The Fourth Calamity

After Satoshi's arm was repaired, the two set off to the newly bought site by the protagonist of the Demon Slayer Squad. At the same time, Yin's headquarters was also relocated here, and this will also be the base for all Yin's training in the future.

The place bought by Ubuyashiki is quite large, and has been divided into various training grounds with different terrain and landforms according to the requirements of the candle, including hills, plains, hills, woods and small towns, and of course there is a special indoor shooting range. While walking around, Feng Zhu lamented that the Ghost Killing Squad is really rich.

When he was visiting here, he had already attracted the attention of the resident staff. From time to time, a few hidden members would put down their work and come to him with bright eyes to say hello instructor. Of course, there were also people who deliberately avoided him.

Obviously, there is only one part of Hikari who is hungry for power, and the other part is someone who is afraid of fighting ghosts.

Feng Zhu didn't care, he didn't plan to train all people from the beginning, and not everyone has the consciousness to fight ghosts.

Yin's work occupies a large part of the daily maintenance of the Ghost Killing Team. It is impossible to stop training with him for such a long time at once. His plan is to come in batches and form different batches according to the order of registration.

The rest of the people who don't sign up can feel at ease as logistics staff.

On the first day of training, Feng Zhu led Satu into the training ground.

There are only a few hundred official swordsmen in the Ghost Killing Team, and the number of hidden swordsmen far exceeds that of nearly 1000. This also proves how difficult it is to have the talent of breathing.

Although some people here chose to flee to the backup position because they could not bear the pressure of fighting ghosts, but most of them were people who yearned for power and revenge.

Feng Zhu stood on the high platform and looked down, couldn't help revealing dead fish eyes: "Why are you still wearing your masks and taking off your masks, how can I know who you are who is who is covering your face?"

The hidden members took off their masks uncomfortably.

Facing the longing gazes below, Feng Zhu smiled slightly: "Then the training will officially begin today. The training plan is like this. First, let's start learning primary school mathematics. Well, let's start with the nine-nine multiplication table."

Hidden members: ?

Sato:?

"Then start studying middle school mathematics, middle school physics, firearms structure..."

A hidden member below asked hesitantly: "Didn't you... come to learn how to use new weapons?"

"Of course, but..." A sneer appeared on the corner of Feng Zhu's mouth, "Who told you that sniping is not a science anymore, especially for long-distance sniping, humidity, wind direction, temperature, and wind force all need to be accurately calculated. With a talent like Junichiro Sato?"

Junichiro Sato in the team immediately received a lot of attention, and their eyes were full of envy and hatred.

"Of course, even if you are talented, you need calculation assistance after the distance reaches more than 1000 meters, so if you want to become stronger, you can study hard for me." Feng Zhu showed a mocking look, "Or, you scum Did you give up when you heard that you needed to study and work hard? Use 'Ahhh~ this can't be helped, after all, I don't have talent' as an excuse to paralyze yourself?"

"Well, even if there are such guys, no one will blame you if you give up like this. If you want to give up, go out and do your work with peace of mind. Don't even think about picking up weapons and fighting ghosts."

Everyone was quiet for a second, and a shout came from the crowd: "We don't want to give up!"

"Huh~ That's true." Feng Zhu raised the corners of his mouth, "Then line up and come to me to get your textbooks. From now on, you all do your homework in the morning and study in the afternoon and evening. I will give you homework every day. , Let me first talk about the Spartan education I believe in, those who can't keep up will be ruthlessly kicked out of the team."

"Yes!!"

After assigning the study tasks and receiving the teaching materials, Feng Zhu left the training ground satisfied, with Xitu behind him, hesitant to speak.

"Zhufeng, is this really good? Can you defeat ghosts by studying? Don't you need to hurry up and practice shooting?" Saito was a little worried.

"Huh? Of course you have to learn. If they don't understand what a gun is, how are they going to shoot?" Feng Zhu looked back unhappily, thinking, "That's right, none of you have received education, so you don't know The truth that knowledge is power, oh yes!"

Sabito suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Almost forgot, you joined my Scientology, right?" Feng Zhu's mouth turned up, "As a member of my teaching, how can you never even go to school? Ignorance is the most unforgivable thing!"

Satoshi smiled wryly and waved his hand: "But I'm not a sniper."

"Huh?" Feng Zhu's expression gradually became dangerous.

"……I see."

Feng Zhu patted Satu's shoulder in relief: "From tomorrow onwards, you can study with Yin's members, I will check your progress, don't be lazy."

