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"Please help me, my lord, I want to be a hunter." An Ning looked up, gasping for breath.

The sand dove smiled, and the old laughter was a little regretful, "Boy, in fact, I have been helping you since you came in. ”

"However, I found that it was all in vain, and you can't be a hunter."

"My lord, why do you say that?" An Ning's body trembled, and he suddenly had some bad premonitions, and often these shit premonitions would be confirmed.

Sure enough, the sand dove spoke, "Death energy is like a weapon, there must be a place on the body, then you can master it, and this thing is called the soul aperture." ”

"If you want to become a hunter, you must first have a soul aperture, but among the ten directions of the soul aperture, you don't even have a soul aperture!"

"You, like most people, are destined to be an ordinary person."

The sand dove slowly narrated, thinking about the woman's choice in his heart, maybe in addition to not wanting this kid to embark on this road, maybe it was also because he didn't have a soul, and living a peaceful life was also something that many people envied.

An Ning's head hit the ground, and the sand dove's words seemed to drain the last trace of strength from him.

Unable to be a hunter.

There is no soul in the body.

Destined to be an ordinary person.

But how can you be willing?

Why should I be willing?

An Ning clenched his fists in pain, the nails on his fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, but the pain was not as good as the slightest in his heart.

From the beginning of his sensibility, there is not a day that he does not look forward to becoming a hunter and dreams of it.

But he doesn't have a soul trick, and he doesn't have one side, how can he accept it, even if it's just for him!

Suddenly, An Ning raised his head violently, his eyes were full of crimson bloodshots, "My lord, is there no other way?" Are there no exceptions? ”

The sand dove's eyes reopened, and he looked at An Ning suspiciously, and then said with a little puzzlement and abruptness: "Naturally, there are exceptions. ”

"Please tell me!" An Ning's eyes regained some brilliance.

The sand dove's fingers caressed the writing, and there was obvious hesitation in his eyes.

"Please tell me!" An Ning said firmly.

The sand dove was silent, he was inclined to tell An Ning the answer, but he was worried that the woman would come to him for trouble if she found out, as it could lead directly to An Ning's death.

The air in the trading room seemed to freeze.

After a while, the sand dove spoke, "When the hunter dies, his weapon will form a medium, which is what we call a medium. ”

An Ning nodded, he knew that, but did it have anything to do with making him a hunter?

"But it's just an ordinary medium." The sand dove looked at An Ning and said, "What many people don't know is that there is another special medium on top of the real medium and the virtual medium. ”

"This medium has its own independent mind, we call it, the phantom medium."

"What do you mean, as long as I find the illusion medium, I can become a hunter?" An Ning asked excitedly, he was not afraid of difficulties, but he was afraid of no hope.

Who knew that the sand dove shook his head and said with a sigh: "It's waiting for him to come to you." ”

"Wait for him to come to me?" An Ning's newly warmed heart suddenly cooled a lot, as if he had been thrown into an ice cave from the stove, he held on to the last glimmer of hope, and asked again, "Then can't I look for him?" ”

"Looking for him?" The sand dove looked at An Ning and looked at a fool, "Do you know what an illusion is?" Hunters who are devoured by their own death can become calamities, and intelligent calamities are phantoms. ”

An Ning's heart was completely cold, how could he not understand the meaning of the sand dove and go to find the calamity by himself? Isn't that just going to die?

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Xiao Luo, is Xiao Luo a phantom hunter?

The sand dove didn't know what An Ning was thinking, but said to herself, "Your sister was a phantom hunter in the first place. ”

"Okay, boy Ning, I've said everything I should say and shouldn't say the old man, get out."

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Out of the trading house, An Ning felt a long-lost warmth, sadly, this warmth came from the wind and sand.

An Ning left the ruined city, unwilling to see those numb faces, which would make him feel pitiful.

Maybe I'll be like these ordinary scavengers in the future? Silently waiting for the day of death.

An Ning thought in a daze, not even noticing that there were more and more people around him, and he could vaguely see that the person at the head was carrying a longbow behind his back.

Sou!

Iron Feather tore through the wind and sand, piercing through the wound on An Ning's left arm, bringing out a string of blood flowers.

An Ning came back to his senses, looked around, smiled lightly, and looked at the wound, it hurt, the pain was very familiar, it was the archery man from yesterday.

The same arrows, the same people, and alas, no one dragged the enemy for him anymore.

"You killed Kuroko?" An Ning asked, already prepared for the worst.

The man raised his eyebrows, looked at An Ning with a pair of eagle eyes, and said, "You are very interesting, don't worry, your brother is a man, and we will bury him." ”

An Ning nodded, calmly accepting this result, death in the wasteland is the most common, but it is precisely because of the ordinary that survival is more precious.

Maybe they shouldn't have grabbed any media in the first place.

At this time, the archer seemed to remember something, patted his head, and said with a smile: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, your brother was still alive when he was buried." ”

An Ning's body stiffened, his blood boiled, and his cold gaze was like a knife, staring at the archer.

Were sunspots buried alive?

"It's a pity that I wanted to let him go, but unfortunately he didn't climb out." The archer sighed, as if he felt guilty.

Flames burned in his chest, and An Ning suppressed his anger, holding the dagger, and strode towards the archer, as long as he let him get close to this man, he was sure that he would make him pay.

But he knew that it was difficult, and the other party's arrows were very accurate.

Sure enough, just after An Ning dodged an arrow, two arrow feathers that followed pierced his thigh, An Ning staggered, and the dagger fell to the ground, barely allowing himself to fall.

"Let me introduce myself, my surname is Peng, Peng Hui." Peng Hui said proudly, as if this name carries a different kind of honor.

However, to his disappointment, An Ning's face did not have any expression, as if he hadn't heard, which made him lose patience.

Peng Hui's face sank, "Give me those two mediums, and I can consider letting you go." ”

An Ning was silent, the pain in his leg made his expression twitch a little.

"Boy, my little master asks you!" At this time, a scavenger next to him came over and kicked Anning fiercely.

An Ning sighed in his heart, he actually wanted Peng Hui to come over, so he even lost the dagger, but unfortunately this person was very cautious, he believed that if he endured it any longer, he would not even have a chance to kill anyone.

In the sunlight, a little light shone in a flash, and An Ning's right hand slashed across the scavenger's neck, and at his fingertips, half of the blood-stained blade was clamped.

An Ning's eyes looked at Peng Hui, with a little sarcasm, he would remember this person.

The blade of his right hand slashed across his neck, blood spurted out, and An Ning fell to the ground, the red-hot blood staining the sand and blending perfectly with the wasteland.

Peng Hui's face became a little flushed with anger, and he almost ran to An Ning's side, kicking An Ning's body.

After a while, he stopped, squatted down to look at An Ning's eyes that were gradually losing their brilliance, and said with a smile: "Originally, I didn't have much interest in those two things, but they were dispensable, but now I tell you." ”

"I'll find it!"

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