Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 221 Accident
Yang Liu was somewhat confused about this question:

"Unable to penetrate the defense? Theoretically, then there should be no limit to the number of bullets I can withstand..."

Reality is not a game. There is no such thing as forced blood loss. If the defense cannot be broken, it cannot be broken. Even if the barrel of a pistol is melted, the defense cannot be broken.

Uga Shoji nodded, and then asked, "To be proud, my strength is ranked among the best in the entire Fukuoka City. So how many pistol bullets do you think I can withstand?"

"You...?" Yang Liu hesitated.

Uga Shoji didn't wait for his answer, but took the initiative to give the answer: "If I prepare in advance to use the corresponding spells, I can probably withstand less than 100 bullets before my spiritual power is exhausted.

This is a pistol. If I use a more powerful rifle, even a small-caliber bullet, the number of bullets I can block will drop sharply to less than 20. If it is a sniper rifle, regardless of whether I can react or not, I may only be able to withstand one or two bullets. "

"so little?!"

Yang Liu was stunned. She always felt that the data given by Uga Shoji was completely inconsistent with the combat effectiveness he showed in actual combat.

“A lot, and this is only possible because I am gifted with more innate spiritual power than ordinary people. Under normal circumstances, even a gym owner-level being can only be on par with me when facing firearms.

This is the characteristic of spiritual power. If you gather enough spiritual power, as long as the amount is large enough, you can theoretically block any attack in a very short time, but the consumption will also increase. "

Uga Shoji shook his head: "But it can't be calculated that way in actual combat. After all, it takes time to gather spiritual power, and in many cases, extraordinary people don't have time to react when facing firearms.

Spiritual power itself is actually a special energy generated by the combination of human vitality and mental power. A person's vitality is very limited, so the spiritual power of extraordinary people is actually very precious. When facing industrial products such as firearms, it is actually quite disadvantageous..."

Having said this, he sighed, and Yang Liu also understood.

No wonder he always felt that the extraordinary people had strong combat power, but it seemed that everyone was saying that the extraordinary people were almost useless on the modern battlefield. It turned out that the root cause was here.

During World War II, the US military needed to consume up to 3 tons of ammunition, or about 5 bullets, to kill a Japanese soldier.

Therefore, on the front battlefield, the performance of the extraordinary people when facing a steel storm of this magnitude will not be much better than that of some veterans.

What's more, the prerequisite for a supernatural being who uses spiritual power to withstand bullets is to be prepared in advance. If faced with a sneak attack, he will be at an extreme disadvantage.

Even though some strong men can rely on their keen perception to detect the enemy's malicious intentions in advance and prepare themselves, in addition to targeted malicious intentions on the battlefield, there are more unpredictable stray bullets.

Although the extraordinary people are stronger, faster, and can carry more weapons on the battlefield, in many cases there is no need to aim at all on the battlefield. All they need is fire suppression, and the advantages of the extraordinary people on the front battlefield will be extremely compressed.

Yang Liu now understood why Uga Shoji said that the path he was taking was not necessarily wrong. Although he could only withstand pistol bullets now, as long as he continued to evolve in this way, Yang Liu would definitely be able to withstand mainstream weapons without getting hurt in the future.

By that time, Yang Liu would be able to defeat an entire army on his own on a modern battlefield.

"So, it's up to you to restore the glory of the extraordinary people." Uga Shoji teased with a smile.

Coming back to his senses from his imagination, Yang Liu shook his head with a dumb smile: "Restore glory? Forget it, I don't like such troublesome things."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

……

……

After school that day, Yang Liu squatted under the eaves of a convenience store, looking at the rain outside and sighing.

As a northerner, I only know how uncomfortable it is when I personally experience the continuous rainy season in the south.

It seemed very poetic, but once the rain lasted for more than a week, all the poetry turned into irritation. Seeing that the rain outside had lightened a little, Yang Liu immediately stood up, left the eaves where he had been hiding from the rain, and walked quickly towards the ferry.

When walking through the commercial street, a strange sweet smell suddenly wafted into the air. Even the continuous rain did not reduce the sweet smell.

Yang Liu paused, her two-meter-tall figure casting a shadow in the narrow alley.

Not far away, a familiar figure was moving forward mechanically.

"Miyamoto? What are you doing here?" Yang Liu frowned and greeted him first.

However, Miyamoto Yugye continued to move forward as if he didn't hear Yang Liu's voice.

When Yang Liu came in front of him, she found that the collar of Miyamoto Yuye's school uniform was crooked, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

In his hand he was clutching an ancient amulet, which gave off a scent that was the same sweet as the air.

Sensing something was wrong, Yang Liu decisively pressed his shoulder, but felt his palm was unusually cold: "Hey! Miyamoto, what are you doing?!"

The boy's pupils were covered with a layer of gray. Even though his shoulders were held down, he still tried to walk in a certain direction unwaveringly, and kept muttering one sentence: "I want to see her... She is waiting for me..."

Because "he" and "she" are pronounced differently in Japanese, Yang Liu immediately understood something.

"You are obviously a single guy, have you been bewitched by some vixen?!"

Although he said it jokingly, Yang Liu's expression was extremely solemn.

He carefully felt the coldness coming from his palm. Yang Liu was very familiar with this power because it was the ghost power of a ghost.

but……

"Strange, it's very pure, and it doesn't seem to be mixed with any spiritual will."

The lack of mental will to control it means that this thing is simply attached to Miyamoto Yugye.

"So... just a mark?"

After thinking about it, Yang Liu did not absorb it rashly.

Since it's just a mark and not a confusing spell, destroying it might alert the enemy.

And if you want to find the culprit, this force will make it easier to trace the source.

After thinking about it, Yang Liu let go of Miyamoto Yugye and hid behind him to see where he was going.

Without the obstruction of the willows, Miyamoto Yugye walked mechanically again despite the drizzle, and soon arrived at his destination - a sparsely populated mountain forest.

After waiting in the rain for a while, no ghosts or people came to contact them. Yang Liu frowned and asked, "Were we discovered?"

After thinking for a while, Yang Liu took the amulet from the boy's hand and crushed it. Cinnabar mixed with ashes fell down, with a few hairs mixed in.

"What the hell is this?"

(End of this chapter)