The birth of a Death Hunter is like a process of souls constantly gathering, devouring, merging, and unifying...
If not for the name given to him by his master, the Death Hunter would surely be in a state of chaos and madness, struggling with fragments of thought every day, finding moments of peace through killing.
"…………"
The Deathhunter didn't know why it came, but it came anyway.
thump.
Sitting with his knees drawn up in front of the prison, the boy tilted his head, looking at the prison that seemed within reach.
With a wave of its hand, this building, which carries countless painful memories, could be reduced to ashes, yet it has no thoughts of its own.
Now, there is no anger, no madness, no other emotion in its heart... only supreme worship and love for our Lord.
Sitting in front of the prison, the Death Hunter was using its limited rationality to think.
"Why...why did I come here?"
"What...am I supposed to do?"
I can't figure it out.
If you can't figure it out, don't force yourself to think about it.
!
!
The Death Hunter reacted the moment it heard the gentle voice, wanting to kneel before its master, but its shoulders were pressed down beforehand.
A magnificent figure appeared beside the Death Hunter with a smile, and said with emotion:
There aren't that many things in this world that you absolutely have to figure out. If you can't understand something, just stop thinking about it.
"Great...master!"
Oh? You can speak normally now?
Looking curiously at the death hunter who had spoken to him, Ning Feng nodded in satisfaction and then asked:
How's the collection of demon blood going?
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