"Is luck so bad?"
Standing against the wall, Jenkins "sees" that the blip representing Dad also joins the battle. The continuous sound of bullets/bullets keeps ringing, but it seems that there is more than just a gun.
The perspective of [Eye of Reality] has very weak effect on the three types of permanent supernatural items. Jenkins can’t see [Mr. Hunter’s Fruit Bowl] through the wall of his bedroom. Wrapping it can completely block the aura. But at this moment, he could clearly see a dim golden statue luminous object moving with him under the spot of light representing Mr. Brown.
"I can probably guess what's going on, but if that's the case, that's bad luck..."
Even more unfortunate things happened soon, Jenkins thought that hiding himself was enough, he fully trusted his father-father had the most light points. But after another sound similar to an explosion, a man crashed through the door and flew in.
He rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment, and stopped when he hit the wall.
Raising their heads, the two looked at each other.
Boom~
White smoke was coming out of the muzzle of the gun, and Jenkins, whose heart was beating violently, let out a breath and put down the pistol.
"Feel sorry."
He said to the unrepentant corpse, the latter still had a surprised expression on his face, and red and white things flowed out from the small hole on his forehead.
"At least my marksmanship is okay."
Jenkins tried hard to suppress the fear of the fact of killing in his heart, and looked at the corpse in a blink of an eye. Those light spots representing abilities were gradually going out, and there was a very dim yellow light in the pocket of his jacket.
"The color is so weak? Is it a temporary item strengthened through a ritual, a spell or a weapon?"
He guessed, but didn't take the time to search the body. Confirming again and again that the man's light spot was completely extinguished, Jenkins swallowed, and rushed out with a gun.
Outside the door, Mr. Brown was lying on the ground like a tattered sack, and the light spot was also disappearing. The old man was entangled in the thread emerging from the only stranger left, and his movements at this moment were as stiff as a puppet.
That's why Jenkins rushed out to help.
Boom!
Jenkins pulled the trigger again, this time firing the special cartridge. The stranger couldn't dodge in time, and was hit by the bullet/bullet on his right arm, but the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Be careful, he is a member of [Light Chaser Club]!"
[Light Chaser Club] is a real "illegal association". Jenkins heard from his father that they are a group of benefactors who believe that "human beings become light" to avoid the coming "world-ending catastrophe". Illegal not only because its members are all unregistered givers, but also because they believe in a cruel evil god.
"Where's Ronnie?"
The stranger grinned, showing Jenkins a terrifying grin.
"died."
Jenkins replied blankly, moving his hands non-stop, reloading the bullet/bullet and firing again.
It was intended to hit the heart, but instead hit the head. The man still didn't die, but turned his head to look at Jenkins with interest.
"Is that trash dead? Good!"
His thread entangled Uncle, but the same Unpa restrained his movement, and Jenkins wasn't worried about getting punched to death.
"May the [Sage of Inheritance] bless you, and your brilliance will illuminate the way forward for mankind."
Putting the ritual silver dagger in front of his mouth, and praying in a low voice, Jenkins aroused the ability of [Agile Legs and Feet] to rush towards the old man, and the black lines broke immediately with a swing of the dagger.
He backed away immediately, only to see that the old man was entangled with the stranger again, and the stranger without the restraint of the black thread was obviously not the old man's opponent.
"careful!"
Jenkins suddenly reminded him that he saw the yellow item in the stranger's pocket suddenly glowing.
It was too late to say it, and a strange song suddenly sounded from my ears. The singer seemed to be a young woman, her singing voice was deep, light and weird, but it was as attractive as a poppy flower.
The old man fell to the ground in response, and Jenkins, whose head was dizzy, had no choice but to rush over there again, with both fists out:
[Simple boxing!]
He didn't want to kill the stranger so easily, he just wanted him to back off so he could save Dad.
But I didn't expect that as soon as the fists of the two touched, a huge force came from the opposite side, and Jenkins flew back the same way and collided with the old man's body.
"The right arm is broken!"
The singing continued, but Jenkins regained consciousness a little from the excruciating pain.
The stranger ignored him and walked over to Mr. Brown's body, so Jenkins had a chance with his left hand to fumble a small piece of metal from the slit of his shirt.
"Explosion spell!"
He roared in his heart, desperately injecting spirituality, threw the metal piece out the moment it became hot, and then hugged his father and fell on the ground.
After a loud bang, I didn't know anything.
After a brief coma, Jenkins woke up in a heat wave. All the surrounding buildings were ignited, and the surrounding area had turned into a sea of flames. There was a huge charred black hole where the stranger and Mr. Brown's body were.
"Damn shoddy products, isn't it said that the effect is discounted?"
Jenkins couldn't care less about scolding profiteers, and immediately got up and returned to the burning house. In a sea of flames, he hurriedly dug out a thing wrapped in rags from under the floor in the corner and stuffed it into his arms. The time there should not be short.
After restoring the scene, go back and try to wake up Papa again.
"What's going on here?"
He woke up soon after, equally shocked by his surroundings.
"The cultist tried to examine Mr. Brown's body, and the body exploded!"
Jenkins said in horror.
"Go, our identities cannot be exposed!"
The panting father asked Jenkins to help him up, picked up Jenkins' silver dagger and drew a strange symbol on the ground, took out a paper bag folded into a triangle from his arms and threw it on the symbol.
"May the goddess bless you!"
He bit his finger and held the symbol and called softly, and then the paper bag spontaneously ignited and disappeared in the strange blue flame.
"Okay, the news has spread!"
Using the silver dagger to scratch off the things on the ground again, the father asked Jenkins to search for the "still intact" things in the charred corpse pit. Then the two supported each other and fled the fire with difficulty.
The alleys around here were very complicated, coupled with the chaos caused by the fire, no one cared about the two men whose clothes were scorched.
Jenkins helped his father to move forward while using his ability to heal the two of them.
This was the first time he thanked his ability for healing, because when the two passed by the water storage carriage trapped at the entrance of the alley, both of them could walk normally.