Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 608 Hunter's Mark
“I have another question,” Sun Hang said, looking at Nur, who was clumsily peeling the foil packaging of compressed biscuits. “How does a hunter like you find his way across the desert?”

Given the technological level of the desert inhabitants, they most likely wouldn't possess those sophisticated positioning instruments. Even if they found some relics of the old civilization, those things might not be of any use—even the advanced equipment brought by the advance team was mostly useless in the occupied area, let alone those ancient artifacts from a hundred years ago.

“Thanks to this.” Nur raised his arm.

Sun Hang noticed a scar on the inside of his right arm that looked like a burn.

"what is this?"

"The Hunter's Mark. Before each hunter sets out, the priest will brand a Hunter's Mark on our bodies. Before the Hunter's Mark disappears, as long as we get close to the Mother Mark in the priest's hand, we will feel a burning pain. The more intense the pain, the closer we are to home... In addition, it can also sense the messengers of the underworld. When the messengers approach, the pain will turn into a numb and itchy sensation. But when the numb and itchy sensation intensifies to the point that the entire arm loses sensation, it means that we have entered a dangerous distance and must get away immediately..." Nur explained to Sun Hang in a rambling manner.

Sun Hang examined the scar closely. Judging from its shape, it seemed to have been branded with some kind of red-hot iron. However, Nur's scar had almost healed by now, and the surface of the scar was covered with raised proliferative tissue, making it impossible for Sun Hang to see the original pattern of the mark.

According to Nur, the special effect of the mark will disappear after the scar has completely healed. Sun Hang did not sense any memetic aura on the mark, but this does not mean that the mark is not a ghost: many ghosts without a physical body, such as phenomenon ghosts and rule ghosts, cannot sense memetic aura. This so-called "Hunter's Mark" is most likely to belong to this category.

As he spoke, Nur's expression suddenly changed. He pressed his other hand against his scar and muttered, "Oh no... I've been out for too long this time. My Hunter's Mark is about to disappear."

"If you rush back now, is it still possible to make it in time?" Sun Hang asked.

"I don't know... my sandboat is already..."

“I can take you back,” Sun Hang said, pulling out his skateboard. “But you have to take me with you.”

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" Nur shook his head repeatedly. "If I take you back, the High Priest will definitely kill you! Not only will you die, but I will also be punished! Neither of us will survive!"

"Do you think your high priest can kill me?" Sun Hang couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

“The High Priest’s abilities are beyond the comprehension of mortals… There was a rebellion in the settlement once, and the High Priest single-handedly dealt with more than fifty rebels, stripping them of their blessed status and turning them into cursed monsters…” Nur shuddered as he said this, “I’d rather die than become a cursed one…”

“Then I won’t show myself; I’ll just hide in the shadows,” Sun Hang continued, trying to persuade them. “You can tell them your sandboat wrecked, but luckily the wreck site wasn’t far from the settlement, which is how you managed to get back…”

"No, no, no!" Nur shook his head vigorously. "Lies can't fool the priest! He'll definitely find out!"

“In that case, let’s make a deal.” Sun Hang revealed a “sincere” smile.

"what?"

"Do you still want to eat the flesh cut from the bodies of the condemned?" Sun Hang asked Nur the first question, directly hitting the nail on the head.

Nur looked at the compressed biscuits in his hand, hesitated, and shook his head.

“If you cooperate with me, I can take you away from this place to the outside world,” Sun Hang said. “There, there are no messengers from the underworld or endless deserts; food and water are plentiful… What you’re eating now is emergency rations we only eat when there’s absolutely nothing else to eat…”

As Sun Hang spoke, he suddenly realized a problem: Nur had absolutely no concept of those delicacies. Even if he recited a long list of dishes, the other person probably wouldn't understand what they referred to. After thinking for a moment, Sun Hang simply placed one hand on Nur's head.

The next second, Sun Hang transmitted the scene of enjoying the food to Nur through "memory sharing".

This was not just a visual or auditory experience, but a holistic sensory memory. For Nur, in that instant, he felt as if he had become Sun Hang himself from his memories, indulging in delicacies he had never seen or heard of before.

The senses of smell, taste, touch of the tongue and the inside of the mouth, the spurting soup when biting down... Nur was completely stunned, his eyes vacant, his mouth slightly open, and crystal clear saliva slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

"Wake up." Sun Hang gently slapped him, forcibly pulling him out of this "wonderful dream." "If you take me to your settlement, I can not only guarantee that you won't die, but also guarantee that you can eat these things every day."

"Really...really?"

“I guarantee it.” Sun Hang looked directly into Nur’s eyes. “Whether you believe me or not is up to you.”

In Nur's eyes, Sun Hang's eyes were full of sincerity, and for a moment, he seemed to have already seen his bright future...

“Okay!” Nur said.

Sun Hang smiled with satisfaction. Just now, he had used his abilities to give Nur multiple "mental suggestions," completely erasing Nur's doubts and worries.

Nur dismantled the sand boat and used its materials to make something like a sled, which he tied to his feet—only in this way could he prevent his feet from sinking into the sand when walking on the sea of ​​sand.

Sun Hang stepped onto the skateboard, while holding onto Nur with one hand—Sun Hang provided the kinetic energy, while Nur provided the direction.

As for the advance team, which was extremely anxious, they received an order from Sun Hang to "stay put".

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Twenty minutes later, Nur led Sun Hang to stop in front of a sand dune.

At this moment, Nur's expression had become somewhat distorted, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat—not because of the heat, but because the burning pain from the "Hunter's Mark" on his arm had reached an unbearable level.

"Do you hunters have to endure this kind of hardship every time you go out to hunt down messengers from the underworld?" Sun Hang couldn't help but ask.

“Hmm… wait… wait until the mark disappears.” Nur nodded. “A short period of pain is better than… getting lost in the desert… and finally dying….”

(End of this chapter)