I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Xiao Di said seriously, "During the battle, the special effects on them look very strange."

Doesn't that seem strange?

In a world where superpowers truly exist, the more a movie's special effects deviate from what Nen abilities should look like, the more awkward they appear to those in the know.

"I'm here, and you're there?" Jingyang asked.

"Okay." Little Drop turned around.

When Jing Yang easily knocked out the few guys on his side who had ulterior motives in a flash, he realized that something was wrong with Xiao Di's side.

It's not that Xiaodi is wrong, but that Xiaodi's opponent is wrong.

On her side, there's a guy who's pretty strong; at least he can give Xiaodi a chance to fight back once.

Then, Xiao Di raised her hand and flung out a burst of Nen energy, which transformed into a chainsaw shape along the way.

The chain, sharp as teeth, began to spin rapidly, and with a single tug, it tore off the opponent's arm at the shoulder and began to twist towards his torso...

Upon seeing this, Jingyang put down the unconscious people at his feet, took out his phone, and ran away.

call!

He moved as fiercely as a gust of wind, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. The few pedestrians on the roadside thought it was just a breeze.

Rock Sparrow looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Jingyang stopped after mentally estimating the distance, and checked the timer on his phone—19.59 seconds!

"Rounding it up, that's a 1000-meter run in under 19 seconds." Jing Yang put away his phone with satisfaction and walked back. "With a little more effort, even if there's an emergency, I should be able to run the maximum distance that death energy can absorb before that person completely dies. Sigh, I've been so worried about you."

He touched his chest and returned to where he had been.

A blood-soaked creature lay at Xiaodi's feet, and she looked at it with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, he's not dead?" Jing Yang went over to take a look. Although the person had been torn to shreds by Xiao Di's chainsaw, he was still breathing.

“Hmm,” Xiao Di said, “He’s the strongest, so Jing Yang should use him.”

"Alright." Jing Yang flicked his finger and threw out a ball of energy, which enveloped the blood on the mangled body and twisted into a pentagram shape.

The floating bubble finally found a clean spot on the man's bloodied and mangled body and successfully left its star mark.

The instant the star appeared on the skin of his left scapula, his incredible self-healing ability was immediately activated.

The muscles and skin, mangled and bloody from being shredded by the chainsaw, began to regrow and heal. Even the severed arm moved towards him, carried by his psychic energy...

……

Jing Yang did not intend to give this tool any memories of the period when he was controlled. Therefore, after his severed arm was reattached and his physical injuries were almost healed, he directly possessed and controlled him from a first-person perspective.

The tool glanced at his unconscious companion lying on the ground, ignored him, and walked straight outside. He found a shopping mall on the way, went to the restroom to tidy himself up, and washed off the remaining bloodstains.

Looking at myself in the mirror, and seeing the men and women on either side staring at me with surprised eyes, I felt like I had seen this scene somewhere before.

The man fell into deep thought, then bought a ticket to the neighboring city for tomorrow.

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While the "tool person" was on the train to the Ancient Library in the neighboring city to wait for the delivery, Jingyang, Xiaodi, and Kurapika had already boarded the airship and headed to another city to meet up with Simaco and Xuanlu.

Kurapika looked at the glass jar in front of him and said to Jingyang, "Let's begin."

“If you don’t mind, I definitely have no objection,” Jing Yang said, opening the lid and taking a fiery red eye out of the preservative solution.

Jingyang plucked a fine strand of hair, enveloped it with his spiritual energy, and floated it toward the fiery red eye's pupil, leaving a tiny, rose-gold pentagram mark on the fiery red surface.

Kurapika remained silent as he watched Jingyang put the Scarlet Eyes back into the container, and as the Scarlet Eyes, which seemed to have changed little, sank into the solution.

Xiao Di raised her hand and summoned the bulging-eyed fish, which sucked away all the preservative solution that had gotten on Jing Yang's hands.

……

After disembarking from the airship, Jingyang called Xuanlu, and soon the two groups met at Sima Ke's mansion.

Marco looked preoccupied and in low spirits.

"What's wrong with him?" Jingyang asked.

Melody glanced at Kurapika, whom he was meeting for the first time, and replied, "It seems that something big has happened in the mafia these past few days, with some significant changes. Marco thought the wedding would be postponed or even canceled, but it went ahead as planned... He's worried that something might happen at the wedding, and that it might be very unsafe."

Jing Yang said, "Doesn't he have bodyguards? Don't worry, I can vouch for that. His bodyguards are more than capable."

"Have you ever fought with gangsters?" Melody asked.

"Hey, who hasn't messed around with a few gangsters in this life?" Jing Yang laughed.

"A steady heartbeat. It's not a lie," Melody thought to herself, then noticed the blond, handsome boy observing her, and she nodded politely.

"She's the hunter Jingyang mentioned who can hear people's thoughts," Kurapika thought to himself. "Being able to discern thoughts and emotions from a heartbeat, and to distinguish lies, isn't just about having good hearing; it's probably a genuine Nen ability derived from musical talent..."

"That heartbeat, that confident and steady rhythm of thought," Melody thought. "So that's it. Was he confirming my abilities just now? Zhen Yuanzi must have told him. It seems they have a good relationship..."

Xiao Di carefully kept the three wedding invitations that Si Ma Ke had given her.

Jingyang said, "Before we set off, may I make a small request?"

