I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

Jingyang casually told Kurapika some of the currently known information about the Death Aura.

Kurapika's head spun as he listened, and he exclaimed incredulously, "You're saying you were only this small a year ago? If you continue absorbing death energy, you might grow uncontrollably again?!"

"It's only because of its physical age! My body is already... well, it's huge."

Jingyang pointed to his head in dissatisfaction.

Kurapika was about to speak again when Jingyang raised a finger and said, "Shh! Quiet, quiet, there's a problem on the other side."

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were looking elsewhere.

Kurapika was annoyed. Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner? If I had known you had this health problem, I would never have let you participate in this operation!

Jingyang had no idea what he was muttering about; his attention was currently focused on that…nameless person responsible for picking up packages.

Someone is following me.

Moreover, they don't seem to be a gang.

Chapter 191 What a crime

The man took the envelope and left the Ancient Library. Not long after, he sensed that someone was following him.

This is not a "circle," but simply that Jingyang is sensitive enough to the flow of Qi, and his intuition has become increasingly sharp.

Or rather, the act of one person staring at another can create an interference in the atmosphere between them. However, this interference is so subtle that it is generally imperceptible. But if one party is sensitive enough, or if the observer's aura is far beyond that of an ordinary person, or if their gaze is too unrestrained, it will attract attention.

"One, two...four, five."

"So, there are only five people in total?"

The man, dressed in a jacket, jeans, and sneakers, with a hooded sweatshirt underneath, walked down the street looking no different from any other ordinary young person passing by.

We've walked three streets, and those five people behind me are still there.

As the man pretended to jump up and pat the roadside billboard, he secretly glanced back. The aura emanating from the people following him, both in terms of its magnitude and the shape of the aura naturally emanating from their heads, was far beyond that of ordinary people.

"If you want to pretend to be ordinary people, at least try to do it convincingly!"

"Or is he not faking it, and this is really his level of ability?"

The man, with the envelope tucked under his arm and hands in his jacket pockets, pondered for a moment before turning into a side street. Looking around, he saw the street lined with snack shops and small stores, teeming with people, bustling with life and lively atmosphere.

A few seconds or half a minute later, five people who appeared to be scattered but were actually spaced at the same distance and even took care of each other's blind spots quickly entered the street one after another.

"Be careful, the target may have spotted us," the person at the front muttered in a low voice. "Be prepared to take coercive measures against them at any time."

"Received." The four people behind walked on both sides of the street lined with small shops, their eyes constantly scanning the target a hundred meters ahead.

"Hey, watch out!"

A tabby cat suddenly rushed out of a roadside shop, yelling "Awooo!" and bumped right into a little girl passing by. Seeing this, the man warned him and pulled the little girl away to protect her. The tabby cat, scratching its paws, pounced on him and crashed into him with a "thud."

"Pig or cat? What did you eat?" The man, holding the large tabby cat that was constantly making a fuss in his arms, chuckled and casually tossed it aside.

"Awooo!" The big tabby cat let out a low, strange cry and darted into the crowd without looking back.

"Thank you, big brother," the little girl said with a smile.

"Hey, hey, big brother, my heart can't take it!" The man chuckled and pinched the girl's chubby cheek. "Where are your family?"

The chubby girl pointed to the roadside shop where the big tabby cat had just rushed out and said, "This is my home."

The assistant grunted, "The big fat guy and the little kitten from earlier, are they your pets?"

“Yes.” The chubby girl asked curiously, “Uncle, how did you know that Xiaohua’s name is Xiaohua? Where did Xiaohua run off to?” Before the man could answer, she started worrying about another question.

The helper could only comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, animals know their home, it will come back."

The five people following them were scattered on both sides of the road dozens of meters away. Some pretended to hesitate in front of the snack shop, while others looked around in front of the small goods store. They noticed that after the target chatted and laughed with a little girl for a few words, he quickly walked forward.

After following for a few steps, the target noticed something and suddenly stopped. The five then slowed their pace, and out of the corner of their eye, they saw him walk into a shop by the roadside... a flower, bird, and pet shop.

After waiting for a long time, the target still didn't appear.

"No, we need to act immediately." The team leader made a snap decision, waving his hand and leading the other four people quickly into the flower, bird, and pet shop.

Five strangers approached aggressively, startling the shop assistants and customers, who looked at them with suspicion.

The five of them scanned the store from different angles. There were various flowers, rare plants, lizards, salamanders, snakes, spiders and the like in glass cases, and even a chained monkey. Of course, there were also various birds in hanging cages, including birds of prey like owls. It seemed to be quite popular, as several of the owl cages were already empty.

"There it is." The team leader spotted the target on a lounge chair in the corner of the shop.

They walked over, but were stopped by the female shop assistant, who asked, "Excuse me..."

"Get out of the way." The five men casually pushed the female shop assistant aside, only to find that the target on the recliner hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

The team leader frowned and leaned closer to examine the situation. Was she really fast asleep?

Just right.

He quickly ran his fingers over the target's body, inside and out, his brow furrowing even more. Nothing?

He pulled out a cell phone and a wallet, tossed them to the people behind him to keep them safe, and then slapped the target awake.

The man slowly woke up and was startled to see the five men staring at him menacingly and the unfamiliar environment he was in. Just as he was about to make a move, the team leader pressed him down with one hand, and he lay firmly on the recliner, unable to move.

This guy is amazing! Cold sweat beaded on the tool's forehead.

"I'll ask, you answer," the team leader asked. "Where are the things?"

The tool-like figure asked with difficulty and confusion, "What is that? Who are you? Why am I here? -- Ah!!!"

He screamed in pain as the team leader broke one of his fingers.

"What you took from the Ancient Library," the team leader said coldly. "Don't play dumb with us."

