Psychics don't die from gunfire

When Agalemal approached cautiously, even though he had expected it, he was still shocked.

As if something was raging not long ago, the ground nearby was scorched and flattened, and fragments of still-burning parts were scattered, leaving only charred remains.

And in the next moment, it seemed that the person coming was not an enemy, and the flames scattered around him either returned or separated, making way for a safe path.

Agalemal quickly walked onto the road, and then tripped over a protruding rock, causing another large wound on his forehead.

Ignoring the wound, he quickly climbed up, came to Song Shi's side, and smiled awkwardly: "My 'misfortune' has not been fully repaid, and I will probably be unlucky for a while."

Song Shi raised his index finger, and a wisp of flame coiled around it and shot towards Agalemal's forehead. The latter subconsciously avoided it, but failed. With a sizzling sound, the originally bloody wound stopped bleeding and scarred instantly.

It just hurt a little, and Agalemal let out a loud cry.

And when the other party regained his composure, Song Shi said, "Repay. So that's what you thought."

He motioned for the startled young man to sit down.

"What do you think 'one-third' represents?" He looked at the other party.

Agalemal thought carefully for a while and hesitated: "It's just a balance, right? People can't always be lucky. I'm lucky now, but I'll be unlucky in the future. This makes sense, right?"

"There's nothing wrong with understanding it this way, but you're a little bit wrong."

Song Shi shook his head slightly: "This is not repayment, or in other words, it is not just 'repayment', but also a kind of 'protection' for the holder."

".Protect?"

"Once lucky, twice unlucky, repeat this, this is [one-third lucky]." Song Shi said: "But even the miracle of one in a hundred thousand will happen a hundred times among tens of millions of people. "

Agalemal's eyes slowly opened wide, and he already understood what the other party meant.

"If it is [half lucky], you can escape from a life-or-death disaster, but are you really sure you can repay the same level of 'misfortune' that needs to be repaid?"

"So, it's one-third." Agalemal murmured: "Divide the 'luck' that needs to be repaid into two parts to reduce the burden of each time."

Seeing that the other party understood, Song Shi nodded: "I think one-third is a more appropriate number, not too low, not too high. If it is [one percent], it is indeed safe, but you have to How long will it take to use it again?”

"Of course, [Luck] itself is a fairly rare psychic skill, which is enough for the Silent One to learn to invest some new training resources in you."

Hearing these words, Agalemal, who was still deep in thought, was startled. He raised his head and said with a little joy in his tone: "You mean my talent is not bad?"

"Well" Song Shi thought for a moment: "It's not bad."

Agalemal was even more shocked and couldn't help but said: "Then, how long will it take for me to catch up with you?"

"You mean the 'second ring', or what?"

"Is there any difference?" Agalemal didn't know why, but he quickly reacted: "Oh, it's probably about the same as you."

"For the second ring alone, if nothing unexpected happens, it will be within four years at the latest."

Song Shi paused for a moment and looked at the young man for a while: "As for the others, well, fortunately you are not beyond."

After saying this, which made the latter confused for a moment, Song Shi stood up, stretched his waist casually, and climbed towards the top of the extinct volcano behind him.

"—Agalemal."

Song Shi's voice drifted in the wind.

"I'm going to wake up this extinct volcano. There may be a lot of noise, so please drive farther away."

"There are bags of water and food in the car. It will probably take me a few days. You can watch and eat by yourself. You can set up the compression tent yourself. You can also use the data tablet. I have memberships for all major applications. Remember not to make random changes. set up."

"There are portable solar panels for emergencies when there is no electricity."

"Wait, wait a minute! You forgot this!" Suddenly remembering something, Agalemal quickly scraped the ground, held a few pieces of the charred corpse, put it in his arms, and said loudly: "You are not Do you want to stuff it into the crater? I’ll bring it up for you right now!”

Song Shi's voice was silent for a while before it sounded again.

".This is what I said casually."

"ah?"

"When you meditate, do you put corpses next to you? I'm not a perverted murderer... Just keep these for yourself, maybe you can find some trophies."

Under Agalemal's gaze, Song Shi's figure gradually disappeared on the mountain road.

Twenty minutes later.

Mountain top.

This unknown extinct volcano is not that big in scale. Even if there is no specially built road, with Song Shi's current physical condition, the steep rock walls are as smooth as walking on flat ground and he can easily climb to the top.

Taking the last step, everything suddenly became clear.

Along the gently sloping side plane, the entire mountain top presents a pit shape, which has turned into a crater with rock walls due to long-term accumulation. Looking up, the diameter is about a hundred meters.

A typical shield-shaped extinct volcano.

Standing on the edge of the ring-shaped crater, Song Shi turned his head and looked down. The place where the battle took place not long ago turned into a small black dot at this moment.

Then, he turned his sights into the crater.

"Tsk"

Song Shi clicked his tongue lightly.

With the spiritual energy of the second ring Great Source, he could clearly feel that the volcano was completely dead.

If the flowing magma is regarded as the blood vessels of the earth, then the volcano in front of us at this moment has been completely blood-depleted.

——Even inexplicably, there is an indescribable chill.

Like a sigh.

"Huh"

Song Shi took a deep breath.

He slid along the slope and reached the deepest part of the crater.

Looking up, the surroundings were all unchanging dull gray, dead and desolate.

And in the center of all this, Song Shi inserted the heavy murder into the ground beside him, and the whole person slowly sat up.

He closed his eyes, and the surging spiritual energy was raised to the limit in an instant, but it was restrained and not completely erupted in the exquisite control.

One, two, three, four

One after another, red-gold "light balls" emerged and hovered around Song Shi.

They floated quietly, and in the next moment, driven by the will of the master, a total of ten fire seeds suddenly lit up, and even the sunlight in the sky was briefly suppressed.

Song Shi slowly raised his hand, and then pressed it down suddenly.

Boom!

Ten fire seeds were embedded in the earth, the rock layers rose and fell, cracks burst out, and a dull roar was emitted.

At this moment, huge heat and light were forced into the depths of the volcano, and even began to spread to deeper depths.

—— With the power of one person, the long-dead volcano was revived.

—— With one person, the dry earth was "rendered" again!