The neighbors in the neighborhood who formed a chain of contempt had something strange above their heads.

Wang Xia could see the strangeness, because he had reached the second realm and had new abilities.

One realm, psychic!

Two realms, open the mind!

The opening of the spirit hunter will open one randomly among the three hundred and sixty Zhou Tian spirit aperture in the human body.

What Wang Xia opened was his eyes.

The eye is divided into many branches, which evolve different abilities.

For example, some spirit hunters have the ability to see through with their eyes open.

There are also spirit hunters, after their eyes are opened, they have their own deterrent power, and a glance can make the opponent's mind confused.

There is also a very rare eye, with a seductive effect, which can confuse people's hearts, such as the proprietress of the recycle bin.

Wang Xia, who had been in retreat for seven days, did not understand the role of his eyes, but as soon as he went out, the truth was in front of him.

Directly above the heads of many passers-by, a layer of white gas swirled.

It was a white color with a lot of positive energy, full of vitality.

It can be seen that the person with the white gas on his head is on the rise, and all aspects are relatively smooth.

Most of the owners who live in the famous city of feelings are well mixed, and the white gas above their heads indirectly proves their moisture.

Wang Xia couldn't help but raise his head and look at the top of his head.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

In the past few days, when he was sleeping, Wang Xia also looked up, and there was no abnormality on the top of his head, as soon as he went out today, it seemed that a certain floodgate had been opened invisibly, and he even saw his own weather.

The void half a meter high on his forehead was hovering with two small flowers.

The two gray clouds condensed into a formal flower.

There was only a cloud of mist above the heads of ordinary people, but the top of Wang Xia's head condensed into a small flower, indicating that he was a spirit hunter in the Second Realm.

The color of the two flowers is not very strong, gray and white, intertwined.

Let's not talk about white, that kind of gray, there is an indescribable bumpy.

Wang Xia continued to walk forward, quietly observing the neighbors passing by.

A few seconds later, he noticed a couple of men and women in their thirties with cold faces.

A man and a woman walk together, neither of them pays attention to the other, it is hard to imagine that they are a couple.

The two have been getting divorced, and they have reached the stage of property division.

As the saying goes, home and everything prosper.

On the other hand, it's intriguing.

The gray mist above the heads of the two of them is very telling.

Pure gray, not even white.

Gray mist, with no hope in sight.

Next, a middle-aged uncle attracted Wang Xia's attention.

The gray mist overhead, mixed with a touch of black.

Gray with black, heavier than pure gray, just like that uncle's life.

The businessman-like uncle has recently failed in business and owes a lot of debts, and it is said that the house has been mortgaged.

After reading two sets of negative textbooks in a row, ten seconds later, Wang Xia saw a bowl of positive chicken soup again.

A young couple passed by arm in arm, showing their affection, and their faces were filled with simple and beautiful little happiness.

Especially the man, when he walked, he had a sense of déjà vu possessed by the European emperor.

The top of his head was foggy, red and white.

Focus on that touch of red, which is a very festive red, like a red lantern hanging during the Spring Festival.

White and red, different.

That brother's life is also white and red, last year he married a college flower who has been secretly in love for many years, and he was promoted again this year.

After walking for a while, Wang Xia stopped.

In the garden that comes with the community, a middle-aged man pushes a wheelchair and accompanies his old mother out to bask in the sun.

Seeing the skinny old woman in a wheelchair, the neighbors who passed by all shook their heads and sighed.

The old grandmother had terminal cancer, and the hospital did not dare to continue the treatment, so she asked her family to take her back.

To put it bluntly, it is to take home delicious food and drink, and wait for the day when the end of life comes.

On the top of the old grandmother's head, there was a layer of black gas.

The primordial blackness is like an infinite black night covering the earth.

Seeing that black gas, eight words flashed in Wang Xia's heart without warning: black clouds are overwhelming, and nine deaths are alive.

Nine deaths and one life, that is, literally.

Among the ten people, perhaps one of them has created a miracle and survived in a desperate situation.

The other nine people could not escape death.

Along the way, the emperor's heart turned a thousand times.

He walked out into the streets outside the neighborhood to see more people and look for references.

More than half of the people on the street had a gray mist floating above their heads.

The gray mist lingered for a long time, like a part of the human body, like hair.

The gray fog connects the gray life.

These ordinary people living at the bottom of society use the gray above their heads to silently tell something.

Looking at the gray crowd, Wang Xia became literary and artistic for no reason, remembering the heart-piercing dialogue in the movie "This Killer Is Not Too Cold".

"Life has always been so hard, or was it only when I was a kid?"

"It's always been like this."

From afternoon to dusk, Wang Xia observed thousands of people along the way.

He became more and more adept at using his eyesight.

The Emperor was very sure that he possessed a special ability.

So the question is, what is the use of this ability?

Others are doing well, it's not that he helps them.

Others are doing poorly, and it's not that he cheats them.

He is just a passerby, coldly watching birth, old age, sickness and death, ignoring the fact that some people are rich and some are poor, and whether all living beings are doing well or not, to put it bluntly, it has nothing to do with him.

Walking to the door of an old pawnshop, Wang Xia stopped.

The owner of the pawnshop is a fellow practitioner with Wang Xia, and is mainly responsible for recovering all kinds of black goods.

Wang Xia held the black cat in his right hand, and pulled out a ball of tissues in his trouser pocket with his left hand.

Inside the tissue, a gold ring was wrapped.

It was Liu Yang's heirloom, Wang Xia studied it for a few days, but he didn't see the specific effect, so he simply came to the pawnshop to recycle it.

After all, it's something made of gold, and it can still be sold for some money.

Wang Xiatu, who was holding the black cat, put the gold ring on the index finger of his left hand.

At the same time, his body trembled.

A few days ago, during the retreat, he had tried to put on a gold ring, but he did not feel the mysterious power, nor did he realize that there was a white-bearded grandfather hidden in the ring.

Today was different, when he mastered the ability of eyesight, he saw a strange scene.

The little gray flower on the top of his head changed color!

In just a few seconds, the two gray flowers turned pure white!

According to Wang Xia's research on thousands of people, people with pure luck live a beautiful life, in short, much more nourishing than people who are gray and white.

After a few more seconds, the small white flower on the top of his head glowed red.

Festive and pleasing red, revealing auspiciousness.

Like the neighbor brother who has a bumper harvest in love and career, Wang Xia at this moment is white and red, and he is different.