Is that carving knife an extraordinary object? Just now, I actually communicated with my etheric body. The file bag inserted on it seemed familiar. I seemed to have seen it somewhere. Weinerson thought for a moment and did not recall it specifically. He could only check it in detail during his rest time at night.
"What's wrong with you? Your spiritual power was fluctuating just now."
"It's nothing Professor Gray, it's just that I tried to flip through this ancient book just now, and found that the further back I went, the harder it was to open the pages."
At this point, he and Gray looked at each other and deliberately said loudly:
"Is there some kind of restriction imposed on this?"
"You are very smart, to be able to think of this. Yes, it contains ancient magic restrictions that cannot be lifted using modern mysticism. Only when you reach the corresponding sequence level can you read the corresponding pages."
"Then if I want to watch it all, do I have to reach the level that Cybertron once was?"
"Yes, Cybertron is a legend of an era. If one day you can read all the books he left behind, then you must be a legend of this era."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them laughed in unison, and the awkward atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.
"Weinason, you know, there are fewer and fewer interesting young people like you... Well, we have to get the topic back on track. I was just approving a note for you, right?"
Gray smoothed the thick beard on his face, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He whispered a few words, took a new box of bullets from behind, put it on the table and said:
"New arrival. Seeing how hard you work, I'll give you a box. It's my personal gift."
Weinerson glanced at the new box of bullets. It was packed in a cardboard box and divided into three layers, arranged neatly. It was the same yellow color as the bullets he usually used, and was slightly slender. But if you look closely, you can see that the yellow color on the outside is made up of a large number of The silvery white is refracted, and if you look closely, there are complex and dazzling patterns, and there is even a "lightning" icon engraved on the bottom.
"What a beautiful bullet, thank you Professor Gray." Weinerson thanked him immediately, took the box full of bullets, and used his mental power to sense it. There were 30 bullets in total.
"Excuse me, Professor Gray, is this a pistol bullet, a rifle bullet, or a steam high-pressure gun bullet?"
"You can take a guess."
"It looks like a bullet for a revolver." Weinerson replied based on his own experience.
"No, you can guess again."
"Rifle bullets?"
"wrong!"
"What is that? The high-pressure bullet of the steam rifle is obviously longer than this, reaching at least 7.29cm, while this one is only about 5cm at most."
"Weinason, as a gunman who knows how to use firearms, learning to identify bullets is the most basic accomplishment, just like a gentleman can clearly identify the name of every girl standing on the street."
Gray made a joke that all men would understand, and then his expression turned serious.
"This is called a lightning bullet. Its biggest feature is that it can be loaded into any firearm and used. The silver lightning will adaptively fill or compress the pores. Of course, this bullet is also suitable for mentalists."
"Great bullets. I've never heard of the name Lightning Thunder before." Weinerson tilted his head and smiled awkwardly.
"That's why I said it's a new type. The bullets newly developed by the Honavitch Church Headquarters are currently only suitable for the headquarters campus and the Night Watch organization that is remote and close to the spiritual world. After all, the thunder attribute is abnormal against spiritual creatures. suppressive effect."
“Do I need to fill out an application?”
Gray stood up, shook his head and said:
"No, just don't waste it. You are a psychiatrist and a direct student of Professor Wright. Even if I don't give it to you, Wright will give it to you. It is regarded as a psychiatrist's 'supporting items'. Come, follow me." Say it again, 'matching items'."
"Supporting items...Professor Gray, have you ever been a priest before? This tone of reading is very similar to the tone of a priest when exorcising demons." Weinerson asked in a funny way while reading.
"A few years ago, I stayed at the church headquarters for a while. At that time, I followed the teacher and went to the Omicron Prairie to serve as a pastor for a few days." Gray raised a braided straw rope on his wrist.
"It was a very nice prairie. The aboriginal people living on the prairie were very kind. When I left, a beautiful prairie lady gave it to me."
Miss Prairie... This name feels a bit strange... Weinerson muttered silently.
"It's almost time. Let's go practice. Don't forget to attend the New Year's dance tonight."
"Okay, Professor Gray!"
Weinerson quickly put the bullet in his pocket and chatted with Gray for a few more words before leaving.
Halfway through, he suddenly froze, his spiritual intuition suddenly exploded, and an extremely powerful spiritual force rushed towards him.
"who is it?"
Weinerson slowly looked towards the stairs. In the dazzling sunlight, a black figure began to appear, walking down bit by bit.
He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and a gentlemanly tuxedo. However, the most eye-catching thing was the mask with a dagger pattern painted on his face with red and black paint.
Parkrunsu!
Weinerson instantly recalled the assassination mission he encountered during the Points Hunting Competition, including the demigod-level powerhouse.
"Good afternoon, genius." Paklensu greeted with a smile.
"Good afternoon, I guess I don't need to introduce myself? And this is a school, not Ruin 003."
Weinerson spoke humorously, but still unconsciously put his hand into the pocket containing the Qiongyu Goddess Card. After all, he was facing a demigod-level powerhouse, so it was better to be careful.
"No, I'm very impressed with you. By the way, you don't have to be so nervous. Speaking of which, senior brother, I'm here to collect the bullets just like you."
"Brother? Get the bullet?"
"We said goodbye last time, and I almost forgot to introduce myself." Paklensu stretched out his right hand and said, "Paklensu, Professor Wright's fourth student, is the 'exploration mentor' of the demigod sequence of the spiritual master path."
Parklensu took off his mask, revealing his facial features with black hair and green eyes. His appearance was extremely oriental. If it weren't for the green eyes, Weinerson would have thought he had met a fellow villager.
Demigod sequence...Wright student...Are you also the teacher's student?
Weinerson's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to shake it lightly, still in a state of confusion.
"Hahaha, I'm sorry, junior brother, it was the first time we met in that way."
Pacolensu asked with deep green eyes and a shallow smile:
"Actually, the events you saw before had another reason. The student who was killed was actually disguised by the No. 8 Lunatic Asylum organization. The purpose of leading the assassination mission was to eliminate these rats that had sneaked in. "
"You have seen me blocking the new students more than once. You should be able to guess the reason by now. Those rats were disguised as students. Most people can't tell them apart. I used the extraordinary power of the Quest Master to lock them in."
After listening to the explanation, Weinerson's mouth moved slightly and he forced a smile and said: "Brother, you can actually inform me next time. It is easy to cause accidental injury."
"We encountered such an incident in the Points Hunting Competition. The opponent had already planned it. This time, a large number of freshmen died, almost reduced to two-thirds. However, you did not receive protection immediately, but you are still alive. This is very good. .”
Parklensu pointed forward, "I have to go get the bullets. I'll finish 500 rounds before the dinner. See you in the evening."
"500 rounds? Well, see you in the evening." Weinerson stepped aside to get out of the way.
When he disappeared step by step at the end of the stairs, Parklensu suddenly turned around, stared at the dazzling light and the stone floor, and whispered to himself in the air:
"He is indeed an interesting junior..."
"I hope you can make good use of that power and don't get lost in it, otherwise it will be your senior brothers and sisters' turn to wake you up..."
