"Lao Diao, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you.
Although I don't have this ability, Mr.
He does."
Hu Meier snorted coldly, then turned to the young man behind her and said politely: "Mr.
He, I'm sorry to bother you. ” This young man was none other than He Xiangyang, the bird control expert brought by Hu Meier.
He was also the person with whom Diao Shuwang had been secretly exchanging glances when he first came in.
Before Hu Meier went up the mountain, in order to take precautions, she hired a bird control expert.
She didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly, and she was secretly glad.
"Don't worry, my master is the famous bird king.
I learned from him when I was ten years old.
As my master's favorite disciple, I am even better than my master.
With my bird control skills, it is a piece of cake for a mere bird.
The outside world calls me I deserve to be called an expert in bird control."
Expert He Da was gesticulating and boastful, feeling quite good about himself.
He Xiangyang is young, a young man in his mid-twenties.
He has an unattractive appearance and short and thick limbs.
But his attire is very unusual, with long shawl hair and eye-catching beard, dyed dark brown, and paired with a black robe.
He looks neither Buddha nor Buddha, Taoist or Taoist, neither fish nor fowl.
Coupled with his loud-mouthed talking style, he looks like a combination of a bricklayer and a charlatan.
"If I had not heard about Mr.
He's ability, I would not have spent a lot of money to invite Mr.
He over.
I, Hu Mei'er, never do useless work.
People who can make me do useless work never end well."
Despite the tone of Hu Mei'er's words, An understatement.
But as a boss in the underground world, her calm and authoritative aura and the undertones in her words still made He Xiangyang's breath hitch.
However, He Xiangyang showed no cowardice at all, and said with a smile, "Miss Hu, don't be so hasty to question my ability.
Don't trust those who employ you, and don't use those who doubt you."
At this time, Deng Laosan nervously warned, "Hey, this bird of mine is not an ordinary bird.
It is rare and expensive.
You must be careful when you catch it.
Don't hurt it, otherwise you will catch it."
A thousand birds are not enough to compensate me.”
No matter what others say, in Deng Laosan's heart, this little bird belongs to him.
This is a treasure that can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of cash.
He is naturally worried and cannot allow any mistakes.
If the little bird dies, he has really lost everything.
That's a bird worth hundreds of thousands.
Where can I catch another bird?
Even if I catch it, it's not easy to find wealthy sponsors like Hu Mei'er and Brother Diao.
"If Miss Hu hadn't hired me, I wouldn't have come to this remote country at all.
It wouldn't be your turn to question me as a country bumpkin.
Besides, the bird has flown away and doesn't belong to anyone.
It's none of your business."
Facing Deng Laosan He Xiangyang was arrogant and snorted coldly.
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"Hey, whoever you call is a country bumpkin belongs to me.
If you dare to kill me, I want you to be buried with him," Deng Laosan said with a pinch on his neck.
"Everyone, please stay calm.
In this hot weather, it's easy to get angry and it's normal to have a temper.
But, business matters are important now, so there's no point in arguing."
Diao Shuwang pressed his hands, looking like a peacemaker.
He looked like this, but his attitude was too weird in Hu Meier's eyes.
"Yes, then I will forget the faults of the villain and won't argue with a country bumpkin."
He Xiangyang said disdainfully.
Deng Laosan glared at He Xiangyang fiercely, as if unwilling to give up.
"Hehe, Boss Hu, look at me helping you maintain peace, shouldn't you take the initiative to give me the spirit sparrow?"
Diao Shuwang said with a strange smile as if he was asking for credit, as if he was asking Hu Meier for credit.
Hu Meier sneered and didn't even look at Diao Shuwang.
However, she secretly felt strange in her heart.
There seemed to be something wrong with this Diao Shuwang.
He Xiangyang is the bird control expert she invited.
After catching the Wushan Sparrow, the bird belongs to her.
Logically speaking, Diao Shuwang should be afraid that if the world is not in chaos, he will disturb the situation here and make He Xiangyang unable to control the bird.
Why are you so calm now?
You don't seem nervous at all.
From the very beginning, Diao Shuwang's appearance was abnormal.
Her whereabouts today were very secretive.
Someone must have tipped her off to make this guy come at the most critical moment.
The person who comes here is not good, and you must not be careless.
Thinking of this, Hu Mei'er had to cheer up and pay more careful attention to Diao Shuwang.
She turned her face behind her and told her subordinates to keep a close eye on her.
At the same time, her eyes wandered around intentionally or unintentionally to see who was the person who tipped off the news today. , Dare to betray her Hu Meier, you are looking for death "Okay, Mr.
