"Fellow Taoists, I'm really sorry to disturb your enjoyment at this time. My brothers' lives have been a bit tight recently, and I would like to borrow some money from you."
In the front hall of Lingbao Pavilion, more than a dozen evil cultivators wearing various hoods were holding spiritual guns, forcing the guests in the store to gather together.
As soon as the alarm sounded, the store door was tightly sealed by the formation. At the same time, the situation here was also sent to the nearest picket station and civil organizations, but those evil cultivators were emboldened. There was no sign of panic.
The several clerks who tried to resist had their chests almost torn by bullets and were lying on the ground helplessly. The store manager, Ye Nantian and others who followed them did not dare to move rashly, for fear of irritating them and directly attack the customers. They start.
With Ye Nantian's cultivation at the Star Cloud Realm, it would be easy to deal with these evil cultivators, who were not higher than the Star Realm, but it would be impossible to ensure that the people would not be harmed.
"More than a dozen psychic guns, where did these evil cultivators get so many contrabands from!"
Ye Nantian frowned and didn't know what to do for a moment.
Within Daxia, the sale of psychic firearms is not allowed.
Even if a monk obtains it through special channels, he must go through a series of evaluations, investigations, and be issued a gun permit before he can use it, and most of them only have small-power guns.
Just look at the miserable condition of the store clerks to see how powerful the firearms held by the evil cultivators are now.
"Don't worry, we brothers are not greedy people. All we need to do is hand over your storage bags. Why bother to use swords and sticks to hurt the harmony?"
The leading evil cultivator stood on the platform and swept the crowd with his gun. No matter how panicked they were, they did not dare to make any move, for fear that the gun would fall on them at the next moment.
"Oh, by the way, for safety reasons, there is no need to hand over those powerful fellow Taoists."
The man looked in Ye Nantian's direction and his words were quite sarcastic.
"But don't move around. If I notice any unusual movements on your part, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but detonate the psychic bomb in advance. When the time comes, bang!"
"Let's use a grand fireworks as a gift to my Lord!"
When Xu Kuan came to the front hall, he happened to hear the evil cultivator's explosive remarks.
Several guys with rags covering their heads were holding paintball guns and guarding everyone with arrogant expressions. Ye Nantian and others set up plastic sticks but did not dare to take action.
The few unlucky ones on the ground who had Easter eggs all over their bodies seemed to be taking in too much air and not getting out enough. They were about to die from the chuunibyou.
Seeing this scene, Xu Kuan also knew that there was no rush to rescue the hostages. On the contrary, the situation of several store clerks was more critical.
"They were so frightened by the paint sticking to their bodies. If they were washed off the paint, would they be able to recover?"
According to Lin Xiyue's previous miserable situation, she should be extremely destructive to these so-called spiritual treasures. It remains to be verified whether it is useful in the face of the damage caused by the spiritual treasures.
"Your goal is just to get money. Can you let a few shop assistants get treatment first? If there is a murder, it will cause a big problem. I think it will not be a good thing for both of us."
Although the other party was a lunatic who could be so insane as to plant a bomb, and there was little hope of letting them care about human life, Xu Kuan felt that he had to give it a try, and couldn't just watch these people's lives disappear before his eyes.
Reality is nothing like a game. Even if you are scared to death, you won’t have the chance to watch an advertisement and be revived.
These remarks did attract the leader's attention, but it was not a sign of approval, but a kind of teasing in front of an idiot.
"What this fellow Taoist said makes sense! It's just that we brothers really don't have medical skills. How about you treat them?"
The chests of these clerks were almost shot through by spiritual guns. The fact that they were still able to breathe was purely due to the spiritual power in their bodies. If they wanted to save their lives in this situation, they would probably have to call on the powerful men from the Galaxy Realm of Youlong Division to take action.
Even they may not succeed!
The fool in front of him was so brazen that he wanted to treat them. Did he think he was the reincarnation of some kind of medical fairy who could live the dead with human flesh and white bones?
However, the leader had no intention of stopping it.
Even if the arrogant boy dares to come, he will only give them one more hostage.
And judging from the fact that he came out of the VIP area, his worth must be much higher than these ordinary people, so why stop him?
"Fellow Daoist Xu, calm down! We are also very heartbroken and helpless, but those injured people are beyond saving, and your past will only increase the bargaining chips in their hands!"
Ye Nantian didn't know why Xu Kuan suddenly made this statement, but the injuries of those people could not be cured even by the Nine-Transformation Soul-Reviving Pill that his father gave him.
The family members and store managers on the side also tried to persuade him, but their evaluation of Xu Kuan in their hearts dropped again and again.
At first, I thought the monk Ye Nantian was interested in was different, but now it seemed that he was just a stupid young man who talked wildly and was sensational.
"Don't worry, this paintball gun can't hurt anyone. I think you can try it."
Xu Kuan smiled nonchalantly and walked towards the shop assistants without hesitation.
