Chapter 3 Garbage
The atmosphere was slightly solemn.
Holding down Machi's little hand that touched the scar, Huang Quan stood up and looked into her eyes calmly:
"Of course I should avenge my revenge. Leave it to me, okay? Sister Machi..."
"..."
Seeing the determined expression in Huang Quan's eyes, Machi couldn't help but be stunned. This was the first time she saw such a determined look in the eyes of her taciturn and introverted brother.
Do people really experience such big changes after experiencing life and death?
Machi has no intention of worrying about this.
But she was looking forward to this change with the other party.
After all, in a place like Meteor Street, introverts wouldn't survive long.
quite a while.
"I see…"
Withdrawing his little hand that was being held down, Machi nodded silently, turned around and walked out the door.
"Since the injury is almost healed, let's come over and help dispose of the garbage..."
"After we finish processing this batch, we have to go to the [Garbage Mountain] again today..."
"good…"
Following Machi out of the bedroom, Huang Quan saw a simple living room of less than thirty-five square meters.
There is not much furniture in the living room. Apart from the necessary wooden seats and a simple separated bathroom, there are no other facilities and equipment.
At this moment, stacked in the middle of the living room are old things entangled with a thin thread.
Such as a broken radio... a TV full of cracks... an old-looking music box, etc.
They are all electrical equipment that seems to be worth dismantling.
"It's still the old rule, take down all useful things..."
After that, Machi untied the string and handled the TV in front of him without raising his head.
"Um…"
Seeing this, Huang Quan nodded, quickly walked to the other side of the electrical appliance, picked up the screwdriver he had placed next to him, and prepared to start disassembling it.
However.
A sudden throbbing emerged in his heart.
There seemed to be something attracting his attention.
Seeing this, Huang Quan had a puzzled look on his face. Following the throbbing feeling, he opened up the pile of electrical appliances in front of him and started rummaging through the feeling of getting closer.
Soon.
When his right hand touched a rectangular mobile phone that was as big as a big brother, strips of emerald-green spiral text formed in the shape of arabesques suddenly appeared in his mind.
"This is…"
A hint of surprise flashed in Huang Quan's eyes.
Because, the emerald-green arabesque-shaped spiral text in his mind was exactly the same as the pattern on the devil fruit-like fruit he had eaten before traveling through time.
At that time, he was still marveling at how the merchants could make it so realistic.
Unexpectedly, three months after traveling through time, I would still see this familiar thing.
Could it be that it brought itself into this world?
With doubts and thoughts, Huang Quan looked at the strange spiral characters.
Although the text was not from any writing system that he was familiar with, he could somehow understand the message it revealed.
【Lot's missing mobile phone】
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Year: 34 years]
[Note: This is the only thing that Lot has remembered for his deceased wife for decades. It contains a strong emotional ‘thought’ left by its owner, which can be absorbed...]
Understanding the information revealed in the emerald green threaded font, Huang Quan couldn't suppress the shock in his eyes.
what is this? Bring your own identification skills? Goldfinger?
Or only things that contain [thought] will respond to it?
If you choose to absorb [thoughts], what will happen?
For a time, all kinds of thoughts emerged in my mind.
Not long after.
Phew~~~
Exhaling slowly, Huang Quan adjusted his breathing, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Now that we have traveled to another world, there is nothing left to be lonely about.
The worst outcome is nothing more than death again!
Other than that, how much worse could it be?
Thinking of this, Huang Quan held the mobile phone as big as a brother in his hand and concentrated his Qi to his eyes.
Although it is not to the level of [Condensation], you should be able to see the basic [Thought].
really.
As Huang Quan's eyes were filled with white "Qi", an extremely weak and invisible black shimmer appeared on the surface of the "Lot's Missing Phone" in his hand.
In Hunter's world, it is said that people are dying.
Various complicated [thoughts] will be left behind due to various extreme obsessional emotions.
Most of these [thoughts] will be attached to something, thus forming a variety of different [thoughts] objects and antiques.
However, the strong emotions of obsession are also different.
For example, some things with weak [thoughts] cannot affect others at all.
But if the [thought] is strong enough, it will cause great harm to the holder or the area.
Severe cases may even result in loss of life.
Of course, it is also possible that due to the long-term invasion of [thoughts], related [thoughts] will be awakened.
As for Huang Quan’s [Lot’s Missing Cell Phone].
Perhaps it’s because of the remaining modern things, plus the word “mind” above, which is mainly about nostalgia and longing.
So for ordinary people, as long as they don't use it for a long time, it won't have any impact.
It's another way of saying "Nian".
has been lingering in Huang Quan's mind.
that is……
Under certain circumstances, the [thought] after death will become more powerful.
That is [resentment]!
This was what Huang Quan had seen in the theatrical version of Hunter, but it was a long time ago and he had almost forgotten about it.
Now the emerald green threaded font shows that he can absorb the [thoughts] on [Lot's Missing Phone]. Does this mean that in the future, he will have a natural advantage in eliminating thoughts?
However, everything is unknown before testing.
Only after testing will you know the results!
Thinking about this, Huang Quan held the chanting tool and wanted to silently absorb it in his heart.
Unexpectedly, when he had the idea of absorbing.
An invisible suction suddenly appeared.