With one's body
The new first-year students of technical secondary school have been enrolled for a month.
Feng had already figured out the general situation. There were three people in total, two men and one woman. He had already dealt with the first half, but not the second half.
He originally thought that if he went on enough missions, he would eventually meet her one day, but until recently, after learning about the actual situation of Ieiri Shoko, he suddenly realized that he probably wouldn't be able to wait for that day.
In Feng Zaoche's case, he either tortured the enemy to death, or he was killed instantly by the enemy. The two branches were simple and rough, medics and the like... Even at the scene, as long as he cooled down quickly enough, the rescuers would not be able to catch up with him!
After all, no matter how difficult it is to cooperate, it never hurts to get to know people and say hello.
Regardless of whether they knew that Feng Zaoche's background was not so upright or not, the three first-year students all responded positively to his approach.
To quote Ieiri Nozomi, Gojo Satoru is an unruly person, he is just like a black-skinned dumpling. At least the upper half of Geto is white, but if you lift him up and take a closer look, you will find that the other half of him is black. Fuzaiteru is completely white, and only when you lift the lid will you see the black core inside.
Feng Zaoche translated it, and the general meaning was that there was already a crazy student among the classmates, and a senior who looked not crazy but was actually crazy on a closer look. In comparison, he, the senior who looked not crazy but was actually crazy on the inside, was naturally nothing.
Feng Zaoche, who thought he was in a particularly stable mental state, cried out that he was wronged, but the impression formed by some bystanders was obviously not so easy to reverse.
The arrival of the new grade helped relieve a lot of pressure. "A new official has three fires to start with," and I don't know if it's because they are too aware of the high quality of the freshmen, but they have a lot of tasks to do, which is about one or two less per day than during the busiest summer period.
Ieiri Shoko was granted special permission not to go out on missions. After all, that kind of technique is generally not suitable for combat, but her existence provided Feng Hayateru with a new idea.
He has always used his abilities to control or harm his targets. If he wants to "heal" someone, how should he do it specifically?
Ordinary bumps and wounds can be treated in hospitals, so it is not Feng Zaoche's turn to worry about it. The training of doctors has already become a systematized thing, and the inflow and outflow of talent in this area is relatively stable.
His target must be the cursed spirits... or in other words, the wounds caused by cursed energy. If his ability cannot be used to heal this type of wound or cannot heal others at all, then he can simply give up the current idea and focus on further strengthening his offensiveness.
The best way to use your abilities in a different direction is to start with the way they are used.
But how to do it... To achieve the purpose of healing under the premise of creation, is he required to verbally attack the wound, which cannot think for itself? First of all, the wound cannot understand what he is saying. If it can understand, it would be too scary.
Then we can only attack the injured person, but the injury is already serious enough, and it is too much to let him find a way to send him flying...
Feng Zaoche temporarily put his flying thoughts to rest. He decided to ask the "professionals" for their opinions first. He absolutely could not go to the teachers' place.
Regardless of their stance, being elders and adults always makes people tend to have a sense of arrogance, even if it is out of good intentions.
No matter what the result is, it will not be beneficial to Yu Feng at all.
He seemed to have heard some noise just now. It should be the first graders coming back from their mission. He took this opportunity to ask them.
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"Do you want to learn the reversal technique?" Gojo Satoru asked lazily in the high school's medical office.
Even though he and Geto Suguru were very strong and were able to beat up the seniors in front of them right after they entered school, they were still not paying attention sometimes. Their fighting style tended to be aggressive, so it was inevitable that they would bump into the enemies.
"This is not something that can be bought with money. If you learn it, the first thing the old man will do is to worship you without saying anything."
He raised his lips and made this assumption, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
This is actually a veiled exhortation.
Kazehaya Toru is a complete dabbler in the world of sorcery, so it is not difficult to guess that Gojo Satoru would think that he lacks subjective awareness of the difficulty of the reversal technique. This statement can be said to be made with good intentions.
However, it can be said that only the purpose of Feng Zaoche and the reversal technique are the same. The means of casting, the power as a medium and the principles involved are completely different. Before getting the result, he cannot make a judgment whether to continue.
He rested his head on one hand, looking thoughtful.
Within his sight, the broken flesh on Geto Suguru's arm healed rapidly at a terrifying speed until it returned to the smooth and smooth texture of a young man. The whole process took less than three seconds.
This is a minor injury, but the main problem is that it is infected by the cursed energy. Otherwise, I might have to worry about them healing first on the way back.
