"What did you say?!" The old man's face turned gloomy, and his gaze slowly shifted to Maori: "Your friend has indeed helped us, but this kindness cannot make you slander the hunter so much."

His voice was very light, but he did not hide his murderous intention at all. It is not difficult to imagine that as a hunter, this old man must not be an ordinary person.

To be honest, the Hunter organization values ​​the most is the team, and even their ability to put the interests of the team above their lives is inseparable from their childhood training of "all tasks are the most important" so Maori's words are undoubtedly the kind of slap in the faces of these people.

"If you hadn't saved 71's life, I would have a reason to hammer you into meat sauce now!" Behind Maori, the short and thick who swung his fist at the beginning also leaned over, and his knuckles were creaking, and even through the gloves could be heard.

However, Maori didn't mean panic at all. He smiled and continued to maintain his previous posture: "I can probably understand your team model of mutual trust, but except for the traitor, I can't understand how your whereabouts were exposed along the way.

Of course, I won’t care about the internal affairs of your team. I just hope you can tell me the direction of the town nearest. Tomorrow morning, my friends and I will leave your team and go to the town by ourselves... As for you, I can only wish you good luck."

Mao said in a non-spicy tone that the meaning was very obvious. He just recognized that there were traitors in this team, so he was not going to follow the team. As for whether you guys will be destroyed by the traitors, he doesn't care about his affairs.

This approach is very annoying, but also reasonable.

"Be smart." The short and thick man muttered angrily, and then squatted on the ground.

"We just solved a raid of dead bodies in the afternoon. Tonight should be considered safe. If you insist on acting alone, please." The old man also said in a deep voice. This was his last sentence. After saying that, he returned to the shadow, as if he wanted to rest.

The fire swayed, and the night gradually faded, and the hunters entered the resting speed very quickly. They could enter sleep in almost a few minutes. This cave was one of the few hidden places along the way where they could fall asleep peacefully, so they were unwilling to waste this hard-earned rest opportunity.

In the cave, the only quiet sound of the cracked wood is the sound of the light...

However, no one seemed to fall asleep, just like the old man.

Maori's words were like a thorn piercing his throat, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. As an old hunter, he certainly knew that there was a spy in the team, but if he put aside the hunter's inherent thinking and only thinks from a theoretical perspective, it seems that only the statement [spee] can explain clearly why he has never been able to get rid of the enemy's pursuit.

In the shadow, the old man's eyes slowly opened a gap. Under the background of the bonfire, everyone was silently motionless, but the old man didn't know if there were someone who was squinting his eyes and observing him like him.

"If there is a spy, then who is he? Why is he standing on the side of the dead body? The most important thing is, how did he reveal his whereabouts along the way to the enemy?"

The old man was thinking like this. He squinted his eyes and observed everyone's movements, and he didn't sleep all night...

In the early morning, if calculated based on modern time, it should be around three o'clock. A halo just appeared in the sky, but it finally provided some visibility.

Lu Yuan and Maori woke up and left the cave without disturbing others. The air conditioning overnight did not dissipate. In the black fog, only gloomy outlines could be seen.

"Actually, if I told them about my importance to this world, I think they might work hard to protect you and me. This breaking of the road would be easy." Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment and said.

But Maori shook his head: "Don't think about it, there are traitors among them, and it's more dangerous to show their identity to them."

"It's still hard to believe that there are traitors among hunters. How confident are you?"

"One hundred percent." Maori said, and then signaled Lu Yuan not to stay anymore, it would be better to leave.

But at this moment...

"You left so early, are you trying to avoid us?" A voice sounded from behind the two. It was the old man. Lu Yuan didn't hear any footsteps. In fact, if this guy had just stabbed him, he would definitely not have noticed it.

Fortunately, he didn't.

Lu Yuan turned around and said, "You...she shouldn't care about my stay or not."

The old man hesitated for a moment, and it seemed difficult to speak, but he finally said, "I have some questions about the idea of ​​[traitor]."

"Ha~" Lu Yuan chuckled: "Didn't you say firmly yesterday that there can't be any traitor among you?"

"Actually, I don't agree with your ideas now, but... I'm 70 years old. In my life, I haven't heard of rumors that humans have joined the Dead Legion, so... I want to hear your thoughts. Of course, this does not mean that I doubt my team, but I can't go through the next path with this skeptical attitude."

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Maori suddenly interrupted. In fact, according to the current form, he could ignore the old man and turn around and leave, but he still took this sentence abnormally.

The old man thought for a while: "First of all, let's not talk about whether there are traitors among us. Even if there are, I don't think he can pass on the information."

"Oh? Why are you so sure?" Maori asked back.

"Our whereabouts along the way are extremely secret. Even the most powerful hunters cannot leave any marks under our noses. Moreover, we have special people who will clear the traces of marching along the way."

Maori smiled: "How can you be sure that the person who went back to clean up the traces would not leave some clues?"

"Of course I can be sure, because we are different people who clean up the traces every time. We can't all be spies, right?"

"So that's it." Maori nodded: "That means, you don't need to leave any traces, and the enemy can find you, or..."

Maori didn't finish this sentence, and suddenly, it seemed as if he had thought of something suddenly.

Then, he said something inconspicuous.

"Yesterday, the bone that penetrated the abdomen of Hunter No. 71 was about 20 cm long."
Chapter completed!