Six Eyes Sunuo started as a hunter x hunter

"Do you want to go up and take a look?" Gojo Satoru was eager to persuade his classmates so that he could find a companion who would "knowingly break the law" with him.

"..." Before Geto Xiayou could answer, the assistant supervisor who had been trying to reduce his presence and dared not speak at all said, "No, absolutely not. The magic world has a clear rule that no one can step into that mountain."

"Huh? Who cares what those old guys say..." Young Master Gojo didn't bother to pay attention to "Jie, are you going?" He just asked Geto Xiayou willfully.

"If the two classmates go, I will definitely be severely punished by the top management..." Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the assistant supervisor gritted his teeth and used another trick - selling misery.

"I have old people and young children, and I rely on myself to make money to support my family..." He cried with snot and tears.

Although Gojo Satoru and Geto Xiayou are currently very powerful, they are still two very righteous and kind teenagers in essence.

"...Satoru, forget it, don't embarrass him." Xia Youjie shook his head. "Next time when there is no one else, it will be the same."

"Anyway, no one can stop us." The black-haired boy's eyebrows and eyes are gentle like a compassionate Buddha statue, but his words are full of strength and arrogance.

The assistant supervisor, who had just shown an expression of emotion, took back his emotion in a flash.

It's okay, it's not a big problem, as long as it has nothing to do with me.

The assistant supervisor comforted himself in his heart.

"It's really a bummer, let's go, let's go back." Gojo Satoru bent down and got into the car with obvious displeasure, urging the assistant supervisor to drive faster.

About half an hour after they left, a flying white tiger grabbed a blonde human in its forelimbs and fell from the sky, landing at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain forest that had never been set foot by anyone for thousands of years finally welcomed people again.

"...It's probably a thousand years later..." Maro looked at the blood-colored mist in front of him and spoke.

The red torii was looming in the mist, almost blending into it.

The lantern hanging above was still emitting a faint light, and the wind chimes rang without wind.

"A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye..." His face flushed with excitement.

"As expected of you, sir!" He said loudly and devoutly.

As for how he did it? It doesn't matter.

Everything else doesn't matter.

"You must have left important information for us in the shrine!" Maro left it alone and took Sora up the mountain.

After spending almost three years in Heian-kyō, he also learned something, at least he could still open the barrier.

Crossing the Torii, the red mist retreated to both sides as if it was pushed away by an invisible hand, revealing a clean road.

Thousands of years have passed, but this road leading to the shrine is still as white as it was when it was just built.

"It's as if someone cleans it regularly..." Maro analyzed with Sora as he walked up.

"Hongyan and those two little ghosts?" Sora guessed.

"A thousand years have passed, and those two human girls have long been dead." Maro was not very impatient, nor did he feel sorry or miss them.

To him, no one is important.

He came here after getting some information outside, otherwise he would not know where the so-called Mist Mountain is now.

Fortunately, the technology level in the original Hunter World was good, and he was very adaptable to the modern world, without the discomfort of the ancients who came to the modern world.

He even bought a mobile phone and a lot of things. As for the way to get the money... it's not easy to say it openly.

"... Yes, Hongyan also often said that human life is short... and there are things like 一期一会..." Kong recalled.

As a large animal, he has a good relationship with Hongyan, who is also an animal, and they can barely be considered friends.

"I wonder what the adults left at the shrine..." Maro's tone was full of expectation.

Finally, a man and a tiger stepped into the shrine.

What they saw was... an oversized ice coffin, and a... oversized thing sitting inside.

Well, two faces, four hands, and the same curse pattern as the adults.

Isn't this Ryomen Sukuna? Could it be that the adults left them the corpse of the other party?

No, when they left, Ryoumen Sukuna was still alive!

Why is this guy's body here?

And...

"He seems to be missing twenty fingers?" Maro observed Ryoumen Sukuna's body.

He was sitting there, in a cross-legged Buddha posture, as if he had become a Buddha on the spot.

The fingers of all four hands were cut off at the root, as if they were cut off in an instant.

