eating or not?" I screamed in a low voice.

"Give me curry rice." He kept his eyes empty and thoughtful, and said quickly.

"I also want to eat curry rice..." I muttered in a low voice, a little reluctant.These foods seem to come from different places, very random, some are served on delicate plates, some are just unprocessed sealed packaging; Cold and even spoiled.The plate of curry rice was served on a beautiful plate with some exquisite emblem printed on it. It exudes a charming aroma. At first glance, it seems that the materials are exquisite and the workmanship is sophisticated. It is mouth-watering.

"You eat chicken rice." Kuroro directly decided.

"...Alright then." I agreed aggrievedly.Chicken chop rice is also good. Compared with curry rice, it is at most the gap between roadside fast food restaurants and Michelin three stars.It doesn't make any difference if you eat it rougher, what else is there to pay attention to in Meteor Street...

Really!The food is what I call ah hello!Chrollo this guy!

...Forget it, Kuroro is a child, just let him, let him go...