After that, Feng Zhu quickly fell into a busy job. In addition to teaching knowledge and answering their questions, he also had to produce a large amount of ammunition for training. The sleep time was greatly reduced, and he was short of living in the laboratory with dark circles every day. .

There's no way around that. Currently, no one else can make firearms and bullets, and it's impossible to open a factory to produce bullets. Why...

Opening a factory to make arms without authorization, are you planning to rebel?

The current Ghost Killing Squad is still a non-governmental organization, and they can barely hold a knife, and they have to hide the knife in public to avoid being caught at the police station.

Now Yuya Ubuyashiki is still working hard to communicate with the higher authorities, but the result is still unknown.Naturally, it is impossible to start making guns without authorization.

But it's not possible now, but it doesn't mean it won't be possible in the future. Feng Zhu is not worried about this aspect. In his opinion, the permission to hold guns and make guns will be released after the plot starts at the longest.

It's very simple, that time is also the time for the public beta of the player's Ghost Slayer map.

After playing the game for so long and having opened so many maps, he has long since discovered that no matter what the map is, as long as players participate, the scale of the battle will definitely expand.

Even if it is a small map, the number of participants in the main line is limited, and there will be at least a few thousand players. The number of thousands depends on the arrangement of the system.

Think about it, the number of ghosts has increased by one or two thousand, let alone those nobles who are afraid of death, the upper echelons are probably terrified, and there is a high possibility that they will give the green light to the ghost killing team.

Before that, he must complete his layout, so that the Ghost Killing Team can become the dominant side before the situation becomes completely chaotic...

Thinking about whether there was something or nothing, Feng Zhu kept moving his hands, and the assembly of the pistol could be completed in a few seconds under the condition of ensuring sufficient parts.

The parts are outsourced to other manufacturers. Because they are disassembled very small and scattered, it is difficult for ordinary people to guess what they are for, but there is no way to assemble them. Sealing candles is a pity. The kind of assembly tool people who don't need money.

Of course, his level has also increased rapidly during the rapid assembly, but since this kind of firearms and bullets are not strictly considered equipment, the experience he can gain is limited, but even so, it is enough to raise the candle by several levels.

Staying in the laboratory for several days in a row, Feng Zhu started to assemble a new subject (death).

As we all know, hp is equal to the blood bar, and mp is equal to the energy bar, so what will happen if the energy bar is cleared on him?

He was curious.

With an inquiring mind, Feng Zhu stayed up for a few days and nights. Seeing that the mp dropped below 10%, his eyes went dark.

After waking up again, Feng Zhu subconsciously muttered: "So, excessive consumption of MP will lead to fainting, so if you calculate it to zero, you may die from overwork?"

"...Death from overwork?" Sato who was waiting by the side felt as if he had heard some bad words, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You heard me wrong, what I said was that I was actually doing an experiment." Feng Zhu felt a little headache looking at his dangerous expression.

Sato chuckled: "Do you think I believe it?"

"I don't seem to believe it." Feng Zhu laughed dryly, and suddenly remembered something, "Wait, I have been busy with experiments these days and have no time to manage your study progress. What have you learned? Have you finished your homework?"

Sabito: "...would you believe me if I said I finished my studies?"

Feng Zhu chuckled: "The look in your eyes at this moment is like that of a student who said that his summer homework was burned in a fire when he finished collecting his homework during the summer vacation. Do you think I believe it?"

The two looked at each other, laughed out loud, Feng Zhu: "Okay, it's even, but I'll still check your progress later on."

Satoshi nodded helplessly: "Then can I ask you a question?"

"Come on, I can answer both physics and mathematics."

"It's not about learning." Sato smiled wryly, "What are you so anxious about?"

Feng Zhu was taken aback.

"I've vaguely felt it since I was in Butterfly House." Sato said softly, "As if being chased by someone, I don't even care about my body, I'm desperately immersed in research, where does this sense of crisis come from? "

Certainly the players who are coming soon.

Feng Zhu couldn't say it.

Judging from the information on the player forums and the map, Feng Zhu was faintly worried.

Without the factor loading of comics, judging from the potential and performance of both parties, there is no doubt that the bloodline of ghosts will dominate the mainstream, and players should naturally choose stronger and rarer bloodlines or professions.

It can't be their fault. If Feng Zhu hadn't read the comics and didn't have the bonus of feelings, he would probably choose the ghost.

In the worst case, the number of players in the ghost and ghost killing team camps will be extremely polarized.After all, this is not a comic, and no one can guarantee that the protagonist group will win in the end.