Even without breathing and heartbeat, there was an inexplicable aura around the other's body, making people dare not approach easily.

A little closer, I felt my heartbeat speed up.

"Who can cut off his fingers and send his body to the shrine of the adults?" Maro couldn't figure it out.

Gojo Haru? It's strange that the guy has such strength.

The others at the time? If those people could beat Ryoumen Sukuna, they wouldn't be so frustrated to build a shrine for him.

"Who would it be?" Maro frowned.

Could it be... Ryoumen Sukuna did it himself?

What is this guy trying to do? Don’t you have a shrine yourself? Why would you leave the body here with the adults?

And… the body of the other party can survive for thousands of years without dying, and even emits a strange fragrance…

Is this something a human can do? A Buddha in the flesh? A saint in the flesh?

I can’t figure it out, and I can’t figure it out anymore.

As for Li Mei, he is probably dead.

"Anyway, this guy should not be left for us by the adults..." Maro walked around such a big corpse and went inside the shrine.

Then he searched the shrine for a long time.

Nothing was found.

Did the adults leave nothing at all? Impossible.

There must be something wrong with them, so they can't find the clues left by the adults.

Maro reflected on himself.

"Hong Yan... is not here either. Isn't that a demon who can live for thousands of years?" Kong sniffed the air.

There was no trace of Hong Yan, which means... the other party is no longer in the shrine.

"The dog demon promised five hundred years. Now it's a thousand years later. He must have left long ago." Maro's tone was not surprising.

With the habits of demons, they keep their promises and will definitely keep five hundred years.

After five hundred years, they will run away like they have been released from prison.

"What exactly do you want to tell us, adults?" Maro stood in the front yard of the shrine and looked up at the sky.

...

In the apartment.

After waiting for three whole days, Su Wu finally had to accept a fact.

That is... Fushiguro Shier, who ran away with the money.

In three days, the other party never came back, let alone brought him the money he exchanged.

This guy... is worse than I thought.

Even a child's money was taken away so easily? !

That scumbag and pretty boy!

"... No one can take my things for free..." The white-haired and red-eyed boy sat on the sofa, broke the chopsticks in his hand, and showed a sinister smile that seemed to be blackened.

"No one can make me suffer." He threw down the chopsticks and walked out.

He didn't faint again in three days. It seems that it is not a terminal illness or disease. Maybe it is just a sequelae of the day of crossing?

In this case, you can go out at will.

By the way... you can test your current strength.

After he took off the Hanfu outside, he found that he was wearing a modern old man's shirt and shorts inside.

Although it was a bit too sloppy, it was better than wearing Hanfu on the street.

It's just that the curse pattern on his body will attract some attention, but not much.

Because... there are no shortage of guys on the streets here who dress more flamboyantly than him.

Not the cosplay makeup for attending comic conventions, but their daily outfits.

For example, the thick black eyeliner on the face, the colorful hair that looks plastic because of a whole bottle of hairspray, the red wounds and blood on the face, the fishnet stockings, the ten-centimeter riveted platform shoes... and so on.

Compared with them, Su Wu is really very inconspicuous.

Surprisingly, almost everyone in this group of people is followed by a curse spirit.

Of course, they are just the weakest flies.

Su Wu can get rid of them with just a thought.

He can't test his own strength at all.

He doesn't know how to find Fushiguro Shier...

No, wait, I thought of it.

Su Wu immediately returned to the bar where he first appeared.

He squatted at the gate at night and looked for curse spirits everywhere during the day.

Special grade is still quite rare, most of them are second or third level, and even first level is hard to meet.

But when Su Wu faced them, he didn't struggle at all.

Whether they were level 2, 3 or 1, their performance in front of him was the same as the weakest fly.

It only takes one move to kill them.

Are they too weak, or am I too strong now?

Oh... maybe it should be said that Sukuna is too strong.

He hasn't even opened a domain until now...

Because he has never met an opponent who needs him to open a domain.

Su Wu squatted by the lamppost, swatting mosquitoes while staring at the door of the bar.

Finally, after several days in a row, he finally squatted in Fushiguro Shier.

