Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

“That’s right, we killed him. That guy was a traitor, but nothing was lost.” The drunkard gave Fu Long a look, and Fu Long then flicked his sleeve and handed over all the boxes.

Mrs. Meicher said from the side, "Everything is guaranteed to be genuine, don't worry."

Bingo nodded to Mrs. Meicher, trusting her completely.

"Your bounty will be sent over soon, don't worry." Bingo was happy. In any case, once the treasure reached Yorknew City's vault, his mission would be complete.

"Gentlemen, are you planning to stay here or go back?" the drunkard asked as they dispersed after leaving the vault.

“I plan to stay here.” Fu Long looked at the huge building in front of him. This was Yorknew City, the Yorknew City where treasures were everywhere. However, he had another goal.

The Ten Elders, the Ten Treasures of the Underground Scepter. When they obtained the Three Treasures, they drew the White Dragon Horse. I wonder what the Ten Treasures will be.

Chapter 117 Six Beasts

On August 17th, fourteen days before the Youkexin underground auction, Fu Long sat in a small room of an underground auction, utterly bored.

I originally thought Yorknew City would be a treasure capital, but it seems that truly rare treasures are hard to find here.

This is completely different from what I expected; this is really upsetting.

"Brother, what's wrong? Did you come here hoping to find some good treasures, but got disappointed?"

Sitting next to Fu Long was a man who looked somewhat disheveled.

At these underground auctions, anyone can enter as long as they pay a deposit, so there's no issue with what you wear.

It was completely different from the kind of auction that Xiao Jie and his friends participated in later, which was full of men in suits.

"Yes, I don't like anything here at all."

"Then you've come to the wrong place, or rather, you can't find what you're looking for here."

Looking at the disheveled man, Fu Long found it quite amusing. This man was clearly not here for the auction; he seemed more like he was trying to attract customers.

"Looks like you have connections."

The disheveled man gave Fu Long a business card and said, "If you can come here, you might be able to find out the information you need, but the prerequisite is that you have to be able to come here."

Fu Long took the name tag, which had a simple map and address on it. Fu Long frowned when he saw the address.

Yorkshire, a bustling and extravagant place, hosts the world's largest auction from September 1st to 10th, with at least 50,000 attendees.

Of course, this is the bustling city, and in contrast, there is the dilapidated slum area with unfinished buildings everywhere.

This area corresponds exactly to Yorknew City, and it's also where the Phantom Troupe later settled down.

The business card the slovenly man gave me is also here, but in a different area, and it has a contact name on it.

The Six Beasts Intelligence Group.

Fu Long searched for information about the Six Beasts Intelligence Group on the Hunter website.

This is the most renowned intelligence group of Youkexin.

It is said that this group can detect all the people and things in Youkexin, and even some treasures that they don't want others to discover.

However, in order to obtain information, in addition to having money, there is another special requirement: you must find them in the abandoned city and come to the location of the Six Beasts, the Six Beasts Plaza.

This square was renamed fifty years ago because the crime rate in the area was very high at the time. It only gradually calmed down after the appearance of the Six Beasts.

Holding a business card in his hand, Fu Long turned around and glanced at You Kexin behind him.

Just a few houses separated the whole world.

On one side is a prosperous world of singing, dancing, and drunken revelry.

On the other side, criminals and thieves coexist, amidst death and indifference in the dilapidated landscape.

Heaven and hell?

Fu Long strode towards the dilapidated building area.

Night had fallen, and the moonlight bathed the ground, giving the earth a silvery glow.

The old building was very dark, with no electricity in some places, and only a few rooms were lit by candlelight.

There are still people living here, but those who can afford to live here are definitely the poor.

Fu Long also felt that many eyes were staring at him from all around, those wolf-like eyes as if they were staring at his favorite prey.

Fu Long ignored that, glanced at the map on the business card, and continued walking inside.

Gradually, the candlelight disappeared, leaving only the moonlight to provide a little illumination.

No one lives here anymore; this is a dangerous zone. Anyone who comes here is a formidable individual—murderers, thieves, you name it.

Fu Long stopped in his tracks because he could hear footsteps coming from the surrounding buildings.

He was surrounded; a dozen figures were hiding in the shadows inside the building.

Some people were still holding axes, while others were licking their daggers.

With a wave of his hand, Fu Long summoned a nine-toothed rake. He spotted an abandoned garbage heap and swung it down.

Boom! The pile of garbage, mixed with boulders and waste, exploded.

"Get lost." Fu Long glanced around, his eyes sharp.

The person in the shadows slowly retreated.