The man was sweating profusely, his face deathly pale. "I really don't know what you're talking about! I've never been to any Ancient Library, nor have I taken anything! What's going on?" He was practically in tears. What had he done to end up in this situation? Thinking back, he should have been...

"Oh, right! I wanted a hunting license..."

The team leader frowned; something seemed amiss. He chopped the man in the neck with a chop, knocking him unconscious. "We'll interrogate him slowly back home."

Two of the other four people picked up the unconscious man and walked out of the store.

Faced with this unexpected situation in the store, many customers left early, but some stayed to watch the excitement.

The team leader glanced around, then looked at the female shop assistant, trying to soften his voice as he asked, "Don't be afraid. This man is a shady amateur hunter who has killed many people. We're arresting him. Can you tell me what happened after he entered the shop? I need every single detail, every single action, from the moment he came in until we came in."

The female shop assistant glanced at the onlookers. The leader ordered the remaining two to chase everyone away, then went to deal with the disgruntled shop owner—pulling out money in one hand and a gun in the other. The female shop assistant walked to a small, empty birdcage and recounted everything that had happened since the "tool" (a person who had been brought in) entered.

There's really nothing to say. After the customer came in, he said he was too tired and asked if he could have a chair to lie down on. He also slipped the female clerk a small tip.

"That's all, this is the money he gave me," the female shop assistant said, pulling out two folded 10,000 yuan bills.

The team leader asked repeatedly, but still couldn't get any more information, so he had to give up and leave with his group.

After the commotion ended, the customers dispersed to continue admiring the flowers, birds, and pets.

The female shop assistant opened the birdcage above her head, and the little sparrows inside flew out silently.

Watching the little sparrow circle the ceiling and fly out of the store, the female shop assistant suddenly let out a long breath, her eyes abruptly changing, showing a mix of panic and confusion.

A voice echoed in her mind: If those people come again, bite your tongue. If nothing happens, prick the five-pointed star on your palm with a needle a week later, and everything will be fine.

The female shop assistant was puzzled; what exactly had just happened?

Ever since that customer (the tool) came in and shook hands with me with a smile, I suddenly felt like I'd lost control of my body. It was as if another version of myself was controlling my limbs, fetching an owl for the customer. Even though it had been specially trained, the owl was still a bird of prey, but in that person's hands, it was incredibly docile, not moving when told to move, and moving when told to move—yes, the person simply waved their hand, and the owl flew away through the back door of the shop.

She wanted to scream and chase after him, but she froze, unable to open her mouth. Then, almost as if possessed, she brought over a recliner and let the person lie down on it.

The person fell asleep almost the instant they lay down.

Meanwhile, the other voice that had occupied his mind controlled his hands and feet, leading him to scratch a small pentagram on the chest of the person sleeping soundly on the recliner with his fingernails. Not long after, the five people at the door burst in…

On a street corner, two people surrounded the team leader, who was talking on his phone.

"We were too late, the things were taken..."

The guy was speaking very softly on the phone. Jingyang's little sparrow, whose ears were really not good enough, was standing on the eaves above the other person's head, almost face to face, but it still couldn't hear very well.

Speaking of face-to-face...

Just as the little sparrow was about to pounce, the leader below suddenly glanced over.

The little sparrow casually lowered its head and pecked at the heel of its claw, breaking the star mark.

The little sparrow, freed from control, reverted to its natural instincts. It twisted its head, spread its wings one last time, and curiously exchanged a glance with the large human below. Perhaps intimidated by the human's presence, it quickly fluttered away.

Although it was confused about the situation, it seemed to be in a good mood. Farewell, cage!

……

"This kind of behavior doesn't seem like that of a gangster."

In the alleyways, a large tabby cat, carrying an envelope in its mouth, moved through the crowd. Despite being overweight, the natural advantages of felines allowed Jingyang to move swiftly and silently, like an orange phantom.

"But to be honest, I don't know much about the gangs in the Hunter world. Maybe they just have these highly skilled professional thugs?"

"He said they were a step too late. It seems they knew the letter was on its way and followed it here. The letter arrived at the Ancient Library, where I took it. They arrived shortly after, which is why they said they were a step too late..."

"First of all, they certainly weren't people Blatt arranged himself. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been a step too late; the letter would probably have been intercepted halfway there."

"Other gangs?"

"Or perhaps...one of Kakin's people?"

Jingyang really didn't want to speculate in this direction, but it seemed that no matter how he looked at it, the things he was involved in were always inextricably linked to these Kakin people.

孽 孽!

The big yellow cat leaped up and climbed to the top of the wall. An owl was already waiting there.

Do it quickly!

Jingyang urged himself to get up. The big yellow cat jumped up and approached, and the owl stretched out its sharp, hook-like beak and snatched the rolled-up envelope away.

During the collision at the shop entrance, Jingyang, with the help of a helper, quickly starred the big yellow cat, then pulled out the envelope from his pocket, stuffed it into the cat's mouth, and controlled it to run away... He originally intended to use it and then remove the star from the big yellow cat during the handover, but remembering that he had told the little fat girl that the big yellow cat would find its way home, he withdrew his owl beak, which was about to peck at the cat.

I have little confidence that this fat cat will be able to find its way back, so I'll just have to go through the trouble myself!

Jingyang controlled the big yellow cat to stroll back the way he came with plump yet elegant steps, while simultaneously controlling the owl to spread its wings and take flight with a rolled-up envelope in its beak.

His main body, carrying Shizuku and Kurapika, was already heading towards the nearest city, saving his poor owl from the arduous task of flying across the entire continent. However, he estimated it would still be at least several dozen kilometers; perhaps he could find a ride on the roof of a car to rest on...