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Chapter 129 Inhumans
Netero is more than half bald, and what remains of his white hair is tied in a braid on top of his head.

The white eyebrows are very long, just like his pair of long earlobes that are quite Buddha-like.

The white goatee is very bushy.The remaining black part at the end of the beard raised a barb like the tip of a writing brush, adding a bit of unprincipled playfulness to this old monster who was suspected to be in his [-]s.

This not-so-serious, playful old man, the president of the Hunter Association, the master of the heart, with fluttering sleeves and clogs on his feet, sits casually in a corner of the hotel roof, and he is really not afraid of scorpions falling. go down.While blowing the cool wind at a thousand-meter altitude, he formed a circle with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, as if pretending that this was a telescope, looking into the distance...

"Jingyan Sparrow" instinctively compared it when passing by in the air obliquely above.

The direction Nitro was observing was the training ground where Master Houshan Sky was conducting his first competition in the first three days!
Who is he watching?
Sky Master?

Or Yun Gu and the others who are accepting the competition?
"Oh?"

Perhaps it was because of the gaze of "Scene Rock Sparrow", Nitro also suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

For the first time, Jing Yang thought it was a stone statue, but suddenly moved.

The Netero in front of him was like a mountain of ten thousand feet standing in front of him. When he looked up, it was obvious that the mountain was not moving at all, but it made people instinctively suspect that the mountain would fall down at any time, making him doomed.

Jing Yang thought of the stone Buddha under the peach blossom tree he saw in the dream last night, and the bodhisattva's dharma image made of petals all over the sky...

Just a moment later, the feeling just now disappeared like a hallucination. Nitro, who was sitting in the corner of the roof, seemed to be an ordinary old man, except that his eyes were not cloudy like ordinary old people, and the place where he walked Apart from being unusual, there is absolutely nothing surprising about it.

Nitro stroked his black barb-like beard and looked thoughtfully at the little gray bird hovering in the air.

"I'm just a passing bird, I'm just a passing bird..."

"Jingyan Sparrow" repeated these words in his heart, flapped his wings a few times, landed on the roof, jumped a few times, looked at the old man with his head tilted a few times, then jumped a few times, bowed his head and pecked casually, Then he spread his wings again as if nothing had happened, and flew away quickly...but when he flew away from the roof and headed towards the front mountain, he heard Nitro muttering to himself from behind: "The flow of air is a bit unusual."

What an old monster!
"Scene Rock Sparrow" fell down, lowered its height, and flew close to the ground on the top of the mountain. He had the illusion that he had been completely seen through by Nitro just now.

is it possible?

Based on experience alone, is it possible to tell at a glance that this bird is possessed by a person?

Jing Yang thought about such a possibility.

He has never observed the slight difference between the state of Qi on his body when he possessed the rock sparrow, especially the look of his eyes, and the usual appearance of the rock sparrow...

On the contrary, on the other side of the training ground, Master Tian was not affected at all. He neither looked back at the roof of the hotel where Nitero was, nor paid special attention to the changes in Zhen Yuanzi's body and the soul behind his head. He stood calmly and calmly at the front. Looking at the twenty martial artists of various schools who are still insisting on the state of "separation of soul and body".

After the initial stage of discomfort, the remaining fighters have been able to maintain this strange state well, enduring the hardship and loneliness of "out of mind", and some people have even begun to try to survive in this state. Command your own physical body.

As for the dozen or so fighters who have already been eliminated, some of them watched unwillingly, and some of them had already started preparing for the next round of martial arts competitions and joined hands to feed each other.

Hart collected his mood, while waiting for Senior Brother Yungu, while preparing to meditate, he saw Xiaodi picking up his mobile phone and taking pictures.

This is not good, is it?He opened his mouth wide in surprise.

……

"click" "click" "click"...

As soon as you get off the private airship, you will be greeted by the sound of shutters one after another.Kurapika and other bodyguards surrounded the employer, and soon entered the mountain villa in front of Xianshui Mountain, keeping the following photographers as far away as possible.

