As soon as he finished speaking, the silver number [1] immediately turned into [0].

Then, a familiar mechanical electronic sound sounded in his mind.

"bite--"

"The draw is over. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the blue magical power [Like a thorn in the back]!"

Like a thorn in the back?

Du Qian was slightly stunned, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He quickly flipped to the attribute panel and looked at the detailed description of this magical power.

【Like a thorn in the back (blue): Looking directly at the other person will make them feel like they have a thorn in their back. 】

“??? That’s it?”

Du Qian couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw this simple line of description.

He suddenly realized that this system, which he had waited for two lifetimes, might, possibly, seem a little bit not serious?

Du Qian widened his eyes and stared at the silver panel in front of him for a long time.

It was not until the moon passed in front of his window that he came to his senses and gave a wry smile.

...Never mind, it's a golden finger after all, it's better to have it than not.

And since this award has the prefix of blue magical power, it means there are magical powers of other colors.

What if those magical powers are very powerful?

With a hopeful hope, Du Qian continued to study the silver panel in front of him.

He really wanted to know how to get this so-called lottery chance.

Unfortunately, he studied for more than half an hour and tried many sentences that he had seen in online articles in his previous life, but none of them had any effect. He was even unable to call up any pages other than the property panel.

“…Isn’t this a half-finished product?”

Du Qian looked at the silver panel in front of him with suspicion.

The 'system' in my mind remained silent and did not give any response.

Du Qian sighed, turned his head and looked at the sky outside the window, then gradually fell into a deep sleep with mixed feelings...

Can't sleep at all!

When the sky brightened, Du Qian opened his eyes and sat up with a frown on his face.

He stayed awake that night, his mind full of thoughts about the system and magical powers, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

"Brother Qian! Brother Qian!"

Just then, an excited voice came from outside the house.

Du Qian was already in a bad mood. When he heard the noise outside the house, he turned his head sharply and glared at the person outside the door fiercely.

"What are you yelling for?"

At a glance, the person's voice suddenly stopped, his figure froze at the door, and he looked at Du Qian with horror on his face.

For some reason, the moment Du Qian cast his gaze, his back seemed to be pressed tightly against a sharp sword, and his skin under his clothes could even feel the sharp edge...

"Gudong!"

The young man at the door swallowed his saliva, then laughed dryly and stammered, "Qian...Brother Qian...it's...it's okay..."

Seeing the young man sweating profusely, Du Qian was slightly startled, then looked at him suspiciously and said unhappily: "Don't give me that, just say it if you have something to say!"

"good!"

The young man said quickly: "The old boss said that we don't have to perform today, we can go to the county town to wander around, as long as we can get back here before dark!"

“…Is that all?”

Du Qian looked at the boy suspiciously.

The young man nodded vigorously to show that he was not lying.

Du Qian sighed and said, "Okay, I understand what you mean, but I have my own things to do today. If you want to play, go to the county town by yourself, but remember, you are not allowed to go to the brothel, otherwise Sister Hua will beat you to death, and I won't stop you."

"good!"

The young man agreed immediately, then turned around and fled out of the room.

...So straightforward?

Du Qian looked at the boy's back in surprise.

The young man's name was Ruan Shizhong. He was the younger brother of a famous dancer in the troupe. He was three years younger than Du Qian. He liked to hang around Du Qian and always traveled with Du Qian.

The dancer called Sister Hua usually takes good care of Du Qian, so Du Qian also takes good care of her younger brother.

Du Qian originally thought that it would take some effort to get rid of him, but he didn't expect that this guy would agree so easily.

...What's going on?

Du Qian hadn't slept all night, so his brain was stagnant and he felt a little dazed for a moment.

It was not until he noticed a suspicious wet mark where Xiao Zhong was standing that Du Qian suddenly became alert. He seemed to have unconsciously used the blue magical power he had drawn last night - feeling like a thorn in the back!

"So, Xiao Zhong was frightened by the thorn in his back?"

Du Qian was a little amused.

But then, he suddenly realized something and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"...Wait, this magical power, could it be a passive skill?"

Du Qian's eyes widened, and he quickly called up the system panel and carefully read Rushanzai's description again.

But unfortunately, there was no description of active and passive on the system panel, and Du Qian didn't know how to activate this magical power, so he could only experiment secretly.

Out of caution, Du Qian took out the bamboo hat he had bought a long time ago and covered his eyes with a black cloth.

During the meal, he did not join the crowd, but took two big meat buns and said he wanted to go for a stroll in the county town.

Seeing Du Qian wearing a bamboo hat and dressed so suspiciously, the old boss couldn't help but glance at him in surprise and asked casually.

Du Qian naturally did not tell the truth, he just said that he thought it was more handsome this way.

Everyone in the troupe was used to Du Qian's occasional tantrums, so they didn't take it too seriously.

