Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 80 Why are you running?

The genocide of the Kuruta tribe caused a sensation at the time.

But no one knew that there was a young man who bore it all.

Unbearable sadness and anger, the loss of soul like a zombie...

The boy named Kurapika struggled and breathed in the darkness like the deep ocean.

The tragic deaths of his tribesmen that were seared into his memory would occasionally become scenes of nightmares, wreaking havoc on his spirit.

In the first year after the genocide, Kurapika almost collapsed.

But he was not defeated in the end, and he gradually cheered up in his daze.

He wants to avenge his people and find their eyes...

No matter how difficult and painful the road is, he must never retreat.

At least, the souls of the tribesmen should have a place to return to.

In front of the busy airport hall.

Kurapika, with a childish face, tightened the shoulder strap of his bag, and his dim eyes reflected the figures passing by him.

He stopped in front of the door, lowered his head subconsciously to avoid any gazes that might be directed at him, and then followed the crowd into the hall.

The sudden knowledge of the whereabouts of his tribesmen made this fourteen-year-old boy, who had not yet gotten rid of his immaturity, decide to go to Youkexin almost without thinking.

Perhaps there is no more energy to think about how to see the eyes of the tribe members, and how to take back the eyes of the tribe members...

This kind of goal, which requires planning and operation, is undoubtedly harsh for a teenager who has just escaped from the quagmire and is already physically and mentally devastated.

So from a rational point of view, the boy should not walk into this airport gate that welcomes and sees off people every day.

But no matter how many times he does it, the boy will probably still follow his emotions and make the decision to step through the door.

In the spacious and open airport hall, various sounds such as conversations, footsteps, and luggage dragging blend together, making it quite noisy.

Kurapika entered the hall, carefully avoiding bumping into others, and weaved a crooked route through the crowd, heading towards the registration desk.

When passing the rest area, Kurapika caught a glimpse of a blonde girl with twin ponytails about his age standing alone in front of a magazine rack, but he didn't linger on her gaze for long.

In front of the magazine rack.

The blonde girl with twin ponytails pulled out a magazine with a photo of a blonde handsome man on the cover from the shelf with shining eyes.

What a wonderful encounter it was while waiting for the flight.

The girl with twin ponytails was excited and praised the humanity of the airport in her heart.

"Suck it."

Wiping the crystal from the corners of her mouth with the back of her delicate white-gloved hand, the girl with twin ponytails laughed foolishly while eagerly flipping through the magazine that had just been released but she hadn't had time to buy.

The pedestrians around noticed the girl with twin ponytails behaving strangely and looked at her in surprise.

However, the girl with twin ponytails didn't care about the strange looks coming from all directions, and was immersed in the charm of various handsome men.

In comparison, the other blond boy who was walking away seemed particularly lonely, sensitive, and even fragile.
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South Peace Auction House, VIP guest room.

Aksai, who was over fifty years old and had wrinkles on his face, met Moro here.

"nice one."

Aksai pinched the emerald between his thumb and index finger and held it above his head. With the reflection of the light, he could see a ray of emerald green sheen that seemed like life.

This is just an unheated gem that has not been artificially treated.

With this quality alone, the color and clarity of the gemstone would be qualitatively improved if it were heat treated.

However, Aksai loves this natural form that has not been artificially processed. Even though he can foresee the high quality after processing, he has no intention of transforming it at all.

After placing the unheated emerald in a box prepared in advance, Axel looked at Moreau across from him and said with a smile, "I haven't seen a natural gem of such high quality for a long time. Mr. Moreau is really good at finding it from an inconspicuous clock." "Thank you, Mr. Axel."

Moreau's heart moved slightly.

He did not tell Aksai the origin of the unheated emerald, nor had he ever heard of any relationship between Aksai and the antique shop. Perhaps the young female owner uploaded the photo of the gem to one of Youkexin's communication channels.

This is not uncommon as it is the annual auction event.

Many antique shop owners and potential customers will actively exchange information during this period, but most of them are just showing off.

This is also a characteristic of most collectors.

The reason why they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy various collections is, on the one hand, to satisfy their own preferences, and on the other hand, to show off among like-minded people.

Aksai closed the box gently and said calmly, "There is one thing that makes me curious. How did Mr. Moreau know in advance that there was a natural emerald hidden in the clock, and how did he promise me two days ago?"

"Mr. Axel, I didn't tell you in advance that I would give you an emerald. Even without this emerald, I could still buy other gems that would satisfy you. It's just that I was lucky and happened to come across it while sweeping the streets."

Moro had a faint smile on his face and said in a steady tone: "This is Youkexin. If you have money, you can buy your favorite things, right?"

"Haha, that's true."

Aksai thought that Moro had only talked about gems before, so he didn't want to delve into it further and turned to talk about the auction of several collections such as the Fiery Red Eye.

Moreau had no objection to the auction date of the 10th, which was arbitrarily decided by South Peace Auction House.

Being able to send several collections such as the Fiery Red Eye to the South Piss Auction when the auction was halfway through was already the best result.

Anyway, he will stay in Youkexin until the auction is over.

After settling on the auction matters, Moreau did not stay for long. After leaving the South Pease Auction House, he went straight to the bidding market in the city.

It was a popular market with relatively free buying and selling, but the bargaining model was changed to a bidding method similar to that of an auction. In general, it was a mixture of an auction and a flea market.

In places like this, you can see all kinds of goods on the stalls, so there are naturally many opportunities to find bargains.

However, even if you can find a bargain, you basically can't make much profit from the price difference.

Moreau's original intention was not to make money, but to recharge the annual rings.

In a market like this that covers everything, it is very likely that you will find some magical items with attached spirits.

Especially at this point in time...

Two days later.

Moro visited all the civilian auction markets in various regions and found five items with attached Qi.

The energy of the annual rings also reaches 26%.

Compared to this, the charging efficiency of dead thoughts is higher. Perhaps through certain channels, you can find some commissions to sublimate dead thoughts. In this way, you can charge efficiently and make a lot of money.

Walking on the road to the market, Moro thought silently.

"Oops~"

Suddenly, a blonde girl who thought she was super cute accidentally sprained her ankle and fell pitifully on the road right in front of Moro.

Then the beautiful girl slowly raised her head with tears in her eyes.

"Eh? Where is the person?"

But the young man with a thoughtful look on his face was no longer in front of him.

The beautiful girl turned around suddenly and saw the boy running away. In the blink of an eye, he ran a long way away.

"???"

No, why are you running?

(End of this chapter)