"How is it? Is it feasible?" Feng Zaoche asked quietly in his heart.
I don't know if it can be analyzed, but the power given to him and disguised as cursed power is 920.
"It should be possible, but the starting capability itself must have some prerequisites. I can't say what the specifics are... but it's not difficult to achieve the same effect." 920 was silent for a long time and came to a conclusion.
Explore on your own, there is some forward movement, and the effect is the same.
Feng Zaoche, who was already very good at summarizing, stood up suddenly, ignoring the glances from the three first-year students.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and said, "Hello, Sister Mingming? Have you arrived? I see. I'll come over now."
He had completed so many tasks that he didn't need to pretend to have a tired look like a social animal; his acting skills came naturally - of course, it was he who asked Mingming to contact him at this point. Money makes the world go round.
Xi Duo left the younger generations with a complicated look that said "Goodbye, although I still have a lot of things to ask you, I have to go first. After all, I have a mission and can't leave." Feng Zao quickly pushed the door open and went to meet Mingming.
The mission was real, but he was only notified in advance. Feng Zaochue simply used this as an excuse.
Half truths work best.
Not caring how much suspicion the first-year students would arouse by his sudden appearance and disappearance, Feng Zaoche unexpectedly discovered that this place was quite remote when he jumped out of the car.
"It was originally an investment project for a resort hotel, but accidents occurred frequently during the construction process. Things got so serious that the project could not proceed. So much money was invested but there was no return. On the contrary, a lot of compensation had to be paid..."
Mingming briefly explained the background, and his tone was quite emotional.
Compared to this, Feng Zaoche is more concerned about the first-level cursed spirits here.
"If I get into trouble this time, please come and rescue me." He tilted his head politely.
Mingming was a little surprised: "Huh?"
No one knows Kazehaya Toru's abilities better than her, as she has learned the Black Bird technique and is often on the scene. In her opinion, the techniques mastered by Kazehaya Toru can be said to be absolutely powerful.
In ten months, she watched with her own eyes as this young man grew from a somewhat green novice to this point in a short period of time. Although one's own personality was important, the role played by this technique could not be ignored.
It's like a toddler walking with a knife. Even an adult who is taller and stronger than him has to be cautious.
There was no reason not to charge a small amount for such a long-term cooperation, but she went against the principle and did not raise the price. Instead, she kept the original price in an almost friendly way. Perhaps it was because she valued his potential.
Feng Zaoche was well aware of this behavior and tacitly agreed to it, but he called it "fatten up and then kill."
"Then I'll go in with you this time to take a look. When you're about to die, I'll remember to pull you away." Mingming took the lead and pushed open the door of the villa closest to them.
"Thank you." Feng Zaoche said politely.
While calling 920 to help keep an eye on the possible movements of the cursed spirit, Feng Zaoche slowly began to search the house.
There are a total of 7 three-story villas here. The information sent said that the cursed spirit lives in one of them. The exact location cannot be located. It is only known that it has harmed homeless people and passing drivers who wanted to use it as a nest, which attracted the attention of "Window".
No matter what, he could never learn Mingming's attitude of leisurely strolling in the garden as if in his own backyard. Even during his most recent mission, he hid his expression well on his face, but secretly he had been sweating profusely.
It feels like he is a streamer who is trying to kill himself by filming a short video to test his courage and attract a crowd of onlookers. A ghost will appear in the next second to outflank him.
The sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps echoed on the floor. There were still traces of human life here. It should be the homeless man who occupied this villa as mentioned in the information.
Fuzaochetsu accidentally stepped on an empty bag of potato chips...the packaging was purple.
He had just stepped on it accidentally.
Feng Zaoche raised his eyes and looked at the dozen or so cigarette butts scattered on the ground.
The bag of potato chips should be right there, and Mingming is not the kind of person who would have the leisure to kick a bag of potato chips.
Then the third creature here...
"920, it couldn't be you who did it, right?" Feng Zaoche sighed softly.
"How is this possible! Why would a system like me do this to a bag of potato chips? And it's still empty!" 920 yelled in dissatisfaction in his mind, and then it realized something and fell silent.
"It would be great if you had an attribute panel. Maybe my luck value would be quite high." Feng Zaoche continued to "praise".
Mingming was in another room, so nothing serious would happen at this distance.
The next second, the monster attacked from the sky and swooped down like lightning. Feng did not move at all and only raised his left hand to block it.
The dark eyes that were emotionless and ready for perception reflected the ferocious figure of the cursed spirit and the blood line that soared into the air.