Chapter 18: How to Practice the Finger-snapping Magic
Chapter 18: How to Practice the Finger-snapping Magic
I am a little dirty.
Wang Jixuan’s Taoist heart was constantly sighing.
He actually...had most of his body touched by this woman...
Fortunately, the man's vital parts were not attacked. Dr. Wei Na was well aware of the legal boundaries between care and harassment, otherwise he would have to "wake up" early.
Wang Jixuan didn't like the various explanations he might have to face after waking up. They were too long-winded and he didn't feel free at all. Besides, Zhou Zhengde and the others also wanted to get his secrets.
The Dharma is not easily passed on; this is the foundation of the sect.
He had no concerns about spreading the breathing exercises he had created, but he did not have enough time to develop a new one, so it would be embarrassing to take it away from him.
'The Black Flame Gang.'
Wang Jixuan briefly analyzed the news he had heard.
It seems that he has to go to the lower city again.
He must see with his own eyes that the Black Fire Gang is wiped out, and make sure that what Zhou Zhengde and the others said, "the core figures of the Black Fire Gang will be reborn by using a shell company," will not happen.
There are many things in the lower city that he needs now.
Saber beast blood, Saber beast bones;
And the existence of the blade beast 'demon core' is still unknown.
Generally speaking, the demon core is formed in the body of a demon beast, and is the basis for the cultivation of a powerful demon beast. The cultivators can collect it and use it to refine pills and weapons.
Wang Jixuan's idea was more direct - he might be able to use the demon cores to form a spirit gathering array, release the spiritual energy in the demon cores, and speed up his own cultivation.
In addition, Wang Jixuan has realized that he has something more important to do.
The worldly world refines the heart.
'Nature? What is nature?'
Wang Jixuan lay on the bed and fell into deep thought.
Gradually, wisps of spiritual energy floated in from the air and gathered around him.
Because he was pretending to be asleep and couldn't meditate, the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy was far slower than when sitting cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky or holding the Yuan and guarding the One... It was better than just lying there and doing nothing.
He silently estimated that by using Qi to nourish the flesh and blood, and combining it with the healing spells he knew, the puncture wound on his left shoulder would take about seven days to heal.
'Boom.'
The sound of the sniper rifle kept echoing in Wang Jixuan's ears.
He needs to learn more about the common sense of this world, master the use of various weapons, and then figure out some ways to fight against firearms.
'I don't know when I can start refining the weapon.'
……
Like everyone in Midtown, Wei Na must prioritize completing her job during a normal working day.
A squadron of purge troops temporarily stationed on the 13th floor, and the Black Fire Gang also announced that it would no longer retaliate. Wei Na no longer had to stay in the safe house at the police station.
When work is over or on weekends, Wei Na will come to the 13th floor medical center to take care of two special patients here:
Mu Liang and Lan Yuzai.
Wei Na had long discovered that Mu Liang's recovery speed from his injuries was somewhat inhuman.
Every time she examined Mu Liang's shoulder wound, she could see incredible changes, and her medical concepts were constantly overturned.
Moreover, all signs indicate that Mu Liang had actually woken up a long time ago, but had not communicated with them.
For example, the mattress that Wei Na prepared for Mu Liang was always very clean, and the bathroom next to the medical room used much more water than usual.
Dr. Wei Na did not expose Mu Liang's trick.
She was waiting for Mu Liang to take the initiative to talk to her, like a hero who had just saved the world, and show her his mysterious charm.
Wei Na really likes this feeling of waiting, which gives her a rare sense of anticipation in the daily routine of the fortress that repeats itself over and over again and has lost all novelty.
Today is the sixth day after the ambush in the City of Joy.
Wei Na finished her shift at the district medical room on time, went back to her residence first, took a shower, washed her hair, spent half an hour applying simple makeup on her face, changed into a black silk maid outfit, and covered everything up with a white coat.
'Will he wake up today?'
Wei Na pursed her red lips in front of the mirror, stepped on her high heels, hummed the latest popular radio song, and rushed to the medical center.
After turning several street corners and walking into the central circular garden, Wei Na's pace gradually slowed down.
She frowned as she looked at the somewhat crowded entrance to the medical center.
A dozen security team members in light blue uniforms and six or seven soldiers in camouflage uniforms formed two overlapping lines of defense, blocking the only entrance and exit here.
Two middle-aged men in brown windbreakers were negotiating with members of the security team.
Wei Na strolled forward and heard their quarrel from a distance.
"We, the Thirteenth Biological Research Institute, have the right to obtain all data on human samples. This is a right written into the War Zone Act!"
"You won't let us in? Why won't you let us in?! Call your captain over!"
"We suspect there are psychics here! Get out of the way! The security team is rubbish! Do you think the Purge Team is so great? Don't make me go straight to your boss!"
The two middle-aged men were shouting.
The two security team members who negotiated with them just smiled and shook their heads, showing amazing manners.
One of the team members' eyes lit up and he said hurriedly, "Doctor Wei Na, you are here? Please come in."
The man in the windbreaker next to him immediately shouted, "How can she get in?"
"Because I'm a doctor," Wei Na said softly.
She took out her name badge from her white coat and hung it below her collar, then winked at the two of them.
"This is a medical center, not the Thirteenth Institute's research center. Do you know the most basic cold medicines?"
"What do you mean!"
"Don't disturb my patients' rest. Medical research shows that the louder a man is, the less confident he is in his masculinity."
Wei Na threw a coquettish glance at him and walked through the defense line with ease.
But she soon discovered that the atmosphere here was a bit solemn.
"Doctor Wei Na," a soldier captain said in a deep voice, "Captain Zhou is waiting for you in that ward."
"Oh? He's awake?" Wei Na couldn't help but quicken her pace.
However, when she pushed open the door of the ward and saw the empty bed outside and Zhou Zhengde sitting in the window chair with his forehead covered in thought, she immediately stepped forward and lifted the curtain hanging in the middle of the bed.
On another bed behind the curtain;
Lan Yuzai, who was wearing a hospital gown and sipping a bag of nutritious rice porridge, shivered with fear.
The middle-aged woman who was forced to wear noise-canceling headphones and was feeding Lan Yuzai hurriedly said:
"Doctor! My son suddenly woke up! Do you want to check him out?"
This aunt is Lan Yuzai's mother, an ordinary woman who has worked for Fortress for 30 years. She comes to take care of Lan Yuzai after work every day.
Her movements were restricted here, and she could only wear a pair of thick headphones to ensure that she would not hear any information.
"Where's Mu Liang?"
Wei Na's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and she turned to look at Zhou Zhengde who was sitting next to her:
"You hid him? Because the people from the Thirteenth Institute came looking for us?"
"No."
Zhou Zhengde sighed and smiled bitterly:
"He's amazing, as if he can predict danger in advance. The Thirteenth Institute came to our door half an hour ago. Two hours ago, I received a report from the medical center saying that the doctor who was doing rounds in the afternoon discovered that a patient named Mu Liang was missing.
"And then…he left this."
Zhou Zhengde took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, on which were lines of flamboyant handwriting.
Wei Na took it and looked at it for a few seconds, then frowned tightly: "I know every word, but why can't I read it?"
"You have to read it vertically, from right to left. There are two arrows marked on it. I have to say, although the characters are not pretty, I always feel a sense of power penetrating the back of the paper..."
"Thank you both for your help. I am fine now..."
Wei Na read it out loud.
[Thank you both for your help. I am now fine.
The Black Fire Gang has committed numerous crimes and taken human lives lightly. They are extremely evil and deserve to be destroyed. The matter has not yet been settled, and I need to break this cause and effect. Captain Zhou has many restrictions, but I have no scruples.
Later, I will leave the lower city incognito, deal with the Black Fire Gang, and make sure there are no remnants. Then I will return to the thirteenth floor to recuperate, and then I will thank you two in person.
To express my gratitude, I left three talismans for you two. Burn them with fire and mix the ashes with rice soup and drink them. It can relieve Captain Zhou's old leg injury and regulate Doctor Wei Na's blood circulation problem.
There is no need to look further. I will also be careful about the matter of the Thirteenth Institute.
In addition, I used medical paper to make a simple "Finger-snapping Magic" practice method and gave it to Lan.
In addition, I took some potions to the downtown area for exchange, and my general quota was directly deducted according to the value of the potions.
Respectfully submitted by Mu Liang. 】
Wei Na felt a strong sense of loss, and she asked softly:
"He...how did he do it? Where's the surveillance system? Can it find any trace of him?"
"I just saw a vague shadow. He said he would come back. I will arrange for a trustworthy person to pretend to be him here later."
Zhou Zhengde raised his hand and rubbed his brows, then picked up the water cup beside him, which contained some...
Rice soup mixed with ashes.
"Come try this."
Wei Na immediately looked disgusted: "What is this?"
"According to Mu Liang's suggestion, I used two of the three talismans and asked my acquaintance to do research and analysis on the other one later."
Zhou Zhengde said with emotion:
“It really works! It took effect in just half an hour! My legs don’t hurt anymore!
“I was scratched by the supersonic fragments fired by the Blade Beast, and it has left a root of injury. Now is the first time I feel so relaxed!
"I now suspect that Rotten Fish was also saved by him. Mu Liang is truly incredible!"
"real or fake?"
Wei Na frowned and took the cup of water:
"I always feel like you're insulting my professionalism."
She pinched her nose, took two sips, gritted her teeth and swallowed it in one gulp.
No response at this time.
Lan Yuzai's weak voice suddenly came from the side: "Um, um, didn't you say that you left me a method to practice the Finger Flicking Divine Art? Can I take a look at it, two big guys?"
Zhou Zhengde stood up energetically, grimacing in pain as the wound in his abdomen became painful.
He smiled gently at the middle-aged woman, arranged several medical prescriptions in order, placed them on the small table in front of Lan Yuzai, and sighed:
"You won't like it, trust me."
Lan Yuzai blinked and looked at the four words with excitement.
【Finger-snapping magic】!
1. If you want to practice this skill, you need to train your finger strength first. Please do one-finger Zen training every day.
One-finger push-ups 30 times;
One-finger Zen horizontal bar 30 times;
One finger Zen load thirty times;
Second, the improvement of finger strength also requires the use of strength, in order to ensure the accuracy of finger snapping...
Some simple drawings are also thoughtfully drawn on these papers.
But as Lan Yuzai was laughing, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
He silently raised his left and right arms. Only the part above the elbow was left of his left arm, while more of his right forearm was preserved, with the part above the wrist still intact.
Lan Yuzai looked at the papers, then at his bandaged joints, then at the papers, then at his bandaged bare arm joints...
"Gan!"
……
About twenty-eight hours later.
The 49th floor of the fortress.
In the northwest corner of the 'City of Resurrection', an area controlled by the Black Fire Gang, in front of the door of a smoky bar.
Wang Jixuan looked up at the Black Fire Gang logo on the bar sign, pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, and pushed open the glass door seemingly with his bare hands.
"I want a pot of Biluochun."
(End of this chapter)