267: Chapter 65: The Ugly Taoist and the Peacock Feather 267: Chapter 65: The Ugly Taoist and the Peacock Feather Even in later generations, many people still staunchly believed that a 7.62mm bullet couldn’t penetrate a human skull, and some even posed fantastic questions like whether an enraged tiger would counter-kill after an AK emptied its magazine.
But whether you believe it or not, or talk science or not, the kinetic energy damage of a 7.62mm bullet objectively exists.
The uninvited guest lurking in the darkness didn’t take the rifle in Wang Yunxiao’s hands seriously, and as the Rebel Leader was about to falter, he leaped down and slapped both palms on the Rebel Leader’s temples.
The Rebel Leader let out a roar as he looked up, his turbid eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, summoning a strange strength out of thin air, he actually managed to forcefully break the chains binding his right hand and swung his arm, sending all the ants surrounding him flying.
But at that moment, the sound of gunfire followed.
The bullet grazed the Rebel Leader’s cheek with precision, hitting the mysterious person hiding behind him.
You could hear the man scream in agony as he tumbled off the Rebel Leader’s shoulder and fell to the ground.
This rifle’s bullets indeed didn’t have any Enchantment effect, but you’re a living person, not a Demon or Evil Spirit.
It can’t be that all of you have cultivated the Golden Bell Shield.
So-called strengths and weaknesses.
Everyone has their areas of expertise and shortcomings.
You can’t just, to annoy players, put Vampire Halo, Thorn Halo on all wild monsters, and then add a couple of layers of Protective Shield…
That’s something only a crypto-pushing, sky-rocketing maternal planner could pull off.
What’s more important, of course, is that he didn’t expect Wang Yunxiao to be watching him the whole time.
Without precautions, you can’t dodge.
Taken by surprise with a shot to the chest, he almost met his maker right there.
When he clumsily climbed up from the ground, he saw that the Rebel Leader he had just strengthened had turned into a giant human torch.
Wang Yunxiao had kerosene lamps, and naturally, there was kerosene.
Humans are the most adept at playing with fire on this planet, bar none.
Kerosene from two lamps was splashed over the Rebel Leader’s legs, and once ignited, the flames soared.
Thick black smoke billowed from his massive body, almost obscuring the sky within ten meters around him.
By the light of the fire, Wang Yunxiao finally saw the true face of the uninvited guest.
It was an ugly, sinister-looking Old Taoist.
He glared at Wang Yunxiao fiercely.
Wang Yunxiao was unharmed, while Gao Shan felt his head buzz, and he fell back.
Seeing Wang Yunxiao’s expressionless face and his steady, unwavering grip on the rifle, a flash of surprise and resentment crossed the Old Taoist’s face as he pulled out a brightly colored feather from behind him and waved it gently at Wang Yunxiao…
Bang—!
The second shot sent his two fingers flying.
Clack—!
Wang Yunxiao cycled the action, pulled the trigger, and the third bullet exploded in a spray of blood inside the Taoist’s right eye socket, taking flesh and brain matter through the back of his skull and out.
Without a word, the Old Taoist turned and ran.
On the other side, Wang Yunxiao also felt his legs give out and his head grow fuzzy, unable to support himself he knelt on the ground.
Matuan and Youtiao, who was standing in front of him holding up the Rattan Shield, groaned, blood jets sprayed from his nostrils, and he collapsed.
Wang Yunxiao’s eardrums buzzed, his vision blurred, and he could only hear the rapid friction of Little Gourd’s pen on paper.
This sound became clearer and clearer, until he fully regained consciousness, only then did he see Little Gourd sitting beside him, while Matuan and Youtiao still lay unconscious on the ground.
His mouth was full of the taste of rust.
Wang Yunxiao coughed twice, spat out the blood in his mouth, and struggled to his feet with a hoarse voice, he asked, “How long was I unconscious?”
Little Gourd sniffed and choked up as he whispered, “It’s been a little over a Chinese Hour.”
“Who’s leading the team?”
“Brother Youtiao.”
Wang Yunxiao immediately felt relieved; as long as Youtiao was fine, everything was okay.
As the backup brain of the gang, Youtiao had the ability to stabilize the spirits of the group and hold their formation.
“I’m fine now, go save the two of them.”
At that moment, no one knew what Secret Technique the Old Taoist had used.
Apart from that feather, there was no clue at all—his method could be considered to kill invisibly.
Matuan and Youbing, unknowingly, had shared some of the damage with him, or else Wang Yunxiao felt he might not have withstood it.
This was the advantage of the Garrison Soldiers when grouped together; only those who played auto chess could possibly describe how nauseating they were to their opponents.
Wang Yunxiao flipped open his notebook, and this time, it finally revealed detailed text.
“Detected Echo Erosion: the color of the Peacock Feather.”
“You see the peacock, you realize the world’s multitude of colors, ever-changing.
I am the world, and the world is me.”
“Detected lingering Toxin: Peacock Gall.”
“Legend has it that ancient Sages used peacock gall in their medicine, seeking the profound wisdom of three thousand worlds with it, but the mortal body can’t bear the weight of such wisdom.”
“Detected Level II Holy Object: Splendid Peacock Feather, distance 28.”
“A tail feather that fell from a peacock, said to contain all the wisdom of a whole universe; even a single glance can result in severe contamination.
But for scholars who are content to die upon hearing the way, it’s a treasure beyond gold.”
Looking at the text in the notebook, Wang Yunxiao finally understood the extent of the serious blow he had just suffered.
A quantitative change can lead to a qualitative change.
For instance, eating shrimp with fruits together can produce arsenic Toxin, but to reach a lethal dose, one would have to eat at least two tons at a time.
He had just endured a lethal dose’s worth of knowledge overload.
A sixteen-wheeled dump truck full of knowledge slid through my brain, leaving behind two deep ruts.
Good thing I’m a poor student.
I’m dying of laughter, I couldn’t understand a thing, so I just blacked out.
Wang Yunxiao, holding his head, stood up with the help of Little Gourd’s shoulder, and then noticed that Gao Shan and his men were also lying in the courtyard, all of them unconscious.
They shouldn’t be in any danger to their lives.
After this experience, their Resistance should probably improve next time.
Wang Yunxiao held no resentment for them holding him back.
That’s how people are trained, the army is no different: they issue you a gun, if you survive a round on the battlefield without dying, you’re pretty much good to learn everything else.
Why do I feel so familiar with this…
Wang Yunxiao looked at his own hands.
They are really tender indeed, the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy, hardly distinguishable from a woman’s.
Something always feels off, like having strength that I can’t use.
Although I have been persistent in training recently, the intensity still seems too low…
From the entrance came messy but not panicked footsteps; it was Youtiao returning with the brothers after patrolling the streets.
After repelling that ugly-looking Taoist, they hadn’t encountered another big boss at the level of the Rebel Leader, and so they had continued to hold strong until now.
Wang Yunxiao turned his head to look at the palace walls of the Inner City, already brightly lit.
In other directions, the tide of the dead had already passed through the outer city, reaching the inner walls!