The other party seemed to be living a very cool life during this period. At this moment, he was hugging and kissing a beautiful woman driving a supercar.

The beautiful woman also took the initiative to reach out and touch the other party's muscles. Just as her hand was getting lower and lower, she was pulled by Fushiguro Shier.

"This is another price." The black-haired and green-eyed man said so.

"I understand." The woman also smiled knowingly.

Fushiguro Shier, whose flower name is Shier, has attracted many arrogant customers with his extraordinary figure, tough temperament and the faintly decadent attitude.

There are both men and women, but he only accepts female customers.

The fragile attitude revealed by a powerful being is often more pitiful.

Shier has become the most popular gigolo with this feature that is difficult for ordinary people to replicate.

By the way, the customers who have ordered him say that he is very good and worth the money, which is also the reason for his popularity.

Everyone wants to try and see how much value for money he is.

It is difficult to say whether there has been any special marketing in this regard, but as long as Shier appears, there is no shortage of women who pay for him.

Su Wu turned his head away without looking, and then thought about it and straightened it back.

He pinched his thigh silently, holding back a few crocodile tears, and patted some dust on his face.

When Fushiguro Shier just sat on the passenger seat of the rich woman, he rushed up - "Dad!"

He shouted loudly.

The woman holding the car keys froze, and Fushiguro Shier's expression froze as well.

This "Dad" would make him lose a lot of potential customers.

"Mom is dying in the hospital, and the doctor said he can't contact you..."

"My sister and I haven't eaten for half a month, so we can only eat through the garbage at other people's doors..." Su Wu continued his performance.

As a cosplayer, you can go crazy anytime, anywhere and do all kinds of things that would seem extremely sick to normal people.

"Who is this aunt? Have you been with this aunt all this time? What about mom? Don't you want mom and us anymore?" Su Wu continued to cry loudly.

He pulled Fuheishier's waist tightly and wiped all the ashes on his face onto his clothes.

Fushiguro Shinobi's expression was a little distorted, but he couldn't pull the opponent off.

Are you kidding me? He's not even strong enough to pull away a brat? !

"Hasn't anyone taught you not to recognize your father casually?" Fuheishier said impatiently.

Yes, he took the other person's things and left them in the apartment, but so what? Doesn’t it cost no rent to live in his house? So what if his rent is a bit high?

"Jun Shi'er... is this... your son?" The rich woman's expression was still suspicious at first, but gradually, it turned into a scum expression.

"Your wife is in the hospital...?" She looked at Fuheisher with a look of garbage.

The wife is in emergency condition in the hospital, and the husband is acting as a sweetheart outside to coax the woman to spend money? There are even two kids! No one cares about you for half a month, so you can only dig through the trash? !

"I didn't expect Mr. Shen'er to be such a scumbag..." She had a misguided expression.

"Get off the car." She said arrogantly and coldly.

"...Tsk." Fuheishier rubbed his face and realized that no matter how he explained, it was useless. He opened the door and got out of the car.

"Take it and eat." The beautiful and rich woman got back into the car, slammed the door, took out all the cash in her wallet and gave it to Su Wu, her tone full of pity.

Then he drove away in the supercar.

"..." Su Wu looked at the cash in his hand and stopped his performance.

How can I put it... I have a subtle feeling of being a performer on the street and being rewarded by passers-by. Is it an illusion?

Fuheishier, who was like a wild goose, took away the cash in Su Wu's hand, "That's for my son, are you? You're just a fake."

"...Speaking as if you really would give your son." Su Wu sneered.

Anyway, such a small amount of money will be spent by you sooner or later, you gambling dog.

"I don't need you to worry about it. Tsk, today's business was ruined by you, so the money will be deducted from those things." Fuheishier said lazily after collecting the money.

"...You haven't spent all the money you got from those things?" Su Wu asked back.

"...Do you think those things of yours are so easy to sell? Those are things that only people will pay for if they are put at auction." Fuheishier said without blushing.

Of course, only the belt is needed.

The earrings had long been sold to a rich woman he knew, and the money soon arrived.

But does it matter? unimportant.