Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 192 Kurapika's Action

Benjamin's satchel was bulging with poachers' spoils.

Kurt squatted aside, searching carefully, and soon found various furs, fangs, horns, and even bags of internal organs and meat from the bag.

If these things were taken to the black market, they could indeed be sold for a lot of money.

But the most valuable things on Benjamin were not the poaching trophies, but the boning knife, one of the seven kitchen knives, and his hunting license.

Moreau picked up the ruby boning knife that had fallen to the ground and found a hunter's license on Benjamin's body.

A hunter's license can only be used by the hunter himself, and for Moreau, the value of the license depends on how much a collector is willing to pay for it.

Generally speaking, prices are expressed in billions.

As for the other red jade boning knife, if it were put up for auction, its price would probably be similar to that of the red jade poultry knife, both around 500 million.

However, if you can collect a set of seven kitchen knives, the overall price may increase several times.

"I'm not a professional hunter, so it shouldn't be a problem to sell this license."

As Moro thought about it, he put the license away.

The Hunter Association requires its members to abide by ten rules, which were established by Netero.

Article 4 clearly stipulates that one cannot attack fellow professional hunters.

But Moreau is not a professional hunter, so he doesn't need to follow these rules.

After he sells his hunting license, even if the professional hunters in the association who are responsible for the missing members' cases find him through the buying and selling clues, they will not make a big fuss.

But if he was a professional hunter, the situation would be completely different.

In a sense, Hunter Jujo is such a cold existence.

Putting away the hunter's license, Moro gently grasped the ruby boning knife.

Compared with the poultry knife, the boning knife is smaller and its practical value is relatively weaker.

Moro's mind moved, and he absorbed the energy from the boning knife without hesitation.

In an instant, the spiritual energy lingering on the crystal blade was quickly devoured by the annual rings, and the energy bar began to grow.

90%, 91%…

It continued to rise until it reached around 96% and then stopped.

“It’s only about 4% away.”

Moro looked down at the second circle of annual ring energy bar on the back of his hand, thinking silently in his heart.

He didn't need the practical value of the boning knife, so naturally he wouldn't miss out on the ingenuity of the boning knife.

He was not surprised to have a 6% energy gain.

Because no matter whether it is a poultry knife or a boning knife, the energy attached to them is quite condensed.

This is also the reason why he had to buy the poultry knife in the first place.

And using the boning knife's absorption results as a reference, he could basically determine the energy gain of the Ruby Bird Knife.

In other words, as long as he wanted, he could charge the annual ring energy to 100% at any time by absorbing the Red Jade Bird Knife's spiritual energy.

"Leave this boning knife to Mengqi."

Moreau untied the special leather sheath from the corpse and inserted the boning knife into it.

He had no intention of selling the boning knife. He just waited for Meng Qi to help him find a replacement weapon, and then gave them together with the poultry knife to Meng Qi.

After counting the spoils, Moreau and Kurt gave up their plans to rest and continued on their journey at night.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that I finally walked out of this evil place.

After returning to human society, the first thing Moreau did was to find a hotel in a nearby town, to wash off the dust of the past few days and to charge his mobile phone.

The space where the secret realm is located not only blocks Kurt's ability to find people, but also completely blocks cell phone signals, causing him and Kurt to be almost isolated from the world during this period of time.

After the phone was charged, Moro turned it on immediately.

As the screen lights up, a bunch of missed calls and unread messages come into view.

He first opened the missed call list and found that most of the calls were from Biscuit.

Then, he switched to the message list, and the messages at the top were all from Bisiji.

Judging from the time, Biscuit sends a message almost every day before going to bed.

Moro randomly clicked on one of the messages. The content was brief, mainly telling him that Kurapika had already left the sect.

"A month ago?"

Moro carefully checked the time of the messages and found that Biscuit's earliest message was sent a month ago.

The tone of the initial message was normal, simply informing him of the matter.

But as time went on, perhaps because he had not responded yet, Biscuit's tone in the message began to become impatient.

By the end, Biscuit was already suspecting that he had encountered some kind of accident, so he attached a sentence after each message: Call me back if you’re still alive!
Moro did not call back, but only sent Biscuit a message: Not dead.

