Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 85 Nyon's Divination

"Who sent you?" The blond youth pressed an ice blade against the neck of the still-living man, his tone cold and hard.

His eyes, which were turned away from Su Wu and the others, were filled with gloom.

I was already furious to see the adults riding the Ferris wheel with the women from the Nosra family, and then some tactless people jumped out to disturb them. These people deserve to die!

"Leave it to us," Da Zuo Nie stepped forward, seemingly quite used to it.

Maro stared at his opponent for a long time, but did not put down the ice blade in his hand.

until--

"That's enough, leave it to them," the white-haired youth said softly.

Maro then withdrew his gaze from Dazoni and put down his weapon.

"It seems like a lot of gangsters have been killed recently..." Su Wu sighed as she spoke, but the emotion lingering in her eyes was clearly nonchalant.

Speaking of which gangs cooperated with Meteor City, which ones were they again? I don't think any of the people he killed were from that gang, right?

If there were...

Pampas must be having a terrible headache, but unfortunately he can't see the other person's expression.

Da Zuo Nie brought the last survivor to Nion's back.

"Young Miss, the BOSS wants you to go back first," he said, looking at Nyon.

Having survived a dangerous ordeal, Nyon realized it was time for him to return.

This wasn't the first time she had been attacked, but it was definitely the most vicious one.

Whether in terms of numbers or firepower.

"Okay, I understand." She didn't seem willful at this moment; on the contrary, she was very obedient.

"Hill, come home with me." She looked at the white-haired boy with her big, round eyes full of expectation.

Those lake-blue eyes, somewhere between blue and green, never blinked.

The white-haired boy stood there, raising an eyebrow at her words but not agreeing.

Seeing that the boy did not immediately agree, Nyon spoke again:

"I don't have paper and pen on me, but I do have them at home. I can do a divination for you when I get home."

Her hand unconsciously touched her chest, and her heartbeat seemed to be returning to a normal rhythm, but the feeling of her heart pounding violently before was still vivid in her memory.

"Let's go." Su Wu nodded.

Da Zuo Nie dragged the only survivor onto the airship. Maro stared at this scene with hatred, almost grinding his teeth to dust.

How could they bring such filth onto the airship he prepared for the adults! Damn Nosra family!

These are all dirty things that shouldn't be on an airship!

"Let's go, Maro." Su Wu called out to the figure who was frozen in place with a distorted expression.

The Nosra family should probably stop eating the food on the airship; I have a feeling Maro is really capable of poisoning people now.

You toxic fans are really something...

So when will Gojo Satoru's die-hard fans be able to have an offline showdown with a certain artist?

"They're here." Maro hurriedly ran a few steps and followed into the airship.

The amusement park was left in ruins, with bullet casings, blood, and limbs scattered everywhere, resembling a scene from hell on earth.

But the frost standing there adds a touch of dreamy fairy tale.

An ordinary amusement park has been transformed into a bizarre theme park straight out of a horror story.

After the airship left, cracks gradually spread across the frost that had frozen the Ferris wheel.

Then a series of cracking sounds rang out, and shattered ice chunks fell to the ground one after another.

The already tilted and teetering Ferris wheel collapsed completely, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

……

Nosla House.

Wright Nosla still hasn't shown up; he's on his way.

All subsequent instructions were communicated with Da Zuo Nie via telephone.

Da Zuo Nie took the survivor to the basement, presumably to interrogate him about something.

Nyon then led Su Wu and Maro into his room and handed Su Wu a piece of white paper.

"Just write your name, blood type, and date of birth on a piece of paper," Nyon said, sitting on the bed.

Is it okay to use a pseudonym?

As Su Wu pondered, she wrote down the pseudonym she was using, along with other information, and then handed the paper to Nyon.

The moment Nyon took the note and picked up the pen, his eyes lost their luster. Although he was facing the note, he could not see what he was writing.

And something strange-looking appeared next to her pen.

In less than a minute, she returned to normal and handed the paper to the boy sitting opposite her.

"Here you go, it's all done." Her tone was natural, with a hint of a little girl's smugness.

Everyone says that her divination is 100% accurate.

She is a born fortune teller.

"Wow, so fast." Su Wu took the paper and looked down, but all she saw was a gray shadow that looked like a deep smog.

"..."

Well, the result of this divination wasn't too unexpected.

For beings who are reborn and carry a system, most prophetic abilities are probably useless.

After all, time travelers are usually considered to be outside the world, beings who can influence the fate of others.

"Then, let's do a divination for Maro as well." Su Wu folded the paper and looked at Nyon.

"...Since you put it that way, then so be it." Nyon glanced at Maro, seemingly disliking him and not wanting to tell his fortune, but for the sake of the white-haired boy, he reluctantly agreed.

Although she didn't know why, she just didn't really want to refuse Hill.

"Here, write down your information." She handed the blank paper to Maro.

Maro didn't seem to want the other party to do his divination, but since it was Su Wu's request, he couldn't refuse.

They could only write their information on paper, and the pen tip would be so strong that it would poke small holes in the paper.

Nion Nosra's abilities were well-known among the gang members, and Wright Nosra's rise to a high position through these abilities led many to mock him for living off his daughter.

Maro had heard some rumors about the Nosra family, and even his father was one of Nyon's clients.

But Marlowe never considered asking the other person to do a divination for him; he didn't believe in fate.

"Alright, take a look." Nyon quickly finished writing and handed the paper back to Marlo.

"When you are walking in the fog, remember to follow the lighthouse ahead."

If you stand still for too long, you'll lose sight of where you're going.

Su Wu glanced at it but didn't see any information that was useful to him.

All prophetists, like riddle masters, hate riddle masters the most!

"The lighthouse... I see, I understand!" Maro looked excited and determined, his attitude towards Nyon's divination instantly changing from disdain to complete trust.

What exactly do you understand now...?

Forget it.

I've got the money, I've tried the divination, it's time to go.

"Then we'll be going." Su Wu said, standing up to leave.

"So you're leaving already..." Nyon looked somewhat reluctant.

"Come visit me again next time!" she said expectantly.

Upon hearing this, Da Zuo Nie, who had just arrived, almost slipped and did a split on the spot.

No, no, no, please don't come.

Miss, you have no idea how terrifying it was when the other party appeared. The BOSS was almost frantic with worry.

"Okay." Su Wu nodded slightly.

As long as your dad remembers to prepare 20 billion for my appearance fee, that's fine.

Another painting has appeared in the corridor of the Nosla family's house.

The three-dimensional, distorted human figure is framed in the painting.

Those were real human beings, not fake specimens manufactured by industry.

It's obvious that this couldn't have been Da Zuo Nie's own decision; it must have been approved by someone else.

Wright Nosla has rather unique tastes, hanging such paintings in his home's hallway.

Nyon's hobby of collecting human organs is probably also due to family genetics.

(End of this chapter)