The low air absorbed the impact of the collision like a sponge absorbing moisture, and Teng Yunshen quietly crashed into the locker. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Winter's voice was looking for him. He couldn't see it, but thought it had some shape, and it was dull and fast. Putting these descriptions on top of a voice is not like the idea that pops out of a normal person's head, it's crazy...... Art. However, everything that happened for most of the day was crazy.

Teng Yunshen was almost numb, and he was not surprised. If Bigfoot dies like this, he will be sad for this short-lived friend, Bigfoot sacrificed his life to save him, even if it is only a knee-jerk action, it is worth remembering in his heart. He doesn't tremble with excitement, though. He has experienced too many deaths.

Besides, Bigfoot seems to be alive. His eyes were motionless, but glowing with a frozen light.

Teng Yunshen gasped in shock. The sound was still ringing, just nearby, like a snake crawling through it. Teng Yunshen clenched his fists silently. He clung to the locker behind him, feeling protected. Some kind of magic field protects the locker and everything that comes close to it.

The sound didn't freeze the entire large room. It attacked Bigfoot with lightning speed, but ignored Teng Yunshen not far away, it was obvious that it was a blind man.

Teng Yunshen tiptoed towards Big Foot and lightly touched the other party. He touched a solid cold, bitterly cold.

The sound was gone for a while, and then it swam back again. Its steps, its crawling, it's like a poisonous snake hanging from a branch, just a stone's throw from the back of your neck. You can't find it, and what's worse is that you know it's lurking nearby, ready to move, and you're so scared that you can't move your feet.

His heart was beating unhurriedly in Teng Yunshen's chest. Of course, he was nervous and scared, but he had seen the big scenes, withstood the test, and persevered. He forced himself to remain calm, and then began to think. Thinking is always beneficial, especially when it's not appropriate to act rashly, and thinking is often better than foolish attempts.

He stepped back and reattached the locker.

Teng Yunshen needed weapons. The attack happened, and it didn't make much sense to investigate the reasons behind it, that was the problem that the surviving people had to solve, and it was not easy to survive.

He put his fingers in his coat pocket and slowly reached for the package. He felt that the voice was a blind man, and that blind people often had a keen sense of hearing. So, it's better for him not to make too much noise. He held his breath and opened the starter pack.

If you've played an online game, you should know that you can't expect too much from a free starter pack...... Most of the time, however, what Bigfoot gave him was quite suitable for the current situation.

Teng Yunshen took out a delicate pistol, then bent down and gently placed the wrapping paper and the empty box at his feet.

He didn't know anything about weapons, whether swords or guns, except that they were pistols for wizards and should come in handy.

Just today, two wizards were almost killed by mortals using firearms, and this is the power of technology. Magic is a mystical art, but it is also a technology that operates in another form, and technology is always changing. Technology replaces magic, and technology strengthens magic. Teng Yunshen had just touched the magic, but he had already realized its antiquity.

Almost everything happened in just half a day. He had never experienced such a thrilling twelve hours. Everything happens quickly, but incredibly long. Again and again he was close to death, very, very close...... In the end, he blamed death on others.

Teng Yunshen tried to open the safety of the pistol. He doesn't know anything about the principles and structure of insurance, but in the novel, the writers go out of their way to explain whether the gunman opened the insurance. They don't expect to cheat money by describing the location, shape, size, and color of the insurance to increase the word count, but they still enjoy the simple process. Some details that are easy to overlook make the text more professional and believable, and can be a great way to create a good atmosphere or drama before the start of a battle.

He knew that firearms had to be safed before they could be used, and wizards wouldn't always put pistols in their packages that might go off.

Teng Yunshen found another conspicuous movable part besides the trigger, the knob. He pushed it, toward the sign of danger. Click. The slight sound of collision echoed through the small metalwork.

He was convinced that he had done the right thing. The pistol was slightly hot, and a solid connection was established between him and it. The safety closes the performance of the pistol, and he closes the insurance, thus unlocking the performance of the pistol.

The sound is sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Teng Yunshen waited patiently. He couldn't do anything about Bigfoot's condition. All he could do was smash the crystal clear sound to pieces. That's how it is written in the story, killing a wizard or something else that works magic can save the victim from the curse.

He thinks the metaphor of "crystal clear" is good. He still hasn't been able to find the exact location of the sound, but that doesn't stop him from tracing the full picture of the sound.

He couldn't restrain the evening breeze with the imagery of a moonlight butterfly, because it was a phenomenon that the spirits of the First World dwelt in the air, and he couldn't understand the supernatural mysteries. However, the sounds he perceived were different, and even though timbre and temperature had a wonderful connection under the pull of magic, they were still purely natural properties when viewed separately.

Teng Yunshen thought he could crush it. The sound scraped against the silent locker like frost creaking under your feet. He fantasized about what it was like to walk on the snow, ready to catch that terrifying sound......

Suddenly, another voice burst into his ears.

Someone is approaching. Teng Yunshen raised his arm and pointed forward. The man who comes walks casually, he is not afraid of the sound, he drives the voice, he is the enemy.

The spells placed on the lockers effectively shielded the wizard's sense of reaching out in all directions. The wizard knew this, but he was convinced of the sheer power of the sound. He saw the big feet frozen into ice sculptures. It was a rather seasoned wizard, but he was still vulnerable to voices.

The wizard walked into Teng Yunshen's range, unaware that he had been locked. Teng Yunshen dragged the sleeve and then pulled the trigger.

It was only at this moment that he remembered that he had not yet confirmed whether the bullet was in the magazine.