Looking at the two black dots on his arm, Qian Jing felt a little unreal. He pinched a piece of meat with the tip of his nails and twisted it.

"Uh...hiss...thus hurts!"

This pinch is enough to prove that it is not a dream now. Although I don’t know what the black mud and the origin of the black now are, and I cannot be sure whether this change is good or bad, Qian Jing always cares about those mysterious events, and of course he has always been looking forward to having such a chance to become unique.

At this moment, all the phenomena are telling him: you have seized the opportunity, and something must have become different.

No one has ever counted how many people transformed in a good direction after being exposed to "mysterious events", and how many people fell into the abyss of misery. Therefore, in Qian Jing's heart, some of his emotions are naturally scared. After all, this "adventure" does not come from someone he trusts. His surname is Qian, and this is a strange store, which belongs to the She family, which has nothing to do with him. In fairy tales, after some people enter the strange hut, they basically become prisoners of evil wizards, and reserve grain and experimental products? Like ordinary people, he will definitely feel palpitations.

On the other hand, the mood is of course excitement, excitement and secret joy. Which boy has no dreams in his heart, who doesn’t expect that he can gain extraordinary power? If there is a way to gain incredible abilities in front of him, between using or not using them, I am afraid that eight out of ten people will choose the former.

"So far, everything seems to be going well, at least not changing in the direction of badness." Qian Jing took a few deep breaths, put fear and excitement aside for the time being, took out a curious, calm and cautious attitude, and began to study the small black dots he obtained. He originally expected that there would be further prompts on the computer screen, or that Old Master She would explain it well. But things went against his wishes, and the computer seemed to be in a state of crash again and did not respond to any operation.

The small dot looks like an ordinary wrinkle, but it is a bit shiny and has a bit of a car metal paint. Qian Jing moved his arms and did a few push-ups to confirm that his physical fitness has not improved at all. It seems that it will not be in this aspect.

"Maybe it's some kind of implanted system?" He pressed the small dots with his fingers, and there was no display screen or dialog box. In addition to pressing, pinching, twisting, pulling, rubbing, and squeezing, all kinds of actions were useless, and it was the same to stick two black dots together. Then Qian Jing also tried "voice control", such as "display attributes, display functions, opening and sesame door opening". The two small black dots stayed on his arm motionless, like two natural worries.

"See you, what's this?"

If he was excited for a long time and just got two black spots, it would be ridiculous. Qian Jing sat at the computer desk, held his chin with his palm and began to think. Among the works he had read, read, and could be related to superpowers, there are still things that can be learned from.

This is actually a good idea. However, natural phenomena, what a person can create will never be wider than everyone's imagination can reach, and there will definitely be some connection. Qian Jing racked his brains, and when he thought about his hands, he was a little numb, so he shook his hands and changed his posture.

At this moment, a change occurred. When he shook his wrist, a black line shot out from the black dot, just under the skin, moving towards the fingertips of the index finger along the direction of the metacarpal bone. As soon as he stopped, the black line immediately "swooshed" and retracted back into the black dot. Whether it was emitted or retracted, Qian Jing didn't feel anything special.

"Click the line with a swing of your wrist? Is it a skill similar to Spider-Man?" Qian Jing kept shaking his wrists and trying both arms, which would cause the black line to spread. Perhaps when the black line reaches the fingertips, it can really shoot out and turn into black spider silk, but Qian Jing has no idea yet. The range of movement of his wrist is limited. No matter how hard he exerts force, even the wrist bones are thrown, and the black line can reach the middle of the index finger at most.

Using his arms, shoulders, and waist, Qian Jing also tried to start exerting force from his ankle, which did not change the situation. The black line stopped in the center of the index finger as if he was thinking, so he would not go further.

"No, I don't believe in this evil, there must be a way!" Qian Jing sorted out this matter from the beginning and thought about what else was wrong. This black spot ability was left to his family by Boss She. Could it be related to genetics? This possibility does exist.

Qian Jing thought about it again and felt that the possibility would not be too great. If there is a way to judge the genetic relationship, Boss She should use it at the moment when the computer is turned on and put it in front of the playback of the message. This not only ensures that the gift is given to the right person, but also prevents his message from being leaked.

But...what if? According to the comment, Mr. She wanted to give this thing to his family, but he got it unexpectedly. According to Mr. She's words, he had great expectations for his juniors, and this pair of black spots - no matter what it is - is used to help him grow and help him achieve his expectations.

But now, this expectation cannot be achieved. After all, Qian Jing is not surnamed She. "Wait a minute, since this black dot has entered my body, it cannot work, and it is more likely to be an external or internal reason?"

Qian Jing had a guess. He gained the ability and was in a secret mood rather than being happy. It was because he knew that this opportunity was not his own and he would feel a little apology. It might be this emotion that hindered the normal operation of the black spot. "On the one hand, this thing was not left for me, but on the other hand, I did not steal, rob or cheat people, and I got it openly and unpretentiously. I don't know how to hand over this ability, and of course I don't want to hand over it - no matter what it is. I can guarantee to do my best to help the descendants of the She family and help Raisa run this store well. In this way, I can be completely at ease."

After thinking about this, Qian Jing's final psychological obstacle was gone. When he shook his wrist again, the black line reached the fingertips and stopped steadily there. A burning feeling came from his fingertips, as if he had burned it with a cigarette butt. Fortunately, the burning pain was just a moment, and it cooled down quickly, and finally became a little higher than the body temperature. The black line also began to fade and became almost invisible. However, Qian Jing had an extra feeling: he didn't need to use the naked eye to know the state of the black line. As long as he thought, the black dot could be connected to the fingertips of the index finger, or disconnected.

There is still no spider silk ejaculation, but it is obvious that this ability is more related to emotions, mind and thoughts, rather than to the body. What can fingertips do, and it is also related to black? Qian Jing was the first to experiment with writing on the desktop.

His fingers turned into a pen tip, and the black lines appeared along the moving track, thickness, thickness, and light, including every change in the pen tip, perfectly presented what Qian Jing thought. At this moment, Mr. She's words came from the computer: "Congratulations, you are worthy of being my most optimistic grandson."
Chapter completed!