Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 93: So you can also eliminate thoughts! (33)

For a moment Moreau did not know what to say.

If conditions permit, he would really like to get away from Siji.

I never thought that some clues would be discovered.

Being older is powerful.

Moro sighed in his heart, then pretended to be puzzled and was about to speak...

Biscuit glared and turned away without waiting for Moro to speak.

She had basically guessed what Moreau was going to say.

It was nothing more than the opening line "A cute person like you..."

These words, which should have made her happy and intoxicated, came from Moreau's mouth, but instead made her feel uncomfortable like poison.

Moro watched Biscuit turn and leave, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, under the guidance of the staff, he went to pay and take away the red jade bird knife he had just won the auction.

"Whether or not to absorb the mind energy depends on my will. Very good."

Holding the red jade bird knife in your hand, you will feel it is heavy and solid.

The important thing is, there is no need to worry about the spiritual energy on the sword being absorbed by the annual rings' ability.

Although there is no proof, Moro believes that a bird knife with energy attached will be sharper. Since it is to be used as a handy weapon, it is impossible to absorb the energy on the knife.

"really not bad."

Moro waved the red jade bird knife and was reluctant to let it go.

Then he thought of the important matter and inserted the Red Jade Bird Knife into the specially equipped scabbard made of a kind of flying dragon skin.

Putting away the knife, Moreau walked straight towards Buyer No. 56.

Buyer No. 56 is a gray-haired old man who looks energetic.

Next to the old man was a young man about the same age as Moreau, with a stern face and a sense of seriousness from the inside out.

"Hello."

Moreau came up to the old man.

The old man looked at Morrow and was about to speak when the young man next to him asked first, "What's the matter?"

His tone was cold, and he exuded an obvious aura of rejection.

Moro glanced at the young man and ignored him. Instead, he met the old man's questioning gaze and said solemnly, "The execution knife you photographed carries the resentment of the deceased. If an ordinary person touches it, it will definitely harm his body and mind."

"Oh, you're an exorcist?"

The old man slightly opened his eyelids, a little surprised.

Moreau was startled.

Exorcist...

Yes, people who do not understand "thoughts" usually regard the strange phenomena caused by thoughts of death as the work of the soul.

In their eyes, those who have the ability to eliminate thoughts are called psychics or exorcists.

"Yes, if you don't mind, please let me help you purify the resentment on the executioner's knife."

Moreau decisively accepted the identity, fearing that the old man would disagree, and then added: "It's free, and it won't take you too long."

"Well."

The old man groaned when he heard this.

The young man next to him frowned, resisting the urge to drive Moro away.

The old man thought for a moment, nodded to Morrow and said, "Thank you very much."

Hearing his grandfather's agreement, the boy slowly opened his eyes, somewhat incredulous.

How could this guy, who looked about the same age as him, be an exorcist!

After a while.

The three of them moved to the guest lounge.

Then, with the old man's consent, the auction house sent the execution knife over.

When you look at it from a close distance, you can definitely feel the chill coming from the blade. Just looking at it from a distance makes one feel uncomfortable.

"please."

The old man raised his hand as an invitation.

He is not a person with special abilities, but he can see things like resentment.

It just didn't look very clear, probably just a ball of black fog.

So when Moreau mentioned the resentment left on the execution knife, I basically believed what Moreau said.

Under his gaze, Moro suppressed his excitement, walked to the execution knife, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the blade. As his thought moved, the dark energy on the execution knife was suddenly drawn into the tattoo on the back of his hand.

at the same time.

The memory of beheadings was forcibly engraved into Moro's mind again and again, and with it came the complaints, despair, unwillingness, and anger of the beheaded people...

However, the mixture of many emotions is not as good as the real experience of beheading.

This is nothing to Moreau.

Moro withdrew his hand and glanced at the energy bar on the back of his hand. It had increased from 26% to 34%.

Previously, I worked very hard to find five items in the bidding market, but only converted 6%. Now, the death thought on an execution knife, even though it doesn't seem to be very strong, can bring an 8% increase.

As expected, the energy of death thoughts is stronger.

Moro smiled, then turned sideways to look at the old man and said seriously, "Okay, I have helped you purify the resentment on the execution knife."

He thought to himself that even if he was blasted as a liar, it would be worth it.

However, he didn't expect that the old man would be amazed and said, "Amazing! This is the first time I've seen an exorcist purify evil spirits so easily."

The young man next to the old man was furious and was about to attack Moro, but after hearing his grandfather's exclamation, he was stunned.

What's wrong with grandpa? Is he suffering from Alzheimer's disease?

This wasn't the first time he had seen exorcism, so how could it be done with just a touch?
The boy's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

Moro ignored the young man from beginning to end, looked at the old man with some surprise, and asked, "Can you see resentment?"

Only by seeing the resentment can you know that he has just purified it.

But the old man in front of him was clearly an ordinary person...

“I can see a little bit.”

The old man nodded slowly, and looked at Morrow with respect: "Sir, could you please leave me your contact information?"

"Uh."

ten minutes later.

The old man and the young man left with the executioner's knife.

Moreau was left alone in the room, a smile on his face.

What an unexpected surprise.

Not only did he get a large amount of annual ring energy for free, but he also received a reward of 1 million that the old man insisted on paying.

More importantly, the old man is the owner of a private museum, and he said that if there is a need in the future, he will take the initiative to find him to remove the thoughts.

This simply provided him with a channel to stably collect the energy from the annual rings.

Looking down at the 34% energy bar on the back of his hand, Moro thought that after solving the death node, he could engage in this industry. Not only could he make money easily, but he could also recharge the annual rings.

crunch--

The door to the guest lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Biscuit walked in and looked Moreau up and down with a look of surprise.

Seeing Biscuit, Moro rolled his eyes rarely.

This guy……

The previous action of glaring and walking away was just a smokescreen.

Just to secretly see what he was going to do.

But with this old lady's level, if she wanted to hide it, it would be difficult for him to detect.

Unless the old lady develops murderous intentions towards him.

Bisiji said with a surprised look on his face: "So you can also remove thoughts, and dead thoughts... Tsk, looking at your current state, it seems that you are quite relaxed."

"It's not easy. When I was thinking, it felt like I was beheaded 10,000 times."

Moreau sighed.

Biscuit took a deep breath when he heard that, and then looked at Moro as if he was looking at an epic and rare creature.

Those who have the ability to purify thoughts are already extremely rare, and those who can purify thoughts of the afterlife are even rarer.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Bisiji wouldn't have believed that a young person like Moro actually possessed the ability to eliminate thoughts of death.

The potential is endless!
Thinking of this, Bisiji took out his phone and said with a smile: "I came to see you because I suddenly remembered that we didn't exchange contact information. Did I disturb you?"

"..."

Morrow glanced at the door that had just been casually opened and sighed.

(End of this chapter)