Demon Exchange

Chapter 197 Mother
Ning Qiu raised her eyelashes, stretched out her hand and smiled, "Understood, come with me."

The boy didn't resist at all, he followed dully, went up to the second floor, and came down again in less than 2 minutes...

But there was only Ning Qiu alone.

He looked at the sky, dismissed the idea of ​​going out, sat on the chair and asked, "On the seventh day of the lunar month, when the underworld receives the messenger, how long will it take to find you?"

The hand wiping the wine glass froze, and Luo Yueqi said: "At most one week, when the news of the great evil is sent out, the scope of my activities will be judged to be within the scope of this city. And the underworld will issue an order to make every area of ​​this city The area we are currently in will become the focus of the search area... Unless I leave the city and keep moving around, it will only be a matter of time before I find this place."

When she finished speaking, she secretly observed Ning Qiu's expression by using the polished wine glass as a mirror.

I saw Ning Qiu groaned, without any fluctuation on his face.

It's as if he just asked when the takeaway will arrive...

He pondered for a while, looked at Yao Lao and said: "Old Yao, are you afraid of offending the underworld, I allow you to avoid it..."

Yao Laodao shook his hand holding the mobile phone. He looked at Ning Qiu in shock, feeling uncomfortable all over his body. It was the first time he felt the "intimate care" from the boss, and he was flattered: "Boss, what you said is just in the underworld." Well, poor Daoist, my practice of Taoism is always going against the sky, and my ambition is to jump out of the five elements of life and death, and no longer be trapped by birth, old age, sickness and death. Now, if I am discouraged, what kind of Taoism should I practice..."

Ning Qiu was also shocked!

Yao Laodao can actually say such a backbone, no less than a magnitude [-] earthquake!

He was a little suspicious that this old guy had been taken away and reborn...

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The next day, after breakfast.

Ning Qiu turned on the electronic map in the phone, and his body flew into the sky as a spirit!

His left hand reached into his pocket to touch the contract, absorbing some of the power of the contract, and he immediately felt the target's location!
Yes, the teenager signed a contract with him yesterday.

The content is, as long as Ning Qiu helps him find his mother, then Ning Qiu can get anything from him...

Ning Qiu distinguished the direction, he did not use teleportation.

Because teleportation is fast and efficient, but the thoughts keep flickering, and you will feel a little motion sickness...

Free flight is the most comfortable way when there is nothing urgent...

He kicked his legs vigorously in the air, and a circle of mist appeared instantly, spreading from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, making a loud explosion!
It's a sonic boom!

Creating a sonic boom is easy!
When an object moves at high speed, when it is close to the speed of sound, there will be a kind of resistance to prevent its speed from increasing!

Commonly known as the sound barrier!
When an object breaks through the blockade of the sound barrier, the nearby air will be compressed, but the compressed air cannot be transmitted in time, and a circle and a shock wave surface will be generated in the direction facing the object!This shock wave surface is like a white mist, round in shape, covering the object like a skirt, but it won't last long. As long as it exceeds the critical point of breaking the sound barrier, the sonic boom will disappear...

The sudden explosion shocked Ning Qiu himself!
Only then did he realize that he flew out of the sonic boom. Fortunately, the physical body has been strengthened ten times, so there is no major problem.

He feels very comfortable in the sky. It is not unreasonable for human beings to long to fly in the air like birds since ancient times!
This feeling is indescribably fun!
But the speed was too fast, he quickly followed the guidance of the contract power and arrived at the destination...

It's a high school...

Shouldn't it be home...

Ning Qiu fell to the ground slowly, it was time for get out of class to end...

He took out the small bottle from his pocket, opened the bottle, and a faint green smoke came out, converging into the youth of yesterday.

On the back of the boy's head was an extra piece of talisman, which was used to protect the yang and lock the yin to prevent the sun from invading the body and causing the yin to collapse. He looked around blankly, and said dumbly: "This... this is my school... Not my home..."

Ning Qiu put his hand lightly on his shoulder and pointed to the front.

They are all in a state of spiritualization, and ordinary people cannot see their existence.

Following Ning Qiu's finger, the boy saw a group of people gathered on the second floor of the teaching building. He seemed to see an acquaintance, and there was a hint of agility in his eyes.

His body involuntarily floated over, and Ning Qiu silently followed behind.

The second floor of the teaching building, the corridor.

A woman in her 40s clutched the trouser legs of a man in her 50s with both hands. Her face was full of tears and she said dryly, "Please, let me watch the surveillance video. There is a video! My son has good academic performance, a gentle personality, and will not be hostile to others. There is no reason for him to commit suicide by jumping off a building... He will not commit suicide, please let me watch it!"

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and a gray suit, all famous brands.

It's a pity that no matter how good the clothes are, they are ruined by his big belly, his belly is bulging like an October pregnancy...

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and there was a trace of impatience in his eyes, but it was the end of get out of class time, and there were countless eyes staring at him.I had to suppress my voice and said to the woman: "Parent, I am deeply saddened and sympathetic to the death of your child, but there are many eyewitnesses to his death and classmates can prove that his death was only suicide by jumping over the balcony. There is no way for the surveillance video... The surveillance in the corridor on this floor failed to record what happened that day, so I'm sorry, I can't help you! Besides, although your child has good grades, who can prove that there is something wrong with him in his heart? Hiding illnesses or getting obsessed with playing games can cause you to be overwhelmed for a while... So, please don't mess around, or I will call security."

The woman shook her head desperately, and refused to let go of her hands!

Her tears hardly stopped: "No, I know my child, he is really good, he is not addicted to games, and our family has no genetic diseases!"

The old man with golden glasses pushed his glasses again: "I'm sorry, these are not important anymore, please leave!"

At this time, two school security guards walked over quickly, and they grabbed the woman's hand from left to right: "Don't make trouble, this is the school!"

The class bell rang, and the students walked into the classroom one after another.

The smile on the face of the old man with gold-rimmed glasses gradually disappeared, and his eyes signaled the security guard to pull the woman to the stairs. He followed, reached out and grabbed the woman's skirt, and said coldly: "Your son's death has nothing to do with the school, and there is no surveillance. If you make more trouble, I will sue you for extortion, and after entering, it will be difficult to visit your son's grave!"

Woman in pain and despair: "My son will not commit suicide, he will not commit suicide..."

The old man with gold-rimmed glasses showed a hint of ferocity, and he handed the document with the other hand to the security guard: "Hold it on her stomach!" The security guard hesitated, but did as he did, and the old man raised his leather shoe and kicked it over. , the woman's voice froze all of a sudden, and she couldn't breathe for a long time due to the pain... She was sweating profusely, and managed to utter a word, but it was still that his son would not commit suicide...

(End of this chapter)