He, real gold is not afraid of fire, so don't waste your time and show your skills," Hu Meier reminded He Xiangyang.
The corners of He Xiangyang's mouth were slightly raised, his small mung bean eyes flashed with sharp eyes, and he glanced in the direction of Brother Diao and Lao Fei vaguely.
Brother Diao and Lao Fei seemed to have taken the call and winked at each other, their sinister expressions showing that they were confident.
Of course, the behavior of several people was very subtle.
Even if Hu Meier increased her alertness, it was difficult to detect any clues.
However, Qin Fen, who was hidden in the crowd, noticed the details of this scene.
It also further confirmed what he was thinking.
Before leading the way for Brother Diao and Lao Fei, he knew He Xiangyang's identity from the other party's words.
This He Xiangyang seemed to belong to Hu Meier, but he didn't really do anything for Hu Meier.
He was just a chess piece arranged by Brother Diao.
So next, even if He Xiangyang succeeds in controlling the bird, there will soon be changes.
At this moment, He Xiangyang took out a whistle from the cloth bag and blew it with a specific melody to the birds hovering in the sky.
It's just that the whistle is a bit unpleasant, like a big saw, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
The whistle was very quiet at first, and the bird didn't react at all.
It still hovered in place, turning in circles at a constant speed, unmoved.
Slowly, as the melody accelerated and the whistle became rougher and harsher, the bird's flight speed suddenly accelerated.
After a while, the bird was like spirulina spinning rapidly in mid-air, so fast that the bird's body could not be seen.
"He is indeed an expert.
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He can control animals flying in the sky just by blowing a whistle.
I wonder if Mr.
He will talk to the birds in bird language next?"
The onlookers were eager to move, staring at He Xiangyang and Wu Shanling with wide eyes.
Bird, as if watching a wonderful show.
He Xiangyang stood there, staring at the bird.
After a few minutes, he saw the opportunity and quickly took out a bird-catching net from the cloth bag.
The bird-catching net, which was more than one meter long and wide, was like a dragnet.
It quickly and accurately hit the rapidly rotating bird shadows.
I was determined to catch the bird, but I missed it the moment the net touched the bird's shadow.
He Xiangyang was unwilling to give in, turned around suddenly, raised the bird net, pounced with his backhand, and continued to arrest in the same way.
The bird seemed to predict the future.
No matter where He Xiangyang lowered the net, or how tricky the angle was, he could not escape its discernment, and he avoided misfortune time and time again.
"Wow" There was a burst of noise from the crowd, and no one expected that the bird could fly so fast and avoid being arrested by He Xiangyang, an expert in bird control.
Everyone was amazed by the bird's responsiveness.
At the same time, I am looking forward to a showdown between a bird control expert and this bird to see who is more powerful.
"Hey, hey, be careful, don't be so rough, hey, be careful of my precious bird."
Only Deng Laosan was looking around, fearing that his treasure worth hundreds of thousands might come into contact with him.
At this moment, Qin Fen, who was standing behind the crowd, had a clear view of He Xiangyang's movements.
He chuckled at He Xiangyang's method of controlling birds.
Because the bird control skills shown by this guy, although it seems very expressive to outsiders, it is really difficult to achieve the level of elegance.
Qin Fen learned from the "Yang Zi Chapter" of the Ten Arts of the Demon Sect that this kind of bird is called the Wushan Spirit Sparrow.
It is an extremely rare and precious bird, which can be called the panda among birds.
This Wushan Sparrow has a characteristic, that is, it is very sensitive to sound.
Just now Deng Laosan tried to control the sparrow with a whistle, but unfortunately he didn't understand and failed in the end.
The whistle blown by this bird control expert has been specially trained.
The melody is weird and unusual, which is enough to stimulate the sparrow, provoke its nerves, and even cause its flight speed to accelerate rapidly in a short period of time.
But the consequence of this is that the bird may collapse from exhaustion before it is tamed in the end.
He Xiangyang's method of controlling birds may be useful for ordinary birds, but for the Wushan Sparrow, it is undoubtedly pushing it into a fire pit.
Because the Wushan Sparrow is different from ordinary birds, its nerves are provoked and impacted and will not fall down easily.
On the contrary, it flies faster and faster as if it has taken stimulants.
Don't look at this sparrow, it's very energetic now and doesn't look tired at all.
Once the time comes for it to fall, that will be the end of the spirit sparrow's lifespan.
"Damn beast, your reaction is so fast."
He Xiangyang's expression became serious after he failed to capture him many times.