They were just jackals, but the one opposite them was like a tiger; they were no match for him.

The people here have a natural intuition and a strong sense of danger. If they can't win, they have to leave, or they'll die.

Fu Long didn't take these people seriously; some people hadn't retreated into the darkness.

Three blond-haired thugs brandished their batons with great force.

There was another woman, lightly licking her blood-red lips.

There are Nen users here too.

Further ahead, there is a small square. It must have been very lively here in the past. You can also see a small pond in the middle of the square, but it has dried up now.

On the edge of the pool sat an old man, who looked like a homeless person, lying there with a black cane in his hand.

Fu Long stopped. The old man's cane wasn't just for walking; if it hit him, it could break bones and tendons.

“Old man, blocking other people’s way is not a good habit.” Fu Long’s mental power appeared, staring at the old man in front of him, ready to make a move at any time.

"Go back. With your strength, you shouldn't be in danger if you don't move forward." The old man's dazed eyes glanced at Fu Long, then he said calmly.

"Old man, I'm just here to find Liu Shou."

"I see. Did you bring any money? If so, why not lend me some? That way, I can at least live a more comfortable life."

The old man's psychic power was also revealed, making him evenly matched with Fu Long; he's a ruthless person.

Fu Long smiled slightly and said, "Old man, life is not easy, but death is very easy."

With a whoosh, the two figures moved swiftly and instantly appeared on either side of the pool.

In the middle is a dried-up pool. Most of the sculptures in the pool have collapsed, but a small part of them still stand.

Their gazes passed over this small section of the sculpture, fixed intently on each other.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew by, and the two figures disappeared. They exchanged attacks in mid-air more than ten times before finally landing on the ground.

“Very good. It’s been a long time since anyone has been able to fight me to a draw. You…”

With a thud, the poisoned thorn struck the old man. Fu Long sighed inwardly, thinking, "They say villains die from talking too much. You really talk too much."

Although this might be a test for the Six Beasts, Fu Long will never let his guard down, no matter what.

This is based on past experience, especially in places like this.

"Ah!" The old man's scream instantly echoed in the small square.

Figures appeared around them: three blond-haired men and a woman with blood-red lips.

"Six Beasts, but there are only five people here. Where is the fourth one?"

Fu Long squinted, as if suddenly sensing something, and looked at the sculpture in the pool. He didn't know when, but a woman was standing on that sculpture, a very beautiful woman.

Chapter 118 Information on the Treasure

The woman had long, silver hair that shimmered in the moonlight. When Fu Long met her gaze, her blood-red eyes did not give off a violent feeling; instead, they gave him a disorienting sensation as if he were being sucked into them.

Fu Long took a deep breath, took out the brocade cassock, and draped it over his body. The other party's mental power was somewhat special, and protecting himself was the most important thing now in order to avoid any problems.

"Hmm." Sure enough, the silver-haired beauty was also stunned for a moment when she saw that Fu Long was unmoved.

Her red eyes, under the moonlight, possessed the power of illusion; that was her ability. However, it was ineffective against Fu Long.

"You are truly special. So, could you possibly break free from Elder Turtle's psychic powers?"

"Old turtle?" Fu Long grinned as he looked at the old man rolling on the ground. "This really shouldn't have happened. You're old as a turtle, and I still used the poisonous thorn to make you suffer. This is wrong of me, really."

However, dispelling telekinesis is truly impossible.

"Well, I estimate that with his strength, he'll definitely be fine in three minutes, but he can't just deactivate it directly."

The silver-haired beauty stared intently at Fu Long, who could only give an awkward smile. He was helpless; this was truly beyond his control.

"If you can't resolve this, then you're planning to become enemies with the six beasts?"

The six beasts surrounded them, and behind Fu Long, the woman with blood-red lips stood in the shadows, a small leather whip appearing in her hand.

On the left and right sides, the three blond-haired guys on the left were holding batons, and they seemed to be able to coordinate their actions.

On the right, the old turtle, gritting his teeth and persevering, held his cane horizontally across his chest, waiting for the silver-haired beauty to give the order.

The silver-haired beauty was very strong, Fu Long could sense it, but overall, Fu Long could still defeat her, only if he could bring her into his own scenario.

For Fu Long, the only people who knew the scene were either those he trusted implicitly or the dead.

Clearly, he wouldn't trust Liu Shou, no matter how beautiful this woman was.

"I didn't have that idea, but you keep repeating that we're enemies. What, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

As he spoke, a phantom appeared behind Fu Long.

Princess Iron Fan is currently the most effective method in Fu Long's opinion.