The middle-aged man was silent for a moment.
So far, he hasn't introduced himself.
This implicitly illustrates a problem.
He didn't want to have any real interaction with the group of 'students' in front of him.
Perhaps in his eyes, these new students are no different from the student who was shot by the laser before.
Soon, they will all become a mess.
"Mastering superpowers yourself? Of course it is possible!"
"Any ghost weapon has proficiency and compatibility. When the proficiency and compatibility increase, the price you need to pay for each use will decrease. At the same time, the ghost weapon can also feed back some power to the user, changing The user's physical fitness. Of course, this is a long process, and you need to beware of the ghosts in these ghost weapons. Sometimes they don't really recognize you, maybe they are just taking advantage of you." said the middle-aged man.
He didn't tell the truth. The experienced monks read the answer from his face at the first moment.
Although this middle-aged man looks a bit older, he doesn't look like he's good at lying.
What's more... to some monks, the guy who acts as their 'teacher' is nothing more than a little kid at best. Under the piercing eyes of these monks and old foxes, how could he hide it from others who were just talking about him?
"Perhaps, the value is not enough to obtain more important information."
"This is very reasonable. Even the most enlightened sect will never open up some secrets and secrets within the sect to outer disciples." The monks can understand this kind of concealment.
"So you have to become a reserve. Maybe after you become a reserve, you can get in touch with a corner of the truth about this world."
The first day of joining the training camp was mainly about learning theory and some basic ghost hunting guidelines.
On the second and third days, the theory was more detailed, and the central control system conducted continuous questions and assessments.
At night's rest, in this special base, although the accommodation was in Datongbu, and there was not even a breakdown of men and women, everyone slept soundly.
Because here, there is no need to worry about something strange coming.
On the fourth day, the students began to come into contact with some ghost weapons that were relatively cheap to use.
Weirdness is a "foreign object" that suddenly appeared in the world a hundred years ago. They may have been transformed from people or some kind of creatures after death, but they have touched the traces of the rules and turned into a kind of almost immortal. Rule monsters to destroy.
With the advancement of science and technology and the exploration of weirdness, scientists have placed the sealed weirdness in some specific devices, shortening the rules for them to display certain characteristics, and also reducing their power.
Turn the weird power into something that can be used by humans.
Low-level ghost weapons seal G-level ghosts.
Every time you use a ghost weapon of this level, the price you need to pay is relatively easy.
Yingzhu held a toy bubble gun in his hand and pulled the trigger to shoot out colorful bubbles.
Once these bubbles burst on a human or ghost body, they will cause them to laugh continuously.
The price of use is that every time a shot is fired, there will be a spot on the user's body that will continue to itch for a week. Therefore, even G-level ghost weapons still need to be treated with caution.
As a person, if your body is covered with itchy acne, it will be difficult to live.
In the training camp, the ghost weapons that students will be exposed to are basically G-level.
Students must be familiar with various types of ghost weapons, their functions and applications in combat, and they must also be fully prepared for various 'backlashes'. For example, when using a bubble gun, you should always have some anti-itch sprays and ointments on hand.
After becoming familiar with ghost weapons, the students began to be divided into groups to fight against each other.
Similar to ordinary firearms or some external auxiliary equipment, everyone also needs to get used to and skillfully control them.
One month has come quickly.
And this period of teaching lasted only a short month.
It seems that because the number of students has increased, the training camp has also chosen to be the most simplified in teaching students.
However, this month is more than enough for those monks who already have strange experiences.
There is a lot of knowledge in common.
Some of them have even begun to make their own rune bullets privately, or even look for materials to get their hands on rune firearms.
There are also monks who have been trying to exercise.
Some people even have wild imaginations, thinking of using weird powers to temper special demonic bodies in other worlds.
The G-class ghosts in those ghost weapons are the materials for their experiments.
When the last day of classes.
The middle-aged man, who had only appeared less than ten times in the whole process, and who attended the class for less than two hours each time, looked at the energetic crowd of more than a hundred people, and suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence.
"The one-month course is over!"
"Whether you gain something or not, in the future...you will surely embark on a life of being enemies with ghosts and companions with weirdness."
"I can only wish you all good luck in martial arts!" the middle-aged man said briefly.
There were no generous speeches, and no more informative information was leaked.
Just like the initial indifference and indifference.
"Teacher! Is there anyone among us who is qualified to be promoted to the reserve team of the Ghost Killing Team?" A student raised his hand and asked.
This is one of the few remaining Aboriginal people.
He was full of expectations for life, and his youthful appearance made many "old monks" miss him.
Continuous running will make people forget the original goal.
But everyone can no longer stop.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man with dreams indifferently.
Then he walked off the stage for the first time and came to the boy's side.
She poked his chest with her finger.
"Do you want to join the ghost-killing team?" the middle-aged man asked.
The young man nodded vigorously, his expression excited and excited, as if he felt that his speech had attracted attention, and maybe an opportunity would come.
"You are like you, you still want to join the ghost-killing team? Your speed of 100 meters is only twelve seconds and four, your one-arm strength does not exceed forty kilograms, your reaction speed, analytical ability, and on-the-spot response... are all... The rating is D, but you have no consortium support, no family support behind you, no strengthening drugs since childhood, no long-term bone training in a hydraulic biological chamber, no fighting masters for fighting training, and no years of experience in real virtual equipment. Weird confrontation training... What do you want to do to join the ghost-killing team?"
"Do you know what you are facing? Do you know how terrifying it is to be D-class... beyond D-class? Do you know how many ignorant people like you die every year in those In the powerful and strange rules?"
"I'm warning you... I'm warning you too!"
"Don't have any unrealistic illusions, join a reliable firm, and the highest target is E-level. Then live a good life, maybe ten years later, you will feel that you are the most lucky to be alive."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man pushed the pale-faced boy away and strode away.