"I didn't expect so many reporters to come?" The employer was a middle-aged man who looked like an ordinary office worker. He opened his neckline without a tie casually, smiled and waved to the person who took the photo, but when he turned around, he cursed in a low voice: " Shit, what kind of cats and dogs can get in? Who sent the invitations to these low-class paparazzi? It's really lowering the style..."

The bodyguard with a square face joked, "Perhaps the reporters also want you to rate them."

The employer laughed, "Let their value skyrocket? It's a good idea!"

The Chinese-character face shrugged, "Those artists are eager to lose their fortunes to ask for a comment from Damatt, and journalists who chase celebrities and artists don't want to get a compliment from Damatt?"

"Hahaha!"

The employer Damat patted the bodyguard's shoulder with a square face and laughed endlessly.

The rest of the bodyguards looked calm.The national character face has the strongest strength and the oldest qualifications.

Kurapika also remained expressionless throughout the whole process. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small gray shadow flying towards the corner of the room, looking at him.

When he turned his head to look, the little gray bird also turned to look at him.

[Jing Yang? 】

[What else?After being disconnected for so long, I thought you couldn't find your way up the mountain. 】

[If you really encounter difficulties, I will take the initiative to contact you for help.Didn't you guys not contact me? 】

[Hehehe, there is no reason for the boss to take the initiative to contact the third child! 】

【It makes sense. 】

Kurapika nodded, and suddenly his employer, Damat, said disgustedly: "Hurry up and drive away! It's really... really unreasonable! How could such a thing appear in Xianshui Mountain?!"

Kurapika thought it was Damat who discovered the little gray bird controlled by Jing Yang, but when he turned his head, it turned out that a beggar rushed over and was stopped by the bodyguard on the other side.

【what's the situation? 】

【Didn't you arrive before me? ] Kurapika replied through the moon mark on the ring on his index finger, and at the same time said to his employer: "Let me handle it."

His employer, Damat, nodded, avoiding the beggar with disgust on his face, quickened his pace and entered the hotel in Xianshuishanqianshan villa with other bodyguards, and saw the welcoming lobby waiter, and asked: "What are you doing now?" What? Why do you still let beggars go up the mountain? This is a place of art! It's ridiculous..."

[I didn't ask about the beggar.I'm asking about your employer. 】The little gray bird flew over and landed on top of Kurapika's head.

Kurapika's eyes froze instantly.

He reached out and grabbed the little gray bird off the top of his head, and put it on his left shoulder. [He is the most influential critic, and the price of artworks reviewed by him has a miracle of 50 times overnight. deeds.Even movies and pop songs, even if they get a compliment from him, their popularity will increase... He was invited to participate in the Xianshui Mountain Art Exhibition and temporarily hired some hunters and bodyguards. 】

[Those people just now don't seem to be all folk hunters. 】

[Two of them are professional hunters.To be honest, the strength and level of a professional hunter is much lower than what I initially expected...]

【Ha ha! 】

Kurapika sighed again, "...of course it's because I have a good teacher. 】

[Teacher, let's leave it alone, the boss is very good. ] "Jingyan Sparrow" waved its wings generously and said, 【I thought you would find an artist to ride over. 】

【Initially I really wanted to find a painter. The best case scenario would be for Ma Xiu=Harrison to hire me directly, so I wouldn’t need to come to Xianshui Mountain...】

While using the ring to communicate with Jing Yang quickly with consciousness, while already helping the beggar on the ground, Kurapika asked kindly: "Are you okay?"

The beggar raised his head, his pure black eyes met Kurapika's.

"Jing Yanque" noticed that Kurapika's "voice" had suddenly dropped out of the line, and couldn't help being puzzled. He turned his head and saw that the old beggar that Kurapika had lifted had dark eyes and a weird smile.

The old beggar had a sharp voice, and said with a strange smile: "Compared to him, you are like a work of art! Gagagaga..."

He smiled so hard that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears!
And Kurapika reacted instinctively, and grabbed the old beggar's arm decisively, with such force that it was almost doubtful that he could crush the old beggar's arm.