It is true that the easter egg will hurt a little when it hits a person, but as long as it is not a critical part, it will not cause injury or death.
But if it proves that it can save people who are about to die of fear, then not only can the current crisis be solved immediately, but more unnecessary sacrifices can be reduced in the future.
From Xu Kuan's perspective, there is certainly nothing wrong with these words.
But others like Ye Nantian don’t think so!
"What a paintball gun? It's a genuine spiritual gun. Hey, Fellow Daoist Xu!"
Ye Nantian even doubted whether Xu Kuan was insane. Just as he was about to reach out to stop him, the leader raised his hand and shot him to stop him.
"This Nebula-level boss, don't move around. I'm a very timid brother. It would be bad if my hand shakes and I press the detonation button!"
The leader did not intend to continue to intensify the conflict. He only waited for his evil cultivators to collect the treasure bags before preparing to evacuate in an orderly manner.
They made a complete route plan before taking action, and of course they were also prepared for the most critical step in the evacuation phase.
As for Xu Kuan's so-called saving people, he just wanted to see a joke on a whim.
"Damn, these bastards!"
Ye Nantian held the famous sword Ruyi tightly, and all the powerlessness and anger in his heart turned into the desire for strength.
If he had become stronger, how could he be threatened by these villains and evil parties!
"Now start your rescue performance, this fellow Taoist, let the brothers see it for a long time, hahahahahaha!"
As the leader spoke, he gradually couldn't control the smile at the corner of his mouth, and laughed wantonly at Xu Kuan's self-humiliating behavior.
Xu Kuan was not disturbed by the outside world and walked up to the injured person to take a look.
He was too lazy to explain to these chuunibyou. Anyway, if he said too much, he would be regarded as mentally ill. Besides, he was not sure whether he could be saved. He could only say that he would try his best.
The dye from the easter egg covered the entire chest of the clothes. At this moment, the clerk acted as if his lungs were injured and he couldn't breathe properly. Xu Kuan tried to help him untie his coat, but was slowly held by his trembling hands. .
"Fellow Taoist... thank you for your... kindness... but I have..."
If placed in a film and television drama, this clerk's acting skills would be absolutely top-notch, perfectly presenting the fear of approaching death, unwillingness and final relief.
But Xu Kuan had no intention of continuing to act with him.
"Just lie down. I can't give you any guarantee. I can only say that you will try your best."
After saying that, Xu Kuan helped the clerk take off the dye-stained coat as gently as possible, fearing that the clerk would not be frightened to death by the paint, but would be sent away by some special effects such as shadow and coercion on his body.
But obviously, Xu Kuan still underestimated his specificity.
"What kind of magical power is this! What have you done!"
The leader's words were full of fear and shock. He immediately turned the gun, but the moment he looked in the direction of Xu Kuan and the seriously injured clerk, he fell completely into a state of confusion.
"Is this man the legendary immortal?"
In the sight of everyone, Xu Kuan's whole body was exuding terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, and the shadow of a huge golden tree gradually solidified behind him, reaching into the sky and the earth.
The leaves fell like stars in the sky, floated over the heads of everyone present, and then quickly melted away. There was no trace of its existence at all, but in an instant it washed away the restlessness and malice in people's hearts, even those few The seriously injured clerk breathed a little easier.
Everyone who saw it repented of the evil deeds they had done, as if they had seen the arrival of Allah, whom they had believed in for a long time.
Especially the evil cultivators holding guns fell to their knees one after another at this moment, covering their faces with their hands, repenting for the evil deeds they had done for their own selfish desires, and wishing to commit suicide immediately.
As for the clerk who Xu Kuan personally treated, he immediately felt that his injuries had dissipated, and even his cultivation level had been slightly improved.
It was just affected by Xu Kuan's huge spiritual power that it was difficult to move for a while.
"Thank you, Immortal, for saving my life!"
The clerk couldn't support himself and made any movement, so he could only let out a hoarse thanks.
I wanted to look up and remember the appearance of this immortal, but I could only see that his face was covered by a blue halo, and I couldn't see his true appearance.
"Can you tell me the name of the immortal? The young queen will set up a memorial tablet for the immortal at home and make offerings of incense to him that day!"
Listening to the people around him crying and repenting and asking for a memorial tablet for him, Xu Kuan still didn't know what kind of messy scenes these middle schoolers had seen.
He is still confused about this situation, and he only thinks it is because of the second disease in everyone, which automatically upgraded some of his seemingly normal behaviors into the so-called magical shadow.
Fortunately, his mask is of some use, otherwise he might be able to see his own statue on the street in two days.
But fortunately, this kind of "treatment" is indeed quite effective. The clerk's words were full of energy, and he was the most cheerful of all the people.
"It's better not to set up a memorial tablet or anything like that. Do more good deeds and help others in the future, and you will be able to repay today's karma."
Xu Kuan responded casually and continued his "diagnosis and treatment" career.
There are still a few crispy Chuunibyou on the ground waiting for his help.
