[Hunter] Exile on Earth

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There is a forest between the cheap well tower and the nearest town.

After Fei Tan pulled Xin Zhui into the woods, he let go of Xin Zhui's hand and leaned on the tree trunk, crossing his arms and looking at her.

Fei Tan didn't speak, neither did Xin Zhui.

Although Feitan has a bad temper and explodes at any point, he still has a lot of patience. Otherwise, how can he enjoy the joy of slowly torturing people to death?

Xin Zhui and Feitan looked at each other for a while, then Xin Zhui took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Yiermi as if he had suddenly realized.

Fei Tan raised his eyebrows.

Messages from Il fans arrived soon.

"The task is confirmed to be completed, and the commission has been transferred to your card."

Xin Zhui put away the phone, separated the spirit body from the skeleton, moved his body, jumped to the trunk of the tree opposite Feitan and sat down cross-legged.

Fei Tan frowned and looked at the man who was dressed in black except for the pale skin and white sclera on the top, and jumped onto the trunk of the tree he was leaning against, looking down at Xin Zhui.

Xin Zhui curled her lips, expressing her speechlessness to Fei Tan who must be taller than her.

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Xin Zhui cleared his throat, pointed to the body lying on the ground underneath and said, "That's Yike."

"Nonsense!" I said it earlier.

Xin Zhui continued, "I'm not human."

"It's still nonsense!" Is there any human being who can change their bodies like changing clothes?

Xin Zhui pointed to himself: "In my memory, I have died twice."

Fei Tan stopped talking.

"When I died for the first time, my name was Hatake Saun, and I was 34 years old when I died."

"..." Feitan continued to remain silent.

"My name was Xin Zhui when I died for the second time, and I was one year old when I died."

Fei Tan looked at Xin Zhui with weird eyes.

"After I died for the second time, I went to the world of corpses and souls, which is the world of the dead, and I became a god of death."

"Reaper?" Feitan repeated in a mocking tone.

Meteor Street people never believed in God.

Xin Zhui didn't mind Fei Tan's sarcastic tone, and shrugged his shoulders, "It's said to be a god of death, but it's just a creature with special power. The only difference is that the power of the god of death comes from the soul. Grim Reaper's body is not made of matter, but of spirits, but it can also grow and reproduce.

"I lived in the soul world for 400 years, and then I was exiled to this world. That's it. Do you want to know why I was exiled?"

"...How old are you?" Fei Tan answered irrelevantly.

It doesn't take much thinking to know that the reason why Xin Zhui was exiled must be related to her weird way of life.

Xin Zhui counted with his fingers: "In my memory, all the experiences add up to be almost five hundred years old, but I'm not sure if there are any memories I haven't remembered before. Maybe I have died more than twice."

"Immortal," Feitan said.

Xin Zhui puffed up his face, jumped to Fei Tan's side, and stretched out his finger to poke Fei Tan's cheek: "I'm not old! In the world of corpses and souls, there are many gods of death who are five hundred years old, and gods of death who are thousands of years old are also wandering around. And I am not immortal, you can see that my skeleton has been killed so many times by you."

Fei Tan didn't bother to talk nonsense with her, he pulled off Xin Zhui's restless fingers, jumped off the tree, picked up the skeleton left on the ground: "What I want to know is this thing."

Xin Zhui doesn't care that Feitan calls her body a thing, and she often calls Yiku a thing.

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"The god of death is a spirit body, that is, an existence like ghosts and ghosts. Ordinary people can't see it. Only people with spiritual vision can see it.

"In order to make it easier for the god of death to act in this world, so there is the existence of the skeleton.

"When the god of death uses ordinary artificial bones, the spiritual power is completely blocked, and the functions of the artificial bones are the same as those of the flesh.

"My characteristic prosthetic skeleton can be compatible with the spiritual power of the god of death. You don't need the god of death to take off the prosthetic skeleton to use the spiritual power, but you can only use half of the power when wearing the prosthetic skeleton, and because the prosthetic skeleton is not a real creature, it is just Container, so I don't think some functions are needed, so I stopped the biological functions of the prosthetic skeleton, leaving only the stomach to work to obtain the energy to maintain the prosthetic skeleton.

"This kind of prosthetic skeleton can only be made by me, and only I own it."

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Xin Zhui put on the Yikui and rescued his collar from Feitan's grasp: "So, I'm a rare breed, you should take good care of it, you know?"

Fei Tan rolled his eyes: "I don't know."

"Is there anyone else of your kind?"

"No, there is no soul world in this world, so I am the only god of death."

"Oh."

"..." Xin Zhui looked at Fei Tan, who was unresponsive, wondering, "Can't you show something?"

"What does it mean?"

"I'm an existence from another world. I'm the god of death. I'm already dead. I was reincarnated. I can let you continue to live after death. Can you give me a normal reaction?"

"No, what does that have to do with me? I only know that you are Xin Zhui." Fei Tan resolutely refused, "Keep your prosthetic skeleton well, I don't want to see a prosthetic skeleton that has run out and can only be used as the inspiration behind it." dark idiot."

After all, Fei Tan turned around and turned into a dark blue shadow moving towards the direction of the town, Fei Tan's command to "follow" remained in the air.

Xin Zhui stared blankly at the direction Fei Tan left.

It's just Xin Zhui......

Xin Zhui laughed.

Although he has a bad temper, strange hobbies and a slightly disabled height, Xin Zhui thinks that Fei Tan is really a good person.

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However, Fei Tan is just following the "tradition" that Meteor Street people don't care about other than their companions, their belongings, and certain interests.

Oh, the exception is the head of a spider with a crosshair etched into its head as a human target who likes to wear fur coats naked.

There are very few people in Meteor Street who are so thirsty for knowledge. After all, most people are exhausted in order to survive, so there is no time to study.