But soon, Kurapika's hand gradually loosened, and he froze in place, thinking that he was petrified by the old beggar's "sunny smile".

what's the situation?
"Jingyan Sparrow" opened its mouth to give an order to Kurapika to activate the star mark on his body, but only heard the bird call of "chichi" coming from his own mouth.

By North!

The foot of "Jing Yanque" grabbed Kurapika's shoulder and tugged at the clothes, and simply switched to the first-person perspective control method.

Possess Kurapika!

Jing Yang instantly gained Kurapika's perspective.

Everything in front of him seemed to be immediately covered with a layer of reddish mist.

Like fire, but also like blood.

"Jingkula" made a decisive move, and grabbed the weird old beggar in front of him with a ball of anger, but the catch was in vain.

The old beggar disappeared out of thin air as if he did not exist.

Even if "Jingkula" used "Condensation", he could only see a fleeting mass of Qi, which disappeared right in front of his eyes.

Did he escape when he switched control modes and controlled Kurapika?
Thinking so, Jing Yang released the control on Kurapika, and the star mark under the clothes on Kurapika's chest quickly fell silent.

Kurapika staggered two steps, holding on to his knees to stabilize his body.

"Jing Yanque" asked: 【Are you okay? 】

【I'm fine...】 Kurapika stood up straight.

【your eyes.It's not like it's going to be okay. 】

Kurapika's eyes were still burning red, he closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath to regain his composure, glanced at the ground where the weird old beggar no longer existed, turned his head and walked towards the hotel.

[The moment I looked at that person just now, I seem to have seen that day...] Kurapika clenched his fists and said with a wry smile, 【It may be an illusion caused by the other party's telekinetic ability.After you controlled my body, my consciousness was pushed into the depths of my mind, and the hallucinations became longer...]

What monthly reading!
"Jing Yanque" scolded, and then asked: [The old beggar just said that you are more like a work of art than him? 】

【He should refer to my employer. ] Kurapika said calmly, 【Probably because he regards my experience as the material of some kind of art work.As far as I know, in this art exhibition, the artist who bought the pair of red eyes from the gangsters, the latest painting he will exhibit is such a theme...]

【calm!Eyes are turning red again! 】

……

Kurapika quickly entered the hotel.

"Where's the old beggar?" Damat asked, frowning.

"Already sent away." Kurapika replied in this way, the employer was an ordinary person, he couldn't say that he suspected that the other party was a psychic who had malicious intentions and used some means to escape.

"You said there are no beggars!?" Damat turned his head and got mad at the hotel waiter, but the waiter still had a polite smile. In short, he didn't know what to ask, or you should bring the old beggar over to have a look.

"King Rock Sparrow" just stood on Kurapika's shoulders, blending into the atmosphere.Others only thought it was a bird that Kurapika picked up outside.

On the way up the stairs, the bodyguard with a square face reminded: "You have to be careful about strange foreign objects, whether they are objects or living things."

"Thank you for the reminder." Kurapika said calmly, "The beggar just now was not sent away by me, but disappeared out of thin air after launching an illusion attack on me."

The bodyguard with a square face was very surprised, "An attack on the ability to read?"

"Anyway, be more careful."

They don't even know where the enemy is, so everyone can only deal with it like this.They are bodyguards, and they are there to deal with any troubles that may approach their employers.

The employer, Damat, got two rooms, and arranged two shifts for these bodyguards, day and night. One group lived with him, and the other group lived next door to rest.

Kurapika was assigned to the night shift, so he had some free time to rest during the day. After gathering, he listened to his employer's eloquence for a while, then dismissed and went to the next room.

The rest of the bodyguards who were also on the day shift planned to go out and get familiar with the terrain. Kurapika said he would go later.

After the others left, Kurapika sat on the sofa alone, looking at his hands.

"Chichi?"

The little gray bird jumped onto the tea table in front of him.

"What?" Kurapika asked suspiciously.

