Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 622 "Nan Dou"

When Song Shi walked to the recycling station, he found that the five people were still there.

"Who's the leader?"

Song Shi said this, but his eyes stayed on one of them and did not move.

The psychic skill [Glass Observation] is derived from the image of "clear inside and outside, pure and flawless", which allows the user to use his own body as a mirror to reflect the opponent's flaws. However, as a psychic skill of the Divine Eyes and Spirit Eyes series, it also has the effect of enhancing observation to a certain extent.

"Hello." Marsh thought he heard the sound of himself swallowing his saliva. "I'm Marsh Lowell. We are wanderers. We originally wanted to try our luck here. Uh, thank you very much for saving my life. If you have any instructions, we will do our best."

The man tried to keep a low profile, but the other party interrupted him and asked, "How good are the prosthetic doctors in your tribe? And the mechanics?"

"Prosthetic doctor?" Marsh was stunned, and his mind quickly reviewed his memories, choosing his words: "Prosthetics. I've heard people mention it, but this kind of high-end stuff is too expensive, and we can't afford it. We do have mechanics, and their skills are good enough."

Is prosthetic technology still in its infancy?

Song Shi thought, although the possibility of sinking into the civilian market cannot be ruled out by simply not lifting the restrictions.

"The mercenary group 'Lemen'." Song Shi nodded and said, "I wanted to kill your people just now for fun."

Hearing this, Marsh's face became obviously gloomy. He hummed softly: "I've heard people say this. Thank you again for saving our lives."

"No anger?" Song Shi observed the man's expression and said bluntly: "Too bland."

Marsh twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head: "It's hard enough to live."

Song Shi nodded, stepped over the stairs made of iron sheets, and crawled into the scrap recycling station through a large hole in the wire mesh.

Behind the young man, several people looked at each other, made a few quick gestures to each other, and then, at Marsh's eye signal, quickly followed.

Psychics are moody, and judging from the other party's posture, he might be a terrifying existence with third-level psychic power. Even if they have much regret and fear in their hearts, since the other party doesn't say anything at this moment, they can only bite the bullet and follow him.

They saw clearly the fleeting fire in the hotel.

"Um"

Song Shi stopped in front of the garbage mountain.

At first, the garbage was compressed into large cubes and piled up like containers, but their owners seemed to lose patience soon. Further back, mechanical castings, broken electrical appliances, plastics and other items were dumped together at random. A sticky unknown liquid flowed across the ground and gathered into puddles with colorful oil stars floating in them.

“Are you local wanderers?”

Ignoring the industrial waste gas blowing in his face, Song Shi suddenly spoke.

Marsh immediately replied, "No, we were just passing through this area and were planning to resupply along the way."

"Any destination?"

".Destination?" Marsh was choked. After thinking for a few seconds, he whispered, "Sir, what destination do we have? We go wherever we hear there is no war. We run around everywhere."

"That is to say." Song Shi turned around and asked: "You will go to many places next?"

Marsh tried to keep up with the other party's jumping thoughts and hummed: "Uh, is there anything you want us to do?"

no answer.

As several people watched, a red-gold flame suddenly rose up, and then like the river water behind a dam raising the gates, it flooded the thousands of square meters of waste recycling station!
The turbid yellow mist of sulfide, fluoride, and hydrogen sulfide that enveloped the recycling station melted away in an instant like fog on a mirror, and turned into harmless ash in a highly counter-chemical reaction. Then came the puddles containing heavy metal elements, which boiled and evaporated, also becoming ash that drifted away with the wind.

Marsh was surprised to find that at some point the red light on the Geiger indicator had gone dark and was replaced by a steady green.

He was startled.

Radiation burned out?

Song Shi watched all this happen quietly, as if he had yawned effortlessly.

——Psionic Skill: [Rendering].

——Psionic Skill: [Ashes].

One modifies the properties of matter, the other destroys matter.

