Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 48 Chance Encounter
Although humans controlled by puppetry have lost their shadows, they can use their mental energy to increase their strength.

Before the airship exploded, Lu Yuan hid in the shadow of an ordinary person, then used a dozen puppet humans to wrap up the ordinary person, and finally fell straight into the lake from a high altitude.

Faced with the impact of falling into the water, although the puppet humans had the added strength of their mental energy, several of them were still damaged.

And the ordinary person who was wrapped in it died on the spot.

Lu Yuan came out of the shadow space and swam to the shore.

The puppet humans who followed his orders also returned to the shore.

After getting ashore, Lu Yuan collapsed on the ground, his face full of fatigue.

The types of abilities of Shadowless Guichu are complex. Although there are diversified ways to use them, the cost is that the consumption of mental energy is too high.

After several struggles, Lu Yuan's physical strength and energy were almost exhausted.

"Damn it... we only saved seven."

Looking up at the seven puppet humans who were barely intact, Lu Yuan gritted his teeth.

Given the situation at the time, he had very little time to operate.

If he had delayed a few more seconds, he would have died in the explosion.

Being able to save the seven puppet humans in such a critical situation was already a good result.

He was just angry that these trivial things affected the mission.

At the moment, there is no way to determine Moro's whereabouts, let alone continue to attack.

Lu Yuan struggled to calm his emotions, let out a long breath, closed his eyes and dozed off.

Missing a great opportunity to take action does not mean the mission has failed.

Once he recovers, he can look for another opportunity.

Under the moonlight, Lu Yuan leaned against a tree, surrounded by seven motionless puppets that looked like zombies, protecting him in the middle.

Compared to Shikahara's deep fatigue, Moro on the other side was in a pretty good state in terms of physical strength and potential.

This is thanks to the upgrade benefits brought by the head on the airship.

With his mind surging all over his body, Moro walked along the shore, straight towards the three men who had just hunted down the giant-horned white deer.

He hoped to get some information from these three people and borrow their cell phone.

"Excuse me, everyone."

To prevent the other party from overreacting, Moro raised his hand and greeted the other party from a distance.

at this time.

The three men were cutting the giant horn with great excitement when they suddenly heard Moro's call. Their faces changed immediately, and they picked up their hunting rifles without any hesitation and pointed the muzzles in the direction where the sound came from.

When they saw that the person who spoke was a dirty-looking teenager, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"It's a child."

"So what? We were seen."

"killed?"

"Nonsense...what do you think we are doing?"

Among the three, the oldest bearded man made the decision the fastest.

Poaching giant-horned white deer is a serious crime, and the penalty is calculated based on weight. The minimum sentence for the coral horn of an adult white deer is 20 years.

There was murderous intent in the bearded man's eyes. What they were doing was shameful in the first place. At this moment, he was too lazy to ask Moreau's intention. He just took aim and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The sound of silenced gunshots still echoed over the lake.

The bullet cut through the air and headed straight for Moreau.

When the bearded man was about to kill him, Moro had already sensed it and immediately dodged out of the range of his gun.

The bullet flew past him and disappeared into the night.

When the bearded man saw Moro dodge the gunshot, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled the bolt to eject the still hot shell.

"What are you doing standing still? Shoot!"

As he opened his mouth to urge his companions, the bearded man raised his gun and aimed at Moro.

But this time, Morrow didn't give him a chance to shoot.

A few mental bullets crossed the distance between life and death and shot the three people holding guns in the head.

Amidst the splattering of blood, the three men fell to the ground with their hunting rifles, making a dull thud.

Moreau came to the three corpses, and then looked at the corpse of the antler deer nearby.

"Poachers?"

Looking away, Moro looked cold.

He didn't recognize the giant-horned white deer, but judging from the decisive actions of the three men in firing the gun, they were most likely criminals engaged in poaching.

Maybe they didn't care why a teenager appeared in the dense forest, they only cared about how to cover up the crime.

Moro half-knelt down, searched one of the bodies and took out a mobile phone. He turned it on and dialed Kangzai's number.

Toot, toot...

After one minute of silence.

There was no response from Kangzai and the call was automatically disconnected.

Moro called several more times, but there was no response.

"Could it be that his phone was also crushed? It's unlikely... For a martial arts-type 12 Earthly Branches, he must be very proficient in advanced techniques like 'Zhou'."

Morrow put down his phone and glanced at the light mist around him, like light smoke.

It’s impossible for Kang Jae to be so unlucky as to fall into the swamp, right…?
The humidity in this area is very high, and there are probably swamps there, so it is possible.

Thinking of this, Moro's mind flashed with the scene of Kangzai plunging into the swamp like a javelin, and he shuddered.

That scene was so tragic...

Moro shook his head and sent a text message to Argo, then without waiting for a reply, he put his phone away and continued searching for the body.

Pistol, cigarettes, lighter, compass...

Putting aside the pistols and other useful items he had found, Moro checked the backpacks of the corpses and found some dry food, clean water, and poached items.

The claws of an unknown creature, a beak of mixed colors, and even emerald green animal eyes sealed in a bottle...

By finding these things that were taken from certain animals, we can basically confirm the identities of these people.

"No wonder he's so brutal."

Moreau glanced at the body next to him.

My original intention was to ask for directions, but I never expected these people to bring disaster upon themselves.

Morrow pulled the backpack over, took out a can of meat, pried it open and started eating.

After simply filling his stomach, Moro cleared out a backpack and put the necessary items and food into it.

As for the tips of the claws and the antlers cut off from the ground, it was of course impossible to take them with them.

Based on the regional map he found in his backpack, he had determined that his location was a forest in the Mingbo Republic.

In terms of identity, it can barely be considered illegal entry.

If you bring along these poached items that are suspected to be of great value, it would be a double DeBuff.

Moro packed his backpack and suddenly became alert. He picked up his pistol and pointed it at the woods ahead where visibility was quite low, while he naturally gathered his mental energy in his other hand.

From the time he killed the poacher until now, he has never let his guard down.

Now that I heard some slight noises, I immediately became alert.

rustle.

A man pushed aside the overgrown bushes and appeared in front of Moro in a swaggering manner.

As if he didn't see the gun in Moreau's hand, the man's gaze swept across the corpses and half-cut deer antlers on the ground. His eyes changed slightly, and then he glanced at the poached prey scattered on the ground nearby.

Then, the man's gaze returned to Morrow and he said calmly, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Benjamin, and I'm a professional gourmet hunter."

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(End of this chapter)