[What are you in a daze for? ] "Jing Yanque" switched to Yuebiao's communication channel, 【Is there anything unusual? 】

"Yeah." Kurapika looked at his palm, and said telepathically with the moon mark, [The moment I saw a hallucination outside, I grabbed the arm of the beggar and pierced his arm through the "Skull Knight". Arm skin, obtained a little blood from him...]

【Oh, your ability requires the blood of the target as a medium. 】

[But when he disappeared, the blood I obtained also disappeared. 】Looking at his clean palm, Kurapika suddenly raised his hand and threw out a gas object that turned into a dolphin bookshelf, and pulled out the fourth volume "Revelation" from it.Kurapika's eyes were burning red, and he entered the state of fiery red eyes, activating the special ability of "absolute time".

Whoa!
The fourth volume "Apocalypse" opened a blank page, floating in front of the fiery red-eyed Kurapika.

Jing Yang knows that Kurapika's "Apocalypse" has the functions of lie detection and person tracing, especially after entering the red-eye state, this function is upgraded again, even if there is a stranger who has met once, he can still find people. Lie detection on the monitoring screen, tracking and divination in the air... But now, Kurapika has burned "Absolute Time: Apocalypse" for 30 seconds, and the blank pages are still blank pages, with no trace of revelation appearing.

Phew, the books and dolphin bookshelves disappeared, returning to a ball of air.

Kurapika rubbed the space between his brows, and said to the "King Rock Sparrow" on the coffee table, "That beggar...is not a real creature."

……

It was dusk and the sky was getting dark.

In the back mountain practice field, seven or eight fighters couldn't hold on one after another, and returned to their bodies, their "souls" dissipated.

There are only eleven or twelve fighters left in the field who are still persisting.

Yungu and Zhehao are one of them.

Jing Yang didn't need to say much, he didn't need to use persistence to describe it at all, the whole process seemed very ordinary and there was no difficulty at all.

Yun Gu next to him was already struggling to control his physical body and sat cross-legged on the ground, and almost failed. At this moment, the "soul" behind his head was obediently holding his breath, sitting cross-legged in the air, not daring to move.

Jing Yang's "soul" sat on top of his physical body, with his chin resting on his hand.

If it weren't for the star marks on Rock Sparrow, Xiaodi, and Kurapika, which would allow him to "fly into the sky" in the true sense, and would not be boring, he might have abstained long ago...

Seeing him doing nothing, the "souls" of Zhehao and other fighters almost became unstable and collapsed.

Is the difference that big?
[Has the photo been taken yet? 】Jing Yang's "soul" looked at Xiaodi, and his voice was transmitted to Xiaodi's mind through the ring on his index finger.

Xiao Di shook the phone, then said to Hart, "Go back."

"Huh?" Hart touched his head.

Xiao Di didn't say a second time at all, but turned around and walked towards the Houshan Hotel.

Hart looked at senior brother Yun Gu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, no matter his body or "soul", and hurriedly followed Xiao Di's footsteps.

On the way, Xiaodi said, "Do you know Bisiji's cell phone number?"

"Are you talking about Senior Brother Yungu's master? Only Senior Brother Yungu knows about it?" Hart wondered, "But the hotel's landline may still have the call records from yesterday..." After a pause, he added, "Senior Brother Yungu Rather sloppy, it must have not been deleted!"

When they arrived at their hotel room, the call record with Bisji from last night was still there.

Xiao Di sent the photos he took to this number, with the text: "This is Master Sky. Has he changed from [-] years ago? ——Yun Gu"

Hart glanced at it, and suddenly realized that it turned out that sister Xiaodi was taking pictures of Master Sky!
Soon, Xiaodi's phone vibrated, and Bisiji texted back:
"You shot the wrong person, this is not Sky Master!"

"ps: Yungu is not this number! Who are you? Zhen Yuanzi?"

Hart looked at Senior Brother Yungu's master's reply letter, he was dumbfounded for a long time, unable to recover, and suddenly shuddered.

　Five thousand words!Great progress!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)