Theoretically, it would take a lot of equipment, more than ten steps, and several days to achieve the harmless treatment of industrial waste. But for Song Shi now, it only takes a thought. And in front of the terrifying total amount of spiritual energy reserves, whether the prefix of the garbage mountain is "dozens of piles" or "one pile", it makes no difference.

Even electromagnetic waves like "radioactive radiation", which are inherently ethereal, can be burned away with a little more effort.

Song Shi shifted his gaze.

The sea of ​​fire that had originally been aimed precisely at the mist and wastewater suddenly shrank, and from countless gaps, it rushed into the garbage mountain. This should have been a horrifying scene, but in Marsh's eyes, at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of magnificent beauty.

So, change happened!
It was as if countless skilled old blacksmiths descended from the sky.

The iron chain that barely dragged the gear had lost its rust. In a corner, the lonely machine tool spindle box lay. Through the crack on the surface, one could see that the tiny debris and mucus embedded in it were burned, but not even a single component was burned.

The wreckage of the maglev cargo hold clung to Mars, which silently devoured the case. When it dissipated, only an intact mutually exclusive maglev component was left. A bunch of badly worn old guns were forcibly disassembled and disintegrated as the flames passed by. Those parts that could no longer be used turned into ashes, leaving large and small parts all over the ground.

This kind of scene happens every moment, in every place in the recycling station!
——Psionic Skill: [Flame of Forging].

A psychic skill born from the image of "forging", which is closely related to fire.

When Song Shi was still at a low level, its effects were limited to simple rough processing of external objects and a certain degree of shaping of its own psychic flames.

In ancient times, the former effect might make one a good blacksmith, but facing modern high-precision machine tools, it has no advantage at all.

But Song Shi is no longer a low-level person.

With the psychic push of the fourth ring, [Sublimation], and the enhanced control of psychic skills such as the Heart of Forging, the Flame of Forging is enough to achieve meticulous precision processing, even exceeding the limitations of physical chemistry to a certain extent, just like those parts that have been recast and forced back to a brand new state from being worn out.

Unfortunately, it still lacks some meaning.

Song Shixin thought.

Although this operation is ingenious, in essence, it is still the "recycling" of waste. It is the reuse of existing things rather than re-creation.

If I break through the fifth ring, maybe the [Forging Flame] at that time can go a step further and have the ability to reorganize at the molecular level. In that case, it will not be a broken waste turning into a usable waste, but a real waste turning into treasure.

Marsh opened his eyes in disbelief. His neck seemed like a rusty gear. No matter how it creaked, it just wouldn't turn. Is this something a human being can do?

Can psychic energy also be used to create?
In great shock, the top of my head seemed to be hit by something, and I felt a constant numbness. Soon, these shocks and numbness turned into deep fear. It was not a personal or emotional fear, but it was like being on a ship in the deep sea, and in a flash of lightning, the outline of a huge object in the distance after a storm was revealed. It was a kind of incomprehensible and beyond cognition fear.

Marsh had seen psychics before. When the shrieks of air defense sirens resounded through the streets, a large number of artillery pieces lit up from the sky and poured down, accompanied by figures wearing exoskeleton armor and moving at high speed.

However, that was too far away. He was lucky to drive away from the burning city before the road was completely blocked, and he became a wanderer from then on. Until this moment, without the involvement of any technology, the incredible scene actually happened in front of him.

--call.

The raging sea of ​​fire came and went quickly. In just a few breaths, the waste recycling station, which was originally piled with mountains of waste and flowing with sewage, returned to its original appearance, which was just completed and not yet put into formal use.

In addition to the many new objects in the center.

"How many wanderers are there locally?"

Song Shi spoke.

"Probably not many." Marsh quickly calmed down and answered cautiously: "We have joined the local wanderer mutual aid community in Hogarth, and there are only about 3,000 people in it."

Three thousand people.

Even for a town, it is not a particularly large population, and in a city, it is even more insignificant.