After replying to the message, Moro checked other messages.

But before he could read a few messages, Bisiji called him.

As soon as Moro answered the phone, Bisiji's voice came from the phone: "Where the hell have you been all this time? You didn't reply to my letters, and I couldn't sleep for a day!"

"..."

Moro was speechless for a while, shook his head, and then explained: "I realized that I still have a lot of shortcomings in my Nen skills, so I found a secluded place and practiced hard for several months."

"Tsk, he just won the Olympic fighting championship and now he's going to practice..."

Biscuit didn't know what to say for a moment.

If she had not had in-depth contact with Moreau, she would have suspected whether Moreau was the same as her, looking young on the surface but actually in his forties or fifties.

Otherwise, at Moro's age, how could he resist the temptation of fame and status, and throw away the halo of the Olympic fighting champion and instead devote himself to a new round of hard training?

This is incredible.

If he were an ordinary young man, he would have been full of vigor and vitality, even arrogant and domineering.

How could Biscuit know that Moreau's desire for "progress" was all caused by the "death node".

"At least you're okay."

Biscuit said casually.

Professional hunters mostly engage in high-risk work, so they will occasionally contact each other.

If we cannot get in touch with them, we will leave a message and let them know we will call you back when we are free.

This is also the original intention of the Hunter Association to develop communication software.

"Ah."

Moro could feel Biscuit's concern.

After ending the call with Biscuit, Moro flipped through other messages.

There are Menqi and Kurapika’s, as well as Huashi Doulang and others.

Mengqi sent a lot of messages, which were basically introducing some special foods, as well as the progress of finding suitable weapons and the growth of Chimera.

Kurapika simply mentioned that he had completed his training in "Nen ability".

As for Hua Shi Dou Lang——

There is some news that is worthy of Moro's attention.

In his message, Hua Shi Dou Lang mentioned Hisoka and a match between him and Hisoka.

It was March 3th, which was exactly one month ago.

When Moro saw Hua Shidoulang's message, he remembered -

Yes, the six-month agreement with Hisoka is around March.

At that time, he should have been waiting for Hisoka in the Sky Arena, but because he was trying to digest the experience of Nen techniques, he accidentally stood Hisoka up.

Moro collected his thoughts and read Hua Shidoulang's message carefully.

The content is roughly about Hisoka going to the Sky Arena to keep a date, but he didn't wait for him.

Then Hisoka challenged Hua Shi Dou Lang to a duel.

Hua Shi Dou Lang had just recovered at that time, and he simply agreed to the challenge from Xi Suo. They had a match...

As a result, Hua Shi Dou Lang lost, and lost miserably.

He had just recovered, but was beaten by Hisoka and had to stay in bed for another month.

But compared to the physical pain, Hua Shi Dou Lang cares more about what Xi Suo said to him: Well, you are not qualified yet, so I will give you some more time.

After that, Hisoka left the Sky Arena and no one knew where he went.

After reading Hua Shidoulang's message, Moro raised his hand and rubbed his brows.

Don't know where you went...

Needless to say?

You must be looking for me frantically, right?
Moro put away his phone, feeling that Hisoka might suddenly appear at any time like a ghost behind him.

"Never mind, let's find Feitan first."

Time is running out. As long as the problem of dead nodes can be solved smoothly, everything else will be easy.

Early the next morning.

Moro and Kurt left the town and set out on a journey to find Feitan according to the guidance of the Paper Man of Life.

…………

Kajin Kingdom, a town in the eastern region.

As night falls, the pubs on the street are brightly lit and the noise is endless.

The alley, just a few walls away from the pub, was completely silent, save for the faint sound of sewage flowing.

Suddenly, a dull thumping sound was heard in the alley. It was the sound of a fist hitting a human body.

Then, a man's scream broke the silence.

A middle-aged man who had just woken up from a coma looked at the blond boy in front of him with horror.

His face was red and swollen in many places, and blood was constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth and nose, staining his collar red.

"I've already given you the intelligence, what else do you want...!"

The middle-aged man's voice trembled and his body shook like a sieve.

