Chapter five hundred and fiftieth chapter control ability
"Uncle Xue, we are back."
When Erniu's cheerful childish voice came from in front of the door, Xue Chen was distracted and the teacup fell to the floor with a bang, and rolled away a few steps away.
Erniu ran over and saw the tea cup that fell on the ground. She knelt down, picked it up in her hand and put it back on the coffee table. Then she threw herself in front of Xue Chen and raised a smile: "Uncle Xue, do you miss me?
I miss you."
"Think about it." Xue Chen smiled lightly and reached out to touch Er Niu's little head, but the scene that just happened was playing over and over in his mind.
After a brief chat with Jiang Huilan and Erniu, he went up to the third floor, returned to his bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to touch the area between his eyebrows.
Thinking of the scene that just happened, and the bullets from Jessica's pistol that were blocked by the lake, he vaguely realized something, and roughly guessed the ability of the jade under the brow that was formed by the condensed and transformed black ancient jade essence!
"Is that really true?"
Xue Chen's eyes flickered violently, he pondered silently for a moment, then turned to look at a ballpoint pen placed on the bedside table.
"Um?"
He looked carefully. Suddenly, his mind flashed and his eyes flickered.
The ballpoint pen moves!
Under his gaze, the ballpoint pen rolled without warning, and then it stood upright!
"rise!"
Xue Chen muttered silently in his heart, and a mysterious power surged out from the jade between his brows, like threads from a spider web, wrapped around the ballpoint pen. He directly lifted the ballpoint pen up and hung it above the bedside table!
Looking at this scene in a daze, his face was greatly moved, he clenched his fists hard, and the deepest part of his eyes burst out with brilliant brilliance!
He finally understood now that the ancient black jade shed its former outer shell and entered his body, condensing into a jade coffin under his eyebrows. More than that, it also evolved new abilities, but it was not given to his eyes, but to his eyes.
His own existence! He can withstand incoming bullets and control the movement of things. He seems to understand the effect of this ability.
"fly!"
Xue Chen took a deep breath and let out a deep cry in his heart. When he saw the ballpoint pen, he suddenly flew three or four meters away to the window, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.
"return!"
He was like a child who suddenly got a remote control plane as a gift. He controlled the ballpoint pen to fly up and down in the bedroom, sometimes running straight, sometimes drawing circles around him, like a mini bomber, his movements were clean and neat, and his speed was very fast.
Extremely fast!
After playing for ten minutes, he reached out and held the ballpoint pen hovering in front of him in his hand, and looked at a chair next to him again!
Controlling a chair was obviously much more difficult than a ballpoint pen. Under his gaze, the wooden chair first trembled a few times, and then slowly floated up, ten centimeters above the ground. The chair was under his control.
He also moved in the bedroom.
When Jiang Huilan came to tell him that he was done eating, he put his chair back and walked to the door. He didn't reach out and just glanced down at the door handle. The door handle clicked and he turned it open. Then the door opened automatically. He
He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and walked out.
After some careful attempts and experiments just now, he has basically understood the ability of Yuzhu under the skin and bones between his eyebrows, which can be called control! Hypnosis ability is to control and hypnotize the thoughts of a living person, and this control is to control objects.
Movement! It can be as small as a ballpoint pen weighing tens of grams, or as large as a wooden chair weighing several kilograms.
And this ability, like the rejuvenation of the eyes and the hypnotic ability, has a limit and is not inexhaustible. He moved the ballpoint pen very easily, and he did not feel tired after playing for more than ten minutes.
But it was also difficult to move the wooden chair, and a tearing pain that ranged from slight to unbearable gradually developed between the eyebrows. It was just like when I resisted the bullets fired by the pistol, and I couldn't control the wooden chair.
It became more and more difficult, and in the end I couldn't control the wooden chair and let it fall to the ground.
In other words, the ability value of control is certain. It is easier to control light things, and the longer it can last, and vice versa. In addition to the weight, controlling the speed of the object's movement also consumes the control ability.
Influence.
After dinner, he began to feed several other mouths in the family. First, he filled Hui Qiu's food box with dog food, then chopped up two kilograms of beef to greet Xiao Jin, and finally grabbed some dried fruits and hung them on the trunk of the tree.
snow squirrel in front of small house.
Two snow squirrels were squatting on a high branch and talking about love. When he put down the dried fruits, the snow squirrel Xiao Huang jumped down to eat without hesitation, while another foreign snow squirrel stood on the ground.
She was watching him cautiously from the high branches, probably waiting for him to leave before coming down to taste the delicious food.
"You've been coming to my house to eat and drink for more than a month, and you're still afraid of me?"
