Chapter 526 Yu Sheng’s Magical Tools
Yu Sheng quickly explained his thoughts to Irene.
Tracing back to the source, these thoughts came to him when he came back from the dark alley last time to do a post-war review.
"I feel like I lack the means of long-range attack, and my 'blood' still has a lot of room for development in terms of its uses," Yu Sheng looked at the little puppet seriously. "I asked Hu Li to help strengthen my mace a while ago. It's enough for close combat, but it's not enough when facing distant enemies or encountering situations where blood needs to be projected. You can think of this blood storage tank as a blood grenade. The blood gun and blood needle launcher can be combined. The former is used to spray blood directly, and the latter is to pre-fill blood into something like a needle bullet and shoot it out - with a longer range..."
The little doll sat on the sofa and listened blankly. Luna came over at some point and sat opposite Yu Sheng, nodding while listening, looking like she had rich experience in this matter (referring to the experience of having her face smeared with blood by Yu Sheng).
After he finished explaining, Irene let out a long "Oh!" and then began to cross her arms, frowning and thinking. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but suddenly she clapped her hands and said, "That sounds like a pervert~"
Yu Sheng's eyebrows knitted together when he heard this: "Is that really necessary?"
"Think about it," Irene climbed onto the coffee table, opened her arms, grabbed the draft book, and flipped it over and over in front of her eyes like she was holding a shield, mumbling as she read. "We're fighting someone, the other side has long guns and short guns, bullets, missiles, lasers, ion beams and so on flying on the battlefield, smoke and flames rising, and then you rush forward with a mace on your shoulder, a squirt gun in your hand, and a string of water balloons hanging from your waist, and you happily rush forward, and after a few hits, blood and spurts everywhere - if you were in a movie, your appearance would at least make you a psychopathic boss, the kind who either wears a mask or a painted face, squats behind the gate and peeks sinisterly at the school gate, and later there would be a special TV series about your childhood trauma..."
Yu Sheng left the little thing stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. He looked at the little doll in surprise and said, "Oh my god, you can even use idioms now?"
Irene was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yu Sheng: "...Is that a compliment?"
"I guess so... No, I mean, what you usually see is a bit mixed." Yu Sheng raised his hand and pressed the doll's head, and at the same time quickly threw out the images that he had just imagined in his mind. He finally broke free from the rhythm of this little thing. "Put aside the style of painting and other things, just tell me if this set of things works!"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart. He wasn't confused about his own painting style, but about the painting style of the entire club under his command.
What the little puppet said was quite good - usually when they were fighting with others, I won't mention the styles of the enemies' guns and cannons. The leader of the hotel was a reckless man who charged forward with a mace (and often died on the way), the second leader was a cursed puppet who bound people with spider silk on the battlefield, the third leader roared and launched his tail, and the only elegant fourth leader was an artificial saint who would dance in circles on the battlefield while cutting people into pieces...
How should I put it? He may still be a little far from being a villain, but he is already very far from being a hero.
Meanwhile, Irene surprisingly didn't start beeping immediately. After hearing Yu Sheng's words, she even thought about it for a long time. After a while, she stroked her chin and muttered, "Actually...it sounds useful in theory, but I have a question. Won't the blood become ineffective if you die once?"
"I've actually thought about this," Yu Sheng laughed upon hearing this. "Do you remember the blood I drew from the valley specifically to make your doll?"
Irene blinked and quickly realized: "Oh, that's right..."
"My death will reset the state of myself and the items I carry. I've studied this process carefully, and it actually has a range of recovery and restoration," Yu Sheng said seriously. "The 'boundary' of this range, to put it more easily, is the 'death event.'"
Irene had a strange expression on her face: "Uh...what do you mean?"
Yu Sheng was very patient: "The place where the incident occurred, the time when the incident occurred, the things I came into contact with during the incident, the cause and result of the incident... these limiting conditions together constitute the 'event boundary' of the 'death event'. When the reset occurs, everything will take effect strictly according to this boundary.
"Therefore, this kind of state replay will only occur if there is a direct connection to the death event, or if I directly came into contact with the things at that time. Blood drawn in advance, clothes changed a day before, these are not part of the 'death event', and naturally will not be replayed during my resurrection process.
"So, as long as the blood in these blood storage tanks and blood needles is prepared in advance, there's no need to worry about them becoming ineffective after I die once..."
Irene listened intently with her eyes wide open, but couldn't help scratching her hair at the end. "That's true, but this topic still sounds weird."
The fox beside him twitched his ears: "But Little Red Riding Hood once said that things are not going well in this house every day."
