From Hunter x Hunter to Supreme Will

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After walking for a while, they looked up and caught a glimpse of a dilapidated house beside the mountain road. There was a candlelight in the window, indicating that there was someone inside.

But the next second, a cold wind seemed to blow in and extinguish the flame...

The warrior frowned, and only then did he realize something was wrong and saw some bloodstains on the road ahead.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, without any warning... a force swept him up and instantly rushed into the dark dense forest beside him, and he disappeared without a trace.

To others, it seemed like a blink of an eye and the warrior's feet flew off the ground, ran into the mountains and disappeared.

"Who?"

"what!"

The remaining warriors were horrified, drew their swords, and looked around in confusion.

Screaming in panic.

Then, it seemed as if something else was rushing towards them, hitting the warrior and carrying his body into the forest.

Because the speed was so fast, the two of them didn't even have the time or strength to react.

The mountains were quiet... filled with a sense of weirdness and eeriness.

The chill in the hearts of the sedan bearers and maids was even greater than the biting weather.

The four sedan bearers dropped their loads almost at the same time and ran away.

They are not guards. At this critical moment of life and death, they can't even protect their own lives, so how could they care about Long's life?

Then, the two maids watched the four sedan bearers who had escaped along the same route suddenly fly up one after another, as if controlled by an invisible force, and were dragged into the woods.

Accompanied by the heart-wrenching screams, everything returned to silence.

The sedan chair fell down, and Long, who was sitting in it, touched the ground with his toes to dissipate the remaining force and was not injured.

Outside the sedan, the maid holding the imperial coin threw away her things and curled up at the door of the sedan, trembling... Another maid instinctively looked at the sedan, her teeth chattering: "My Lord..."

Long bent over and walked out of the sedan chair.

Look calm.

Just one glance and you can tell the ghost's ability...

Although there were messy footprints on the snow, there was a straight trail of footprints on both sides of the place where the two warriors had just stood, connecting the mountains and forests.

The ghost... just became invisible.

Can't see...

It should be its blood magic.

Then, in an instant, with explosive speed, they abducted the living people into the woods and killed them.

"Chacha..."

Suddenly, a strange laugh that made it difficult to tell the origin of the laugh was heard in the night sky.

"You seem... to be an important person."

Whoosh.

A gust of wind and snow stirred up the air, and a figure appeared ten meters in front of the sedan chair.

A ghost.

He was wearing a casual outfit, with large patches of blood that had not yet coagulated on his body. His hair was tied up like a warrior's, his pupils were different from those of ordinary people, his skin was black and purple, and his fingernails were as sharp as those of a wild beast.

The veins in his limbs bulged, and his whole body exuded a sense of ferocity and brutality.

Apparently, before he turned into a demon, he was a samurai.

"Cough cough cough..."

Long looked at the ghost in front of him with great interest, with a smile on his face.

He put his fist to his mouth and coughed continuously.

"A sickly person..."

The ghost narrowed his eyes.

The man in front of him was very young, with black curly hair sticking to his forehead. He was wearing a furry black haori and holding a samurai sword in one hand to support his thin body.

It seemed that the knife was more like a crutch, and the man's face was even paler than the snow on the ground.

It seemed like he might fall down at any time without him taking any action...

Extremely weak.

"grown ups…"

A maid showed fear on her face, mustered up her courage, and opened her arms to block in front of Long.

Signaled to let Long run first.

"She's quite pretty... I'm going to enjoy her later."

The ghost was not in a hurry. He looked at the others like fish on a chopping board, stroking his chin with a playful smile.

"it is as expected."

And Long looked at the ghost for a moment and smiled slightly.

The blood and flesh of the ghost are too strong, which means that Wuzan's blood has extremely strong catalytic and assimilative properties.

If this item were placed in the world of Hunter x Hunter, it would be a rare treasure... Not to mention using it to increase the aura of a Nen user, even for an ordinary martial artist, there is no need for years of practice and polishing.

Although it is a low-level world, some things... still have some value.

It's not completely undesirable.

"Ok?"

Gui Jianlong stretched out his hand, placed it on the maid's shoulder, and asked her to stand aside.

I couldn't help but look weird.

The other person was too calm... He did not have the fear that ordinary people would have when they saw him, and his eyes were as calm as water.

"With this attire, you are a high-ranking official of the town magistrate... a retainer of the shogunate?"

When the ghost mentioned the word shogunate, veins bulged on his forehead and his face looked ferocious.

"How can a loser like you be considered a high-ranking official? The shogunate should really fall..."

The ghost sneered.

Based on his memory, Oboro knew that the current situation was that the shogunate's regime was not stable, some rebel parties had appeared in various places, and most of these rebel armies were composed of samurai.

After these people were caught, they were almost all beheaded...The same goes for the person in front of me.

Otherwise, a pure ronin was not familiar with the political power, and it would be impossible for him to determine his identity just by killing two minor officials of the Bugyosho and taking a look at his attire.

"It's still genes... or it's evolution..."

Long's response was to simply ignore the ghost and seem to be talking about something else.

He tightened his clothes and asked softly, "Who gave you blood? With your physical strength, it couldn't have been given by Muzan himself, and it couldn't have been an upper-rank... Was it a lower-rank? Where did you come from?"

"What's the descent?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the ghost's pupils shrank into pinholes.

"you you you…"

"How dare you... call that... adult..."

The ghost's eyes showed more fear than shock.

It seems that the two words "Muzan" have some kind of magical power for him...and are synonymous with supremacy and terror.

"You sick person who can't even put on clothes... go to hell!" Qiao Long was about to open his mouth again, and the ghost's heart began to beat fast. He suddenly became invisible and disappeared out of thin air, shouting loudly.

He swung his sharp claws and pounced towards Long.

Although the ghost became transparent, it was too easy for Long to capture his position.

The speed of the wind, the trajectory of the snowflakes in the air, the traces on the ground... everything is providing "information" to Long.

In the full-time world, "intelligence" is very important.

This kind of fighting technique is too low-level...

Long's originally peaceful eyes suddenly became sharp.

He bent slightly, and the wide haori that almost covered his entire body was suspended in mid-air because of his sudden movement...

Long gently inhaled a wisp of cold air into his lungs, "Breath of the Soul, Form One, Funeral in the Underworld."

After he finished speaking, the countless snowflakes falling in the sky stopped.

Diamond-shaped ice crystals broke and exploded, forming a piece of white fine powder floating in the air, like a river flowing with the wind, washing away the "picture" in space.

A slender silver blade light, like a straight line, swept across the ghost's neck.

And Oboro also broke away from the haori and appeared behind the demon.

In the transparent void, blood splashed out...

In the eyes of this ghost, everything in his vision became wonderful. It was no longer a cold and snowy night, but his soul was surrounded by warmth. He turned into his younger self, standing on a bridge with yellow water flowing under the bridge and the scenery was pleasant.

He looked down at the yellow water under the bridge, and saw a young face reflected in the water. This suddenly reminded him of the reason why he wanted to become a samurai...

"Yeah... since when did I forget my original intention... relying on my status as a samurai to commit crimes and wantonly swinging my sword at civilians, this shouldn't be the case..."

"Zhiye, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and leave... It will be too late if you are late. Be careful of being punished by the gym owner."

His childhood friend suddenly appeared beside him and gave him a bright and sunny smile.

Hold his hand and run away together.

In reality, the ghost's body appears directly from the void, and the corpse is separated.

The severed head rolled several times on the snow.

Then, the body slowly turned into ashes...