He originally wanted to use the whistle to control the Wushan Spirit Bird.
But I didn't expect that it was useless at all.
The more I blew the whistle, the faster the bird flew.
He then took advantage of the Wushan Spirit Bird's rapid flight, lowered his vigilance, and aimed at the opportunity to catch it with a net.
What he didn't expect was that the Wushan Spirit Bird's defensive ability was so good that it managed to escape his capture many times.
The difficulty of making an arrest is obvious.
But one thing is lucky, the Wushan Spirit Bird did not fly far away, as if it was imprisoned by invisible shackles, it only flew back and forth in this area.
Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to capture.
After escaping from the bird-catching net and no longer having to listen to the annoying whistle, the Wushan Sparrow's flight speed in the air has gradually slowed down.
He Xiangyang underestimated the power of Xiaoniao.
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Knowing that the first two methods could not be used, he quickly hatched a third method.
Soon, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I don't believe you can always escape from my grasp."
Suddenly, He Xiangyang took out another thing from the bag.
It was a cigarette-thick syringe with a red control mechanism at the end.
He gently pushed the red mechanism, and several thin needles suddenly shot out from the head of the syringe, shooting directly towards Wushan Lingque.
At this time, the syringe was not like a syringe, but more like a miniature gun.
After the high-intensity exercise just now, the Wushan Sparrow's agility is not as good as before, and its flight is a bit clumsy.
But the insight was still there, and it sensed the attack of the thin needle and quickly dodged it.
However, the fine needle is different from the net.
The net is a single attack, but the fine needle is carpet bombing.
What's more important is that the Wushan Spirit Bird seems to be imprisoned, unable to fly further into space, resulting in limited space for it to dodge.
Under the carpet attack of silver needles one after another, it fell behind.
Several thin needles pricked its body, causing it to slide straight down, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
The moment "嘤" landed, the Wushan Spirit Bird let out a sharp and strange cry.
The piercing screams echoed in the mountain forest, and the echo could be heard after several seconds.
And the moment he heard the scream of the spirit sparrow, Qin Fen's face changed.
Because his sea of consciousness suddenly experienced some fluctuations, he seemed to feel a trace of pain coming from his body in a trance.
For a moment, he seemed to have entered the spiritual world of Wushan Lingque.
In other words, he and Wushan Lingque established a bridge of spiritual communication.
But this was only a momentary feeling, so weak that it could almost be ignored and regarded as an illusion.
But Qin Fen was very sure that it was a real feeling and not an illusion.
"How could this happen?"
Qin Fen frowned, with countless questions popping up in his mind.
"Wow, the bird was beaten down."
The people around looked at the Wushan Lingque that fell to the ground, and they were full of doubts.
"It won't be beaten to death."
"My bird, my money."
When Deng Laosan saw the bird that had been shot down, he felt as if he had been given a shot of blood.
He frantically wanted to go over and pick up the bird, but was blocked by Diao Shuwang and couldn't get through at all.
He could only look at his bird.
But when he thought that the bird was going to be taken away by others, and the money that was spent in vain was just lost, he had everyone he wanted to die.
Regardless of the obstruction, he shouted crazily, "Give me the bird, give me the money."
Diao Shuwang glanced at Lao Fei, and Lao Fei shouted at the suit behind him and waved his hands, "It's making a lot of noise, take it away."
Within a moment, Deng Laosan's voice of crying for his father and mother disappeared.
Hu Meier didn't care about Deng Laosan's life or death.
She was extremely disgusted by such a vicious and greedy person.
At this time, the Wushan Lingque was already in He Xiangyang's hand.
Hu Mei'er leaned over and asked nervously, "Mr.
He, how could the Lingque be injured?"
"It must be hurt a little.
Who dares to let it overestimate its capabilities and dare to fight with me?"
He Xiangyang looked relaxed and pulled out the fine needle on the sparrow.
"In a while, it won't be able to fly."
"It can't fly," Hu Mei'er asked nervously, "Then when can it fly?"
"It has been hit by my anesthetic.
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Of course it can only fly after the anesthesia is over.
Miss Hu, do you still need to ask such a simple question?"
He Xiangyang's attitude was uncharacteristic, and he seemed very perfunctory when answering the question.
"Of course I know.
I'm asking you, how long will it take for it to return to normal?"
Hu Meier frowned.
"Ask me, how do I know?"
He Xiangyang asked.
"Aren't you an expert in controlling birds?
Is there any difference between using a tranquilizer gun and hunting?
You, a so-called expert, only know how to brag and talk about big guns and have no ability."
Hu Meier was slightly angry
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