The walls are covered with pure white;
Bright red embellished it;
Jet black leather shoes beat the drum beat;
Staggering like a seriously ill monster;
Scarlet eyes flashed with excitement;
To wander, to wander, to fall, to forget;
The blade is sharp, with a speed invisible to the naked eye;
What can you think of in it, my friend?
Pain, despair?
No, no, no, this is obviously full of liberation and freedom!
Wrapped in fine silk like silk;
Listening to his own heavy breathing;
Feel the safety given by suffocation;
Are you dissatisfied with anything? My friend.
Everything here is white and bright red.
Here are stumps inlaid and attendants;
Are you unhappy with anything?! My friend!
A small carriage that satisfies all your fantasies about death.
The collision of white and bright red.
Sorry, I'm in a hurry.
It doesn't bring you any other appreciation of beauty.
But please rest assured, hell will not be stingy with darkness.
When the time comes, you will reminisce about this red and white feast.
So, do you still have any dissatisfaction? My friend!
"Right, you have nothing to be dissatisfied with."
Saying that, Coleman stopped and straightened the last person's head.
He turned around slowly, his smile full of satisfaction and contentment.
The blood-drinking monster was very satisfied with this feast.
The cold blade in his hand, blood flowing drop by drop.
The man looked at the somewhat dirty knife and threw it away.
Whispering to himself, "Maybe I need to change my weapon."
After all, we can't let little Killua recognize him so quickly.
Otherwise, it would be meaningless.
He raised his eyes and looked at the five Cocoon hanging on the roof of the car with thin wires, and the bright red all over the ground.
Coleman decided to throw away some useless decorations.
You can have eyes, but this is too much.
It looks a bit unsightly.
Not consistent with his art.
I took off the cheap black windbreaker I bought, randomly wrapped the trash in it, and threw it temporarily out of the window.
When I looked at it again this time, it was not much better than before.
Nod with satisfaction, find a suitable angle, and take photos.
After patting the non-existent dust on his body, Coleman jumped out of the car without hesitation and prepared to leave.
"Do you still want this?"
Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.
Coleman rubbed the dye on the soles and said without looking back.
"It's just waste, you can deal with it if you want."
Because Nen, and also because of the vigilance of a hunter, Coleman knew that the driver who ran away had not gone far at all.
I'm just waiting for myself.
Turning around, Coleman raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you accept the 'painting' in this?"
The driver tugged at the leather gloves on his hands with his teeth and shrugged nonchalantly. "I work as a scavenger, so... heh."
The meaning of the hum was unclear, but one could hear the disdain contained in it.
But Coleman laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes. The smile was meaningful, "Then I wish you good luck, dearing~"
"Oh, help me till the end, brother, and throw away the black clothes too."
The driver still had the same nonchalant expression. "Of course, otherwise it would be troublesome to leave it here."
I don't know what kind of garbage it is, but...
After all, it's some bloody stuff.
After erasing so many people, it's normal for it to be bloody.
"Besides, these people should disappear where they should, as you said, right?"
The driver looked at Coleman jokingly and smiled.
Coleman smoothed his hair back with his hands, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and pressed the lighter to light it.
He put on a smoke ring and said, "Whatever you want, I don't care anyway."
He tugged on the white shirt he was wearing and opened the top two buttons.
Somewhat hot.
Coleman, holding a cigarette in his mouth, frowned dissatisfied.
He hates the sun, especially the noon sun.
The shirt was stained with sweat, and the muscles on his back were looming.
A slightly damp white shirt with smooth lines.
A face full of impatience, a cigarette held between clenched teeth.
The slender and powerful fingers moved flexibly, and the silver cross pendant sparkled on the wrist.
"Through the cave, there is a waterfall. You can relax. Of course, the premise is that you can ask that guy for spare clothes."
The driver looked at the increasingly agitated Coleman and suggested sincerely.
Coleman is a little surprised. Did this guy suddenly receive benefits from someone?
Looking at the inquiring expression of the person opposite, the driver didn't pay too much attention. He just said, "If possible, I hope you won't cause too many deaths in the next exam, although I don't like that group of trash."
Obviously he is not that good, but he still wants to compete with the strong ones.
If you don't die, who will?
Moreover, the current system established by the president also makes drivers somewhat dissatisfied.
Too kind and loving.
What is the use of kindness in this world?!
The weak should lie down and stay where they belong.
Don't force your way into areas that don't belong to you, otherwise they will have to spend manpower and material resources to rescue you.
Mr. Driver, who has always believed in the laws of the forest, has never concealed his disgust for those who are weak and unaware and his slightest intention to kill.
Therefore, he doesn't have much objection to Coleman's approach.
But as a qualified hunter, he cannot abandon his basic moral bottom line.
If possible, completing this exam peacefully and without incident is what he hopes most.
At present, this guy can be said to be one of the biggest variables in this exam.
The driver didn't want the entire exam to turn into a hunter's Slaughterhouse because of his temporary concealment.
"Don't worry, friend, I'm not that irritable, and I'm full now."
Completing an art piece has guaranteed temporary satisfaction for Coleman's spiritual world.
Therefore, he is now very free to watch the fool's show.
Instead of killing fools.
"Okay, then I wish you success. The guide is inside. I think he is very satisfied with people like you!"
After the conversation ended, the driver saw the man walking away and walked towards the bus.
And when he opened the car door and saw the painting inside.
The expression went blank for a moment.
Shock flashed across his pupils.
The fingers were trembling a little, and the black cloth was not held firmly.
Then just listen to the sound of the ball rolling down.
The driver subconsciously turned around to see clearly what had landed.
Spheres, neither big nor small, with dullness and despair etched on their faces were dangling on the ground.
'Gudu'
"This... this is really cool."
He had been working as a scavenger for eleven years, but this day did not have such a big impact on him.
I looked at the 'garbage' on the ground, and then looked at the car.
He smiled reluctantly, his eyes trembled, and the back of his blue uniform shirt was almost instantly soaked. The driver licked his lips and adjusted his hat.
The voice was a little shaky and confused.
"Did I let some monster go?"
"That's really not fun!"
. You provide the master Miao Shijiu's Hunter x Hunter: Ultimate Elegance