If he had known that the young man in front of him was so cruel, he would never have had such evil thoughts.

"The intelligence is false."

The blond boy was none other than Kurapika.

He stared at the middle-aged man expressionlessly, the chain on his right hand glowing coldly in the dim light.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly tried to explain.

But before he could open his mouth, Kurapika's fist hit him hard in the face with the sound of a chain.

The intense pain instantly tore his nerves apart, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

“I was wrong, I was wrong…!!!”

The middle-aged man lay on the ground, wailing softly and begging for mercy at the top of his lungs, "I don't know the whereabouts of Spider at all. I will return the intelligence fee to you. Please don't hit me anymore!!"

"..."

Kurapika didn't say anything, but just clenched his fists tightly, and then slowly loosened them after a few seconds.

In order to investigate the whereabouts of the Phantom Troupe, he met one swindler after another in just one month.

It seemed that as long as he continued along this road, the ugliness of human nature would slowly unfold before his eyes like a painting.

finally--

He might also be part of this picture.

But if he could send a member of the Phantom Troupe to hell, then it wouldn't matter even if he became the person he hated the most.

After a long time.

Kurapika walked out of the alley and looked toward the brightly lit sidewalk.

On the street, couples were walking together, hugging each other, with happy smiles on their faces.

There were parents holding their children's hands and jumping around, laughing happily.

An old man was holding a kitten, his expression gentle and peaceful...

Suddenly, a beam of dazzling car light swept across the driveway, causing Kurapika to turn his head and look away from the sidewalk.

He lowered his head and looked at the blood on the back of his hand. After standing still for a moment, he silently retreated into the shadow in the backlight and moved forward along the shadow.

During this period, he encountered a lot of false information, but he also gained something.

He confirmed the news that members of the Phantom Troupe appeared in Kakin Country.

So as long as the target does not deliberately cover his whereabouts, he can follow this clue to find the other party.

That's why he's here.

However, Kurapika is not arrogant enough to think that he can fight against the entire Phantom Troupe.

His plan was to first find a member of the Phantom Troupe, and then test his Nen ability through observation or actual combat.

That being said, if the Phantom Troupe members being pursued are multiple...

He wasn't sure if he could control his impulse.

…………

In an abandoned building, dull hammering sounds echoed in the empty building.

Finks, the fifth member of the Phantom Troupe, was wearing a sports suit and punching a sandbag with full concentration.

Each of his punches carries his mental energy. When it hits the sandbag, a portion of his mental energy will be separated in a short moment to strengthen the sandbag's mass so that it can withstand his power.

drip-

Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone interrupted Finks' actions.

He stopped punching, took out his cell phone, saw that it was a call from Xiake, and answered it immediately.

"what's up?"

Finks asked directly.

The hearty laughter of the knight came from the other end of the phone: "I want to ask Feitan something, but I can't contact him. Finks, are you and Feitan in the same place?"

"No."

Finks looked at the night outside the building, "Feitan went to watch a memorial ceremony called the 'Return of the Soul'. I have no interest in that, so I didn't go with him."

"Oh, the Soul Returning Ceremony."

The knight suddenly realized.

Finks was a little curious: "Why, you are also paying attention to this?"

"Oh, no."

The knight explained, "It's just that I heard Feitan mention it before. The memorial ceremony is to punish the 'perpetrator' with capital punishment, to commemorate the deceased who unfortunately died. Feitan is probably interested in the kind of execution method in the ceremony that can cause intense pain but will not let the sacrifice die easily."

“It sounds troublesome.”

Finks looked disgusted.

The knight seemed to be able to imagine Finks' reaction, and couldn't help but smile, then asked: "Then I already know where Feitan is going. Since I can't contact him, I will go directly to him. Finks, do you want to go with me?"

"Forget it, wait until that thing is over, then come find me again."

Finks refused outright.

Rather than taking part in that torturous memorial ceremony, he would rather hit the sandbag a few more times.

"alright."

The knight knew that Finks had no interest in such things, so he didn't force it.

After hanging up the phone, the knight put the phone in his pocket and said to himself: "Returning Soul Festival, Feitan must want to learn that technique."

He smiled and then set off.

(End of this chapter)