Song Shi nodded slightly.

He had already roughly scanned the area. Hogarth was not very large, it could only be considered a small city. After several years of confrontation between the United Government and the East Road Republic, several fronts had been repeatedly pulled, and Hogarth was on the front line for a period of time, resulting in the current empty streets.

"Marsh."

Hearing the other party call out his name, Marsh's heart tightened and he said respectfully: "You go ahead."

"Take some photos and videos, send them to the local wanderer community, and tell them about the situation here." Song Shi said: "These are all for you, enough to deal with it for a long time."

Although he had already guessed it, Marsh still felt it was funny and weird when he heard these words from the other party.

Then, he was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice: "Sir, what do we have to pay?"

There is no free lunch in office buildings, and the same goes for wasteland.

Song Shi laughed.

He seemed to be looking at Marsh, but he also seemed to be looking at everyone present.

"I only have one request for you."

"Take these and give all the help you can to everyone you meet from now on." Song Shi smiled and said, "Then tell them what happened here."

"——I want you to spread my name and tell me what I have said."

The air seemed to be frozen.

Give, help in whatever way possible? Spread your name?
Marsh was stunned for a moment, then he realized something and his heart skipped a beat.

This is propaganda that a new force is coming!
Who intends to get involved in the war between the East Continent Republic and the United Government? Or is it just a small local force that wants to make a name for itself?
Thoughts swirled in his mind, turning rapidly and disappearing. Marsh opened his mouth to refuse - they became wanderers just because they didn't want to be involved in such things! The resources in front of them are precious, but they can't buy lives.

Is it really impossible to change it?
When his eyes unconsciously wandered to a broken spherical device, Marsh found that he couldn't say the words that came to his mouth. He recognized that thing, it was a water purification tank, and the company logo was a big brand "Realistic Prayer".

This company, which once specialized in outdoor adventure equipment and protection, transformed itself during the war, selling a large number of emergency survival equipment and food. At a time when infrastructure and water and electricity networks were collapsing, it made a fortune by relying on the countless people who were displaced by the war.

For wanderers, clean water is often more important than food to fill their stomachs. Marsh could see that as the flames burned through the cracks on the surface of the water tank, even the water core that was originally soaked in filth and turned black became clean and transparent again like a miracle.

there's one more thing
The flames can burn through the recycling station.

He can also easily burn these people to ashes.

"Thank you for your generosity. Really, I don't know what to say."

His thoughts were sorted out in an instant. Marsh's lips moved a few times, and a grateful but not exaggerated expression appeared on his face: "Don't worry, we will praise your name. We will keep it in our hearts. It won't be long before everyone knows you."

As if he suddenly thought of something, he asked, "Then what should we call you?"

"Nandou."

This sentence was spoken in Donglu dialect. Song Shi paused and repeated: "——Nan Dou."

"Nan Dou?" Marsh imitated the pronunciation, spitting out slightly strange syllables.

“This is your name.”

"No, no name is needed." Song Shi shook his head and stared at the man in front of him: "Just 'Nan Dou', just 'Nan Dou' is enough."

"I see." Marsh said, "I see."

"You can act now." Song Shi raised his head and looked at the sky. "I killed that mercenary group. Since they haven't received any signals, the military will definitely send people to check. You should act quickly and take as much as you can. There's no need to worry about hot potatoes. No one will care about a few scavenging wanderers."

Now that the other party has spoken, what else can you say except to do as he or she says?

The companions around him didn't have time to worry too much, so they rushed forward quickly, took out the backpacks and straps they had brought with them, and picked through the dazzling waste.

Marsh fell behind, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that the young man was walking out.

"grown ups?"

For some unknown reason, he cried out.

The other party stopped, turned his head and smiled at the man. The latter's brown eyes reflected a face that was obviously very clear, but for some reason, it gave people a feeling that it was as if the light of a swaying fire was blurry.

Marsh rubbed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no one in front of me.

(End of this chapter)