If it is before the soul passes through, Maud can easily resist the bullet.

But now...

The black muzzle is like a god of death hanging high above the head. Once it falls, it will undoubtedly die.

"I have no malice."

Facing the gun, without any room for thinking, Maud quickly made his position.

The gun was pointed at him as soon as possible when he entered the door, indicating that the person holding the gun had noticed his small movement before he pushed the door open.

In this case, Maud had no other choice but to show that he was harmless.

After all, it was because the current situation of this body could not support any of his coping thoughts.

The door was silent outside the room, and the muzzle was still motionless.

After counting breaths, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded outside the door: "Stand in front of me."

"good."

Mode moved to the front of the door without hesitation, and the muzzle followed closely behind.

When he walked to the front of the door, Mo De saw the man holding a gun standing outside the door.

She is a thin girl wearing a coarse cloth.

The girl had short and delicate hair, and three scars on her face that fell from the corner of her left eyebrow to the corner of her right mouth like claw marks.

If I hadn't heard the hoarse female voice just now, I would probably have regarded the other person as a man at first sight.

"I have no malice."

Mod made his position again, then slowly raised his hands and signaled that he was unarmed.

At the same time, he glanced at the sack that the girl was holding on her left hand, and her eyelids shook slightly.

Compared to the unmoving and sophisticated gun-raising action, the presence of the sack made Maud even more uneasy.

Sunny stared at Maud's eyes and said lightly: "Be honest, if we want to be bad for you, do you think you still have a chance to speak here?"

After a little warning, Sunny put away the flintlock rifle very neatly.

She also knew that Mode's little move just now was more from self-protection psychology.

Otherwise, she would have pulled the trigger long ago without any hesitation.

Seeing that the situation was not that bad, Mod breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you're awake, you don't need this."

Without waiting for Mod to react, Sunny threw away the sack.

Including the time of return, this guy was in a coma for seven days.

According to Thor's opinion, since he can't wake up, he should recycle the waste to recover part of the medical costs spent on Maud.

Unexpectedly, this guy woke up at the last moment.

Maud glanced at the sack, his lips moved, and said, "If I haven't woken up, is this sack... used to hold me?

"Yes, if you don't wake up, I'll stuff you into sacks and sell them to the black market, and then you'll be dismantled by the 'mortician' into more than a dozen parts and become a product that you can buy as long as you have money."

Sunny smiled coldly.

Mod said silently.

Disassembly, parts, sales.

The words are quite subtle, and you can probably tell what kind of black industry it is.

There are also previous gunfires, which shows that this place is mostly related to Anding.

He could see that Sunny was not joking, but as Sunny said, if it was to be bad for him, then he would not have a chance to wake up.

In other words, although the prospects are unclear, it is at least safe at the moment.

As long as the situation is not bad, he has the opportunity to develop using the Hunter's Notes.

"What should I call you?"

Mod turned to ask about the girl's name.

Sunny slowly narrowed her eyes, pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "You are quite calm, just call me Sunny. As for your name, I should know."

Mod was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but saw Sunny take out a bronze pocket watch from her pocket.

Seeing the familiar and unfamiliar pocket watch, Maud raised his eyebrows.

That's his thing.

No, to be precise, it is the thing of the predecessor.

However, when the former was transferred to the slave-catching ship, the pocket watch should have been casually taken away by a man.

Now, the pocket watch is in Sunny's hands.

In other words, is it Sunny and the others who attacked the slave ship?

Mod thought silently.

If you remember correctly, the pocket watch has two photos embedded, one of which is a full-body photo taken by my predecessor when I was a sixteen-year-old man.

There is also a predecessor's signature in the lower right corner of the photo, no wonder Sunny said that.

Another photo is a family photo of the three... huh?

Is it a family of three or four?

The head stinged again.

Maud frowned.

Sunny was looking down at the pocket watch, but she didn't see Maud's expression.

"This pocket watch is yours, but it is my 'trophies' now, but given that we may become colleagues in the future, we will return the things that are reluctant to come to our original owner."

After saying that, Sunny threw the pocket watch at Maud.

Maud took the pocket watch, endured the stinging sensation and opened the cover, revealing the dial that had stopped inside and two photos embedded in the cover.

His eyes passed by his full body photo, and then stopped at the family photo where the four of them smiled particularly brightly.

Four?

Isn’t it just the predecessor and the parents of the predecessor?

Some memories suddenly showed signs of revival, and the tingling sensation in the head became even more intense.

Maud quickly closed the cover and remained silent.

He was very grateful for the body's rebirth, but he was unwilling to be affected by the remaining memories.

Sunny noticed Maud's strangeness, but was not interested in delving into it, reminding him: "As a person who has experienced it, I suggest you destroy the signed photo and give yourself an alias."

Mod looked up at Sunny, without asking why, and said, "Thank you, I will think about it."

Sunny nodded, then looked at the blood-stained bandage on Mode's forehead, and stopped talking and went straight to the point.

"Let's go with me to see Thor."

Mode naturally had no right to refuse. After putting away his pocket watch, he followed Sunny honestly.

The two of them arrived at the corridor one by one and then followed the stairs to the first floor.

As soon as I arrived at the first floor, a loud noise suddenly came from the front of the corridor, like the sound of a wooden door being violently kicked open and then smashed on the wall.

Sunny stopped hearing the sound, and Mod stopped seeing this and looked ahead of the corridor.

As the sound of smashing the door disappeared, an old male voice that looked like a duck's voice rang out immediately.

"Kidd, you bastard kicked my shop again. Do you believe that I've sucked your tendons?"

"It's so noisy. I've brought the money. Take Keanu's gun out."

The rebellious male voice, whose recognition is very obvious, said.

"Get out, I won't sell you even if I remove the gun and throw it into the landfill."

"Oh, then you throw it away, I can find it anyway."

"roll!"

The voice of conversation came from the front of the corridor, and at the end there seemed to be a store that was not large in size.

Listening to the conversation coming from the storefront, Sunny sighed helplessly.

The conversation continued, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more intense.

“Come on.”

Sunny speeded up.

Maud followed silently.
To be continued...