Hunter: I became stronger even after I died

This place transformed from a tomb is the base for the "Menu Organization" to study viruses.

This location has nothing to do with hobbies or anonymity.

Rather, the viruses used for research in the base come from this tomb that has no history and no way to trace its origin.

To be more precise, they are taken from the corpse in the coffin.

The man in the black suit looked at Sambika, who was concentrating on mixing medicine on the screen, and then looked away after a moment, turning to the screen in the middle.

The screen was facing the inside of the coffin.

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The emerald green, brand new mat almost covered the entire bottom of the coffin.

On the mat, there lay a strange-looking mummy.

The left half of the mummy, after a long period of natural dehydration, showed dark brown dry skin and flesh.

However, the right half of the mummy was completely different.

Or it could no longer be called a mummy...

The right half of the body still had distinct muscle tissue, and even faintly visible blood vessels.

If there was anything similar to the mummy, it was the muscle tissue that still had residual moisture, as if it came from an old man, so that the skin texture was like withered bark.

The skin and flesh were dry on one side, and blood vessels were visible on the other.

It was as if two different corpses were sewn together.

The man in the black suit stared at the corpse on the screen, with flame-like thoughts gathering in his eyes.

With the amplification ability of "condensation", wisps of smoke-like black air could be seen lingering between the corpse and the mat, and slowly floating near the coffin.

The busy researchers around could not see the black air in the coffin from beginning to end.

But the virus extracted from the corpse made them intoxicated.

Some things cannot be explained by science, but they have definitely entered their cognition.

The man in the black suit glanced at the busy researchers, then turned and left.

"How is the progress?"

The man in the black suit asked the subordinate who followed him as he walked.

The subordinate heard this and quickly replied: "The problem of OG's infectiousness has not been solved yet, but there is a clue. The "little white mice" in the cocoon room are not enough, and the pharmacist has been asking for the addition of experimental live bodies as soon as possible."

"How many does he want?"

The man in the black suit walked into the right channel.

The subordinate said: "He didn't mention the quantity, just said the more the better."

"It's a pity that he can ask for it."

The man in the black suit frowned and said coldly: "Don't he know how much a piglet can sell for? Last time, he asked for twenty, and he also asked for blood type matching. Because of this crappy requirement, the supply and demand of blood bags almost couldn't keep up."

The subordinate lowered his head and eyebrows, not daring to speak.

The man in the black suit snorted coldly, and then thought of the priority of this matter. No matter how deep his resentment was, he could only bear it.

"You go and apply for the transfer of goods now, and attach the reason. If the boss attaches enough importance to this matter, he should take some from the 'dining table'."

"Yes."

The subordinate heard the words and immediately went to do it.

The man in the black suit came to a tomb alone.

This place can no longer be called a tomb.

The original burial objects, and even the things on the niches, were cleaned up.

Instead, there were pipes and lamps, as well as one glass container filled with liquid after another.

In the light green liquid, there are various tissues and organs in the human body.

——

At night.

In Shanni Village, in a mud-brick house, the house is bare, with only furniture such as beds and tables.

On the bed placed against the wall, there lies a boy about eight or nine years old.

The boy's face is pale, his eyes are closed, his breathing is particularly rapid, and his small chest rises and falls.

On his exposed skin, there were dry and dark spots, as if someone had sewn pieces of aging skin on him.

Beside the bed, stood a slightly older boy, looking at the boy on the bed with a worried look on his face.

But the boy's right cheek and two fingers seemed to have been drained of all cell activity, and they also looked dark and shriveled.

Across the bed, Sambika put the collected herbs into the mortar, but did not crush them immediately. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and covered the mouth of the mortar.

Tick, tick...

The blood broke through the skin of Sambika's palm and dripped onto the herbs.

After a few seconds, the wound on the palm healed automatically.

Sambika retracted her hand and looked at the blood emitting a faint light, which was seeping into the herbs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her blood can enhance the efficacy of the herbs and improve their neutrality.

This has a unique advantage in making medicines.

Dong, dong...

Sambika picked up the pestle and crushed the herbs in the mortar.

"For now, we can only suppress the replication rate of the virus. This won't work... Lita can't hold on for too long."

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

Sambika thought to himself while pounding the medicine.

If there is not enough time, he can only risk using his ability...

Outside the mud-brick house.

Moro leaned against the outer wall, a trace of doubt flashed between his eyebrows.

Is his vigilance poor, or is he too focused?

He followed all the way from the forest, and was somewhat worried that "Jue"'s cultivation was not good enough, so he would be discovered by the other party.

However, the other party seemed to be preoccupied and did not notice his existence at all.

The opponent's vigilance has become worse since they followed him into the mud-brick house.

Moro even suspected that even if he used "entanglement" now, the woman in the house would not find him.

"Feels so weak..."

Moro thought to himself.

Since he had never seen the opponent release "training", he could not judge the opponent's approximate level.

But judging from the accuracy of "entanglement", it is obvious that his basic skills are not bad.

Is he a non-combat type...

Among the Nen users, there are always some who do not focus on combat.

Even among the twelve earthly branches of the Hunter Association, there are non-combat types like Qiduo.

However, this is the first time that Moro has encountered such a weak Nen user in terms of senses...

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Plit Town.

At night, many places in the town are brightly lit.

Places such as bars and casinos are basically bustling with people.

This place, like a gold mine, produces endless profits, so naturally there are places to spend money.

Xi Suo walked on the street and glanced at the taverns along the street.

Didi.

The phone in his hand rang.

Xi Suo picked up the phone and tapped it a few times.

As a prompt box popped up indicating that the transfer was successful, the originally wealthy account was instantly depleted.

In order to find Moro's whereabouts as quickly as possible, Xi Suo spent all his savings over the years.

But Xi Suo didn't care.

"A year of cold war..."

Xi Suo narrowed his eyes slightly, but was not in a hurry to find Moro, but walked towards the casino in the distance.

The money was basically spent, so he had to save some.

Otherwise, if Moro ran away again, wouldn't he have no money to take a vehicle to chase him?

That would be quite troublesome.