Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 12 Undercurrent
Mind is a kind of ability that anyone can master, and it is hidden in everyone.

However, most people in the world are not aware of the existence of thoughts.

Despite this, some people who have excelled in their respective fields are able to use telekinesis without knowing it.

This seems to be a manifestation of extreme concentration, or perhaps a strong emotion poured into the exquisite craftsmanship...

Therefore, any object created by human hands may be endowed with spiritual energy by the creators.

Moreau called these objects "mentions".

The lingering energy on the objects of thought is mostly very weak, and can only be seen clearly through "concentration".

But the amazing thing is——

Although it is such a weak energy, it can withstand the erosion of time and last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Even if the person who released the energy has been erased by time, even if the carrier has decayed, it still exists.

They are like the natural enemies of time, shocking to think about.

Moro stroked the sheath of the katana.

Senluo is the name of this knife.

Among all the mental objects he has come into contact with, Senluo's mental energy strength can be ranked among the top three.

Even without concentrating, you can intuitively see the fluctuation of your mental energy.

If he had not learned about Senluo's background from his peers before his rebirth, he would not have been able to retain this opportunity at an extremely low price.

If I remember correctly, the final transaction price of Senluo was as high as 1.26 billion Jieni.

If it weren't for the fact that Sen Luo was involved in a murder case, making it twice as difficult to sell, it should have been sold at a higher price.

Moro did not try to absorb the mental energy immediately, and stuffed Senluo back into the black cloth.

The masked man roughly confirmed the authenticity of the banknotes, then without counting them, he closed the suitcase and looked at Moro in front of him.

"is that OK?"

He was carrying a suitcase and glancing around with the corner of his eye as he spoke, with his other hand behind his back.

Moro saw the masked man's actions but didn't care.

Because Senluo's origin is already on the red line, the masked man would be afraid of everything.

Morrow nodded, indicating that it was okay.

"Row."

The masked man faced Moro, took a few steps back, and turned directly into the intersection.

Moro looked over and heard hurried footsteps gradually fading away. He thought that the masked man was worried about something happening, so he ran away from the scene.

The masked man's thief-like behavior and his paranoid reaction seemed normal to Morrow.

This is the characteristic of Youkexin City.

Although opportunities are everywhere, they are also accompanied by all kinds of human malice.

The footsteps soon faded away, and Moro carried Senluo and left in another direction.

Back at the hotel, Moro untied the black cloth that wrapped Senluo.

Senluo's scabbard has red and white stripes intertwined with each other, and the handle and guard are grayish white, and the overall look vaguely shows some age.

Morrow lifted the gauntlet with his thumb.

As the blade was unsheathed, smoke-like spiritual energy surged out, then quickly dispersed, flowing to every corner of the blade.

The blade was clear and bright, reflecting Moro's face.

But this is an unsharpened samurai sword.

Moreau admired the blade as a miscellaneous appraiser, and then slowly sheathed it.

Unsharpened, unstained with blood.

However, there was a very obvious presence of spiritual energy attached to the sword.

It is hard to imagine how much strong emotion the person who forged this knife poured into it at the time.

Moro stared at the sheathed Senluo, and with an intention, he tried to absorb the mental energy attached to Senluo.

Suddenly, the mental energy rushed towards Moro's right hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, all the spiritual energy was absorbed by the annual rings.

Moro looked down at the back of his hand holding the knife and could see a small green energy bar growing in the second ring of growth.

Judging from the length of the energy bar, it is about 3~4%.

In the past, absorbing this level of energy would require about five or six mental objects.

From this, it can be seen that Senluo's mental energy strength is indeed outstanding, and it is worth it that he made a special trip to intercept him.

"The annual rings still have the ability to absorb spiritual energy, but..."

Moro let go of Senluo and raised his hand to his face, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

After the first ring was full, he was able to temporarily escape death, return to the original starting point, and load some relevant information into his consciousness. However, that information was limited to the first ring, and did not reveal the information of other rings.

It was not until now, after absorbing all the Senluo energy, that I was able to truly confirm that the annual rings' ability to absorb energy was still there.

So he couldn't be sure...

After the second circle of annual rings is full of energy, will it still give him another chance to be reborn after death?

Morrow lowered his hands and shook his head slightly.

Compared to the still uncertain issue of annual ring charging, other goals are ultimately a higher priority.

However, as long as he can successfully sell Senluo, he can accumulate funds while collecting various items of thought.

In this way, the efficiency of annual ring energy charging can be increased.

Thinking of this, Moro began to think about taking action against Senluo.

At present, he only knows that Senluo was involved in a homicide case, and after disappearing for a period of silence, the transaction price suddenly broke out to be as high as 1.2 billion.

He had no idea what kind of twists and turns were involved in this process.

What is certain is that taking action is always accompanied by risks.

Morrow is aware of this, but he is not overly conservative.

The brave will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation.

If you want to get rich returns, you must face equal risks.

Having worked in the antiques and miscellaneous items industry for more than half a year, he understands this principle best.

"Ok?"

Moro suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door.

at the same time.

In the corridor outside the door, two burly men were creeping towards us, leaning against the wall.

They stood quietly on both sides of the door, first looked at each other, and then looked at the door at the same time.

………………

A brightly lit kitchen.

Where the lights were focused, a young man was lying naked on the kitchen counter.

Next to him stood a handsome man in a white suit.

The man held the scalpel and cut open the boy's chest with a focused expression.

As the blood vessels in his skin burst, the compressed blood spurted towards the handsome man.

In an instant, the man's white suit was stained with large patches of blood, which looked extremely dazzling.

If Moreau were here, he would have recognized the boy on the kitchen counter as one of the piglets imprisoned in the cage of the truck with him.

The man in the suit suddenly stopped and asked, "How much more have you not recovered?"

"One."

Not far away, there was a group of people watching, and one of them answered the question of the man in the suit.

The man in the suit looked up and asked, "Number 11?"

"Yes."

The man bowed slightly, looking respectful.

The man in the suit narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "If you can't get her back, just commit suicide."

"clear."

The man responded calmly, as if he didn't worry about his life.

………………

hotel room.

There was a dead body lying on the ground next to the door.

Corresponding to this is another sturdy man who is still alive and well, standing next to the sofa in the living room.

Moro half-knelt and looked at the big man with blood on his face, playing with the pistol he had just seized in his hand.

"A bloodhound, huh... it comes as soon as it smells something."

After a pause, a hint of coldness flashed across Morrow's eyes.

"That's right, I need your help with something."

"!!!"

Hearing the coldness in Moro's tone, the burly man suddenly showed a look of fear.

(End of this chapter)