Looking at the wind weasel in the field, bowing its body and posing like a beast, in a threatening posture, the middle-aged man's mind became more and more depressed.

Sweat appeared on his forehead, and the shirt wrapped in the suit became damp as if it had been beaten by water.

It can be seen how much pressure he is under at this moment!

But there's no way around it. After all, people in the public door or something, although they are also special personnel, but in the end they are still ordinary people. At most, there are some more special places than real ordinary people - being able to see abnormal existences, or perceiving something abnormal!

To put it bluntly, it is a person who has awakened the eyes of yin and yang or has an inspired physique. As for existences like Qin and Qing who accepted the most traditional formal priestly practice...... Can't say not at all, but not much!

After all, the reality is there-it's already a modern society, although the inheritance is still there, but it's still two to say how much is left, not to mention, not everyone can endure boring training and study, and train themselves to become a qualified priest or onmyoji.

Not to mention that the actual environment is still so big - the entire island country, if you completely rely on the inheritors, it is estimated that they will not be able to take care of them even if they are exhausted.

Therefore, the only way that the top management can think of is to absorb ordinary people, absorb the best of them from the police, the army, and even young people, and then carry out targeted training and arming, and suppress the supernatural existence of the entire society through crowd tactics to maintain the basic stability of society.

Therefore, although the people in the public gate are special people, they may not be stronger than ordinary people when facing fierce demon beasts!

Not running away immediately was enough to be worthy of his profession and identity.

"Is this the quality of a public person now? It doesn't feel very strong. Yue'er, who was hidden in the shadows and did not leave immediately after the arrival of the public gate, muttered in a voice that only she could hear.

Anyway, from her point of view, there is a big gap between the current public door and the onmyoji in the yin-yang liao in her memory, except for the relatively novel props in her hand, even the shikiren in the yin-yang liao - that is, the living people who have signed a contract with the onmyoji.

Yes, whether it is a priest or an onmyoji, their so-called Shikigami does not simply refer to non-human creatures, monsters and elves, but also to living people who have sold themselves to the Onmyoji!

Anyway, life was not easy in that era, and it was better to live a good life with an onmyoji than to always live at the bottom of society and not know when I would starve to death.

Therefore, Shiren or something was also quite a sought-after job in the various shogunate periods, and many ambitious low-level personnel were willing to give their lives for it, which is completely incomparable with now.

……

The middle-aged man didn't dare to move, staring cautiously at the weasel, while hoping that his teammates and support would arrive as soon as possible.

It's just a pity that the weasel didn't have the idea of accompanying him to consume it, and his body was longitudinal, and it shot towards the middle-aged man like a black shadow.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped to the side without thinking.

Anyway, you can't catch the other party's traces, so it's up to your luck.

Not to mention, luck is not bad!

Although he couldn't completely escape the attack of the weasel and remained intact, it only paid for the result of his arm being torn off a piece of flesh! Compared to the whole person being pierced or seriously injured by a weasel, it is not known how many times stronger.

And the middle-aged man who escaped the death attack didn't care about his seriously injured arm, as well as the blood gushing out, without pause, quickly rolled on the ground again, dodging the second attack that the weasel might launch, and then took out a black short stick from his waist that resembled a palm***, with countless protruding points on the surface, and threw it away, the protruding point on the entire short stick shot out in the air, changed the path of the flying shot halfway, and pursued the running weasel like hundreds of arrows like rain.

The Weasel dodge, which can be regarded as temporarily giving the middle-aged man some respite, giving him a chance to deal with his wounds or use other strange props to continue the pursuit of the Weasel.

As for the man, he really lived up to his status as the captain of the squad, and after getting a chance to breathe, he didn't pay any attention to the idea of the wound, but once again took out a prop similar to a card gun from his waist, chased the black shadow, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In an instant, four or five strange discs like weights shot out, and followed behind the Weasel along with the protruding points that flew out of the clubs.

"It's tough." Seeing that the two tracking weapons designed for demonic aura in a row were ineffective, the middle-aged man frowned, and whispered in a solemn voice.

"Mitsui, Kitahara, how long do you have to get to the scene?" Then, the middle-aged man asked in the headphones.

"Right now!"

"Don't enter right away when you come, put a quarantine barrier around you first! The enemy is the Weasel Templ, and with the equipment we are carrying, it is difficult to effectively suppress it. The middle-aged man said to his team members in the headset while staring at the weasel running and dodging to avoid its sudden attack and protect his own life.

"Yes!"

"What are you going to do, Captain?"

"I'll try to hold it out here until you finish arranging the barrier, or the master of the Great Divine Palace arrives."

"Then, Captain, be careful!"

"I know, go get to work."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man ended the call, and then he took out a spray bottle and sprayed it at his arm for a few seconds......

Sure enough, the blood quickly coagulated, except that it was more hideous and terrifying without bandaging, it was basically no longer bleeding, interfering with the middle-aged man's movements.

……

"This won't work, it will affect Heqing and Hui's date, and I'm also looking forward to the effect of those two items, forget it, let's help him again." Hiding in the dark and watching for a long time, he still didn't see the middle-aged man flatten his mouth and muttered in a low voice.

Then he didn't say anything, and directly knotted his hands and formed a magic seal-

"His, Big, T

Immovable gold bondage.

Suddenly, an invisible power descended from the void and pressed down on the running Weasel like a mountain.

"Squeak!!"

Then the weasel spread its limbs, its body pressed tightly against the ground, and its face twisted into a high-pitched hissing sound.

But what is even more dangerous is that the protrusions and discs that follow it are immediately followed by it, and the next moment it is suppressed, they shoot quickly into the body of the weasel, and the protrusion point does not enter the body of the weasel as if it is a real arrow, and before it can cause any effect, the four or five discs are closely followed by the weasel's body, and the surface flashes with a flash of light, and a power grid envelops it.

"Crackling ......"

"Squeak Squeak Squeak!!"

The weasel screamed.

But before it could stop, the sound of a terrible explosion reverberated from its body.

"Boom!"