Du Qian stuffed the big meat bun under the black cloth and while eating it, he glanced at Uncle Zhang, the old boss and others through the black cloth.

Du Qian heaved a sigh of relief when he found that they looked normal and were still eating breakfast.

…It seems that the black cloth does have an effect in blocking vision.

However, it cannot be completely confirmed that it is the black cloth that has the effect.

It may also be that the magical power of feeling like a thorn in the back has not been activated.

Thinking of this, Du Qian, holding a big meat bun in his mouth, hid at the door, quietly lifted the black cloth, and glanced at the old boss from the blind spot of everyone's vision.

“Crash——”

With just one glance, he pushed over the bowl and chopsticks in front of the old boss, and the porridge spilled all over the table.

The meat bun that he had just swallowed got stuck in his throat because of the shock.

"What's wrong?!"

Uncle Zhang and others were shocked when they saw this. They quickly handed over some porridge, ran behind the old boss, and patted his back continuously.

The old boss swallowed the meat bun with difficulty along with the porridge, then stood up suddenly, looking around with a look of doubt and his expression seemed to change.

“…What happened?”

Uncle Zhang put his right hand on the short knife at his waist, leaned against the old boss and asked in a low voice.

"nothing……"

The old boss regained his composure, sat down again, and whispered, "Lao Zhang, pack your luggage and notify Xiao Du and Xiao Zhong. We will leave the county this afternoon."

Uncle Zhang was surprised and asked, "Leaving in the afternoon?"

The old boss nodded solemnly, and then whispered: "I suspect that my enemy has come to my door."

Uncle Zhang's pupils shrank, and he whispered in the same low voice: "Brother Zheng, you mean..."

The old boss nodded solemnly, "That's right."

Uncle Zhang sighed, then looked up at the door.

"Xiao Du, don't go to the county town. Let's... Hey, where's Xiao Du?"

Another person shook his head and said, "I don't know, he was here just now!"

The old boss said angrily: "What are you still standing there for? Go find them!"

"oh oh!"

Everyone in the troupe stood up, grabbed their meat buns and dispersed.

…

…

In the county town, Du Qian was walking on the street wearing a bamboo hat, and he couldn't help cursing this unreliable system in his heart.

He knew that this magical power was indeed an uncontrollable passive skill!

As long as his gaze is unobstructed, or in other words, as long as he looks directly at the other person with only air as the medium, he can make the other person feel like a thorn in the back.

Judging from the effect, this magical power is indeed worthy of the name of magical power.

But if this happens, won't he have to wear a bamboo hat or cover his face with a black cloth every day?

...How can we live like this?

Du Qian wailed in his heart, feeling that his future life would most likely never become normal.

"Forget it, since it's already like this, we might as well maximize the benefits."

"In short, let's do more experiments in the county first to find out the specific conditions and effect range of the thorn in the side..."

Du Qian thought so as he strode forward.

He knew he was in trouble, so he left the inn in a hurry. He did not hear the old owner's subsequent words, nor did he know that the troupe changed their minds because of his attempt and planned to evacuate urgently this afternoon.

He thought he had a day off and could go for a stroll in the county town.

After a little thought, Du Qian walked towards the most famous restaurant in the county.

It was the tallest building in the entire county except for the city wall. On the third floor, he could overlook the entire city and pick out unlucky people to experiment with his magical power of being on a thorn in the side.

Soon, Du Qian arrived at the restaurant and went straight to the third floor.

But when he stepped onto the stairs to the third floor, the waiter on the second floor immediately stopped him and said with embarrassment: "Sir, the county magistrate is having dinner on the third floor. You..."

"County Magistrate?"

Du Qian was surprised and said, "Why did the county magistrate come to this restaurant so early in the morning instead of having dinner at home?"

The waiter immediately said with a smile: "Sir, you don't know this. Our breakfast is really excellent. Even the old county magistrate always wants to eat something hot..."

"Yeah?"

Du Qian immediately became interested. He was only seventeen years old in this body and was still growing. In addition, he had practiced the unknown skills taught by the old master, so his appetite was larger than that of ordinary people.

Just two big meat buns were not enough to fill his stomach.

"Give me a copy of all your signs."

As he spoke, Du Qian took a step forward and was about to climb the wooden ladder.

"Hey, sir!"

The waiter quickly stopped him and said embarrassedly: "If you want to go up to the third floor, please take off your hat and don't make things difficult for me..."

"Take off your hat?" Du Qian raised his eyebrows and asked unhappily, "Are you sure?"

The waiter nodded and was about to continue persuading him when he saw Du Qian lift the black cloth and glance at him casually.

With just one glance, the guy froze in place as if he had been cast into a spell, sweat dripping from his entire body, as if he had thorns on his back, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.