The four bodyguards, Pa Wa, Rui Li, Inferno, and Qian Apo, looked at Jing Yang warily. Sima Ke raised his hand and nodded to Jing Yang, "Please speak."

"The gift you're giving is Red Eyes, right?" Jingyang asked.

Si Ma Ke smiled wryly, "Yeah, it's the one you almost snatched away last time."

Incidentally, they were also extorted for several hundred million.

"Sigh, let bygones be bygones, it's not worth mentioning." Jing Yang waved his hand and laughed, "Do you know who those fiery red eyes in your hands belong to?"

Si Ma was completely baffled.

"So, whose eye sockets were those eyes originally in?"

"Of course I... didn't know that." After all, it involved human organs and shady dealings, so Marco's tone was a little unnatural.

Jing Yang could sense a brief fluctuation in Kurapika's Nen energy behind him. He was wearing black contact lenses; otherwise, one could have seen a faint red glow appearing in his eyes.

Jingyang took a jar from Kurapika's bag and said, "In that case, please do me a favor and let's switch. You can give us this pair of Scarlet Eyes as a gift, and we'll take your pair."

Several bodyguards looked at the jar in his hand and saw the fiery red eyes floating in the solution inside.

"Don't worry, these red-eyed ones are not fake," Jingyang said.

“I have no doubt about that,” Marco waved his hand. “This color is obviously not fake.”

Melody said, "Did you tamper with these eyes?"

If a signal device is installed on a tank, it will definitely be detected.

Smarco asked doubtfully, "If that's the case, then you can just give these eyes away as a gift yourselves, it's the same... right..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt an aura emanating from the blond boy behind Zhen Yuanzi... well, an aura that made him involuntarily shut up. That single, unwavering gaze alone was enough to render him speechless.

"Shall we change it?" Jingyang asked.

"Alright then," Sima Ke reluctantly agreed.

Chapter 184 You Know Nothing

Snap, trembling fingers gripped the lighter.

Claude bent down, lit his cigar, took a deep drag, and peeked through the blinds at the children playing on the grass.

Ever since he sent the treasure map to the address Blatt gave him, it was as if a switch had been flipped in his body, and an urgent urge to end his own life grew stronger and stronger until it became increasingly difficult to suppress.

Being alive is just good luck; I've never encountered anyone like the Phantom Troupe before.

Claude stubbed out his cigar, recalling Blatter's words from back then.

This world is so unfair.

Claude straightened his suit, sat down in an executive chair made of the skin of some rare bird, opened a drawer on one side, and took out a dagger.

We are all human beings, yet even our right to live or die is so unequal.

Without hesitation, the cold blade sliced ​​open his own throat, and as blood gushed out, he seemed to hear the wind whistling past his jaw.

Before her vision blurred, her body moved involuntarily again. Holding the blood-stained, slippery dagger, she gently stabbed it into a tiny, rose-gold pentagram pattern that had appeared in her palm at some unknown time...

Claudi's cold body lay slumped on the table.

Suddenly, a woman's hand grabbed his hair, flipped his head over, and exposed a gruesome wound on his neck. During the process, one side of his face was almost torn off by the sticky, congealed black blood.

Babu nodded, chewing gum, and gave Lieying a look.

Lieying then put the phone to her ear, said "oh oh" twice, and then went over to look at Claudi's palms.

"There is a scratch. Looking at the wound, it was from the tip of a dagger. The wound isn't deep."

After speaking into the phone, he quickly gave two cold laughs and hung up.

"How is it?" Bab asked.

"As you can see, just as I guessed, this person also died in a similar way. Suicide, haha."

As Lie Ying spoke, his entire body shrank, his facial features changed, and his hair became shorter, transforming him into a handsome young man with a baby face—the Phantom Troupe's number 6 member, Xia Ke.

He spoke in the same voice as the knight-errant, in the knight-errant's tone: "Similar style of movement, the Yin Beasts that seem to be deliberately courting death, the two old men who are ordinary people suddenly becoming Nen users and being able to skillfully use Enchanting... If introducing just one factor can connect all of this, then I would guess that in that battle, there might have been some unknown Nen user who was manipulating the system hidden outside."

The phone was tossed around, and Lie Ying flicked his thumb, sending out a dart-like antenna that pointed at Claudi, whose death resembled that of Blatt.

"Judging from the activities of those he controls, this person's manipulation abilities have a higher degree of freedom than my Nen abilities. Therefore, I guess his ability has a weaker degree of control over those he controls. That's why he has to make everyone he controls die. Either they are killed, or he dies himself. And it can't be a sudden death; it has to be a death from a fatal but not instantaneous injury..."

Pop! Babu blew a bubble with his chewing gum, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, one of the two Yin Beasts we fought at the end died in this way."

“I guess the reason for this is to deal with something he left on his manipulated subjects.” Rei twirled the phone antenna like a pen. “It seems he’s different from me. The medium he uses to achieve his Nen manipulation abilities isn’t a real object or tool, but rather something constructed from Nen, which is why it’s so easy to clean up. Great, I’ll have to pull the antenna off the enemy’s body and retrieve it every time…”

Bab chewed gum and stared at him.

Lieying asked curiously, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

“Who are you?” Bab asked.

"Hero—I am of course Lieying!"

"Your ability, the side effect wouldn't be causing a split personality, would it? Or what's called self-awareness disorder?" Babu muttered to himself. "When you go crazy or die in the future, I'm going to recommend someone who looks more agreeable to the leader to join the group."