But he still chose the side of the Ghost Killing Squad, which can be regarded as making up for the shortcomings of his childhood. Simply put, he had a grievance, so he planned to complete a happy ending by himself.

Feng Zhu doesn't really care about doubts. The scientific community has never lacked doubts. What's more, the ghost killing team has always aimed to protect ordinary people. Suddenly letting ordinary people enter the battlefield of killing ghosts will definitely cause conflicts.

Of course, his standing on the side of the ghost killing team is not entirely out of selfishness. There is also a GM mission. The feature of this map is the hunting of swordsmen and ghosts. It is obviously unrealistic to establish a force and start again. How can it be within a reasonable range? Making the game fun is also something to consider.

Obviously, there was no way to explain these two points to Sato, so Feng Zhu could only keep silent.

"...Can't you say it?" Satoshi was a little discouraged, and smiled wryly, "I understand."

Just understand.

Feng Zhu heaved a sigh of relief.

Master Zhufeng must be too kind, and he wanted to expel the evil spirits as soon as possible, so he forced himself like this.

Sato stared at him seriously, carefully, as if wanting to imprint him in his heart, the mist gathered in his eyes dissipated, like a polished gem exuding a more outstanding color, his handsome face was full of determination.

"Mr. Candlewind, please allow me to hunt ghosts."

Why did it become an honorific again?And he always felt that Satu's eyes were more loving, why is that?Where did he think of going?

Feng Zhu complained silently, and pulled up the quilt a little: "You can go as long as you want, and I haven't restricted your range of activities. I'm safe here, so don't worry about me."

Sato pursed his lips: "If I'm not here, no one will supervise you to eat, no one will supervise you to sleep on time, and you will still pass out like this."

... Are you an old lady? !

From Feng Zhu's point of view, the debuff of exhaustion is something that a bottle of energy potion can solve. It's just staying up late. Which young people don't stay up late?He fainted just as an experiment, now that he knows that he will faint when the mp falls below 10%, then he will pay more attention to this limit in the future.

He still cherishes life, Odasaku and the others are still waiting for him to go back.

Unfortunately, the excuse of experiment obviously cannot convince Sato.Because of the embarrassing accidents in which Feng Zhu was raided by Satu and caught several times when he worked quietly every night, he had already lost his credibility with Satu.

"When I haven't come back, I will call one of my junior sisters to come over to supervise you. Please cherish your body, don't overwork yourself, eat and sleep on time, go out to bask in the sun more every day, and exercise more..." Maybe He was about to leave soon, and when Satu opened his mouth, he was rambunctious like an old lady, and couldn't stop.

Feng Zhu, who was lying dead on the bed, gradually lost his eyes, and automatically filtered out the words he didn't want to hear.

Before someone got completely impatient, Sato shut up angrily and sighed: "I will be back as soon as possible."

"Well, remember to come back early." Feng Zhu stared at Satu's mechanical hand with reluctant eyes.

Alas, it will be time to part with his most perfect work again, goodbye, G-Winter Soldier One.

Kaitu obviously misunderstood something, thinking that Feng Zhu was reluctant to leave him, so he couldn't help smiling, and promised again that he would come back as soon as possible.

"Well, remember to protect yourself." Hand.

"I'll be careful." Saito lowered his head and chuckled.

The next day, Sabito left the hidden base.

Sato chose to leave not because he yearned for freedom, but because he was touched by seeing Feng Zhu working so hard.I can't feel at ease watching this person busy every day, but I have nothing to do.

Then go kill ghosts, if you want to become stronger, let that person just stay in a safe place and study, and he will erase all dangers for him.

Sabito's left hand held the wrist of the mechanical arm, feeling the cold touch, and secretly made up his mind to regain the progress of these lost years in the fastest way.

The girl whom Sato called her younger sister appeared at the door of Yin's headquarters the next day, and then Yin's people naturally led her in, brought her to the door of the laboratory, and whispered: "Lord Feng Zhu is inside. Do your research, keep your voice down when you knock on the door, it is normal if there is no response, you may need to wait at the door for a while."

Makoto nodded, stepped forward and tapped lightly.

Unexpectedly, the door opened quickly, and the person wearing the fire man mask stood at the door and looked at her in surprise: "You are?"

Zhenmo bent down a little awkwardly: "Hello, I am Zhenmo, who was entrusted by my senior brother. He should have told you about it before."

"Ah, I know." Of course Feng Zhu knew Zhenzhu, and he was surprised that the girl was still alive. After thinking about it, he and Satu both killed the hand ghost. It is only natural that the girl survived in