"That's true."
How should I put it? Seeing the little doll quickly accept the fact that there was no normal person at No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng was still a little sad...
"Let's be honest. The abstractness of your painting isn't a big deal. The main thing is the principle..." Irene didn't seem to notice Yu Sheng's sad reaction, and quickly asked a new question, "Can you really do it? You can't really make a squirt gun..."
"Nonsense, of course I won't," Yu Sheng said casually, "I'll just put forward a request and ask Mo Ran to organize people to study how to achieve it - she has many expert weapon refiners over there."
He smacked his lips again and added, "Actually, I originally wanted to ask the Secret Service for this. After all, they have a lot of advanced technology, but their technical approach is quite different from mine. Besides, if this thing is produced by Shuji, it will be my 'industry' after all, so the process is easier to control, and there won't be any trouble later. Most importantly, it will make me feel more at ease."
Hu Li, cradling his large tail, sat cross-legged on the carpet nearby, combing his fur. Upon hearing this, he suddenly looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. "The Secret Service's technique isn't suitable, but is Shu Ji's? Benefactor's blood control technique is unique in the world. No one else knows it, right?"
When Yu Sheng heard this slap, his face lit up: "Hey, don't they have something called evil cultivators there..."
Then the whole living room fell silent.
Yu Sheng also felt like something was amiss, and awkwardly adjusted his sitting position. "Well, let them try first. If they can't come up with complex special effects, they can just use a set of fresh-keeping containers and a simple launcher. I can't really go up and fight with them with a squirt gun and water balloons. As Irene said, that would look like a childhood trauma..."
Irene responded with a forced laugh.
Luna turned back and continued to daydream.
Hu Li, as usual, looked up at Yu Sheng with admiration, a Samoyed-like smile on her face—as if in her mind, her benefactor was always the most powerful and right, and she thought it was artistic when her benefactor was slapped to the ground, blood splattering...
Yu Sheng continued to concentrate on his design, while at the same time he paid attention to controlling the "star body" far away in the Feiyu Star Region, and communicating his own "needs" with Mo Ran.
When he suggested that they could capture two evil cultivators who specialized in studying blood curses to cooperate with the research progress, the City Lord Fairy was extremely shocked. However, since she had been shocked once by the amazing idea of "Yu Sheng Zhenjun" when she formulated the Shu Ji revitalization plan, her ability to accept it this time had improved significantly. After being shocked for a while, she began to gather her subordinates to discuss where to capture the evil cultivators more reliably.
The result of the discussion was to import them from Taixu Lingshu's Demon-Suppressing Tower. The evil cultivators who could be imprisoned in that place were usually of guaranteed quality and quantity. It was hard to say about their moral standards, but their professional level was definitely excellent. The only trouble was how to get Taixu Lingshu to agree to this, but it was actually not difficult - just push Yu Sheng out.
When the time comes, tell them that this is the magical tool that "Yusheng Zhenjun" is preparing to use to defeat the Dark Heaven in the future...
Then, a quick ring of a cell phone interrupted Yu Sheng's busy work.
Ai Lin jumped from the coffee table to the sofa, holding the phone in both hands, and handed it to Yu Sheng: "Here you go, this is from the Iron-Facial Paralysis!"
Yu Sheng was a little surprised. He picked up the phone and answered it casually. He put it to his ear and listened to a few words. His expression gradually turned serious.
Hu Li's ears pricked up instantly.
"What's going on?" Irene was so curious that she leaned forward. "What's going on that's so serious?"
Yu Sheng didn't even have time to speak. Hu Li, who was listening intently nearby, answered for him, "A deep-sea team led by Xu Jiali encountered a problem in the 'City in the Fog'—black spider webs, the kind you usually see, appeared in the thick fog in the streets near East City. Then they encountered the Black Spot Group's space station running through the streets."
Irene: "...Huh? What do you mean by a space station running down the street?!"
"It's hard to explain right now, but it's clear that what happened in 'Dark Alley' has now spread to other places." Yu Sheng had already hung up the phone and stood up from the coffee table. "Let's go check out the situation."
As he spoke, he picked up Irene who was beside him, but just as he was about to put her on his shoulder, he felt the weight was not right. He weighed her and put her back. He walked to the dining room and picked up another one, weighed it twice and put it down again. Finally, he picked up a heavy one from the windowsill, nodded, and walked towards the door with it.
Instead of opening the gate to the foggy foreign land, he simply turned the door handle.
The next moment, the entire No. 66 Wutong Road sank into the city in the fog.
(End of this chapter)
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