Xue Chen looked up at his girlfriend who had been 'abducted' by the snow squirrel Xiao Huang, smiled and said to himself, and at the same time stretched out a hand and whispered, "Come here."
Whoosh.
Another little snow squirrel that was squatting on a high tree branch just now was pulled down by Yuzhu's ability, and was accurately caught by Xue Chen. He squinted and reached out to touch it a few times before it was held in his hand.
The little snow squirrel, which was so frightened that it squeaked, was put back on top of the small house.
He came to the big iron gate of the villa, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the lotus pond under the night for a long time.
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No one likes to go to a funeral parlor, because it often heralds the departure of relatives and friends around them, but Xue Chen drove to the door of Qingfengshan Funeral Parlor in Haicheng City in the morning.
Funeral parlors should be regarded as businesses that will not be affected by the financial crisis. No matter whether you are rich or poor, you must visit this place after your death.
Qingfengshan Funeral Home is located ten miles outside the city. It has a large area. There are unique buildings inside. Cars are constantly coming in and out, and people wearing black clothes are coming and going. If there is no sign,
And the crying man looks like a tourist attraction.
Xue Chen parked the car in the large yard of the funeral home and started walking aimlessly. The purpose of his coming here was very simple. There was only one purpose, which was to find out what the gray mist on the middle-aged man was about.
Is it related to working in a funeral home?
Since Yu Yan can absorb the gray mist and filter it into spiritual energy, he will naturally not let go of this important clue. He must come to investigate and find out everything in person.
The yard of the funeral home was very large, and no one paid attention to him as he walked back and forth. From time to time, he would meet some funeral home staff. He silently recorded in his heart that among the more than ten people wearing work clothes he met, there were three of them.
There was gray mist on his body, but it was very thin, not even one-tenth of the size of the man yesterday.
Until a woman in her forties walked out of a building, and he stood still. The woman was in her forties, but she looked a little older. She had many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a lot of powder on her face.
Very white and expressionless, he walked towards another building.
In Xue Chen's eyes, this woman also had gray mist on her body. Compared with the gray mist on the man selling the jade bracelet yesterday, it was about 70% thicker.
Just when Xue Chen was about to step forward and chat with the woman, a familiar face appeared in his field of vision. It was the man who sold jade bracelets yesterday. He was wearing dusty clothes and was standing next to a man.
Smoking alone behind the small door of the building.
Xue Chen thought for a moment and then walked straight over. It wasn't until the man standing smoking behind the small door not far away from the two noticed him.
Seeing Xue Chen, the man was obviously stunned and a little panicked.
Xue Chen walked over and said with a smile: "Brother, we meet again, but you don't have to worry, I won't ask where that jade bracelet came from, and I don't care, even if it was ripped off from a dead person.
It doesn’t matter.”
When Xue Chen said something that was on his mind, the man's face paled obviously, the corner of his mouth twitched, he stared at Xue Chen cautiously, and asked in a stern tone: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I just want to ask a few simple questions." Xue Chen smiled and asked directly, without waiting for the man in front of him to agree or refuse, "How long have you been working here?"
The man hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure of Xue Chen's inner thoughts and purposes, and finally said in a low voice: "Why are you asking this? It's been ten years."
"Ten years." Xue Chen nodded clearly and asked, "I just met a woman who also works here. Her face was very white. Do you know her?"
The man paused: "Are you talking about Zhao Cuiyun?"
"How long has she been working here? Seven years? What kind of job does she do?" Xue Chen asked thoughtfully.
"How do you know? She came here more than three years after me, and she works as a makeup artist for dead people. She is what everyone calls a beautician for corpses." The man looked at Xue Chen with a puzzled look.
Xue Chen chatted with the man whose name he had not asked for for more than ten minutes and then walked away. He had already asked what he wanted to know and roughly understood the origin of the gray mist.
The man selling jade bracelets was refining corpses. He had been working for ten years, and the gray mist around his body was the thickest. The woman was putting makeup on corpses. She had been working for seven years, and the gray mist had become thinner.
This shows that the gray mist should only gradually accumulate on people who have been in contact with the dead for many years, and the longer the contact time, the more gray mist is on the body.
"Death anger?"
Xue Chen stood in the courtyard of the funeral home and touched his chin with one hand. He felt a little weird in his heart. Those gray auras were obviously not a good thing. They were definitely not good for the human body. They could be refined and filtered into spiritual energy by the jade crystal. It was really weird.
A little strange.
But these are not important. What is important is that the gray mist can provide spiritual energy. What needs to be considered now is how to absorb all the gray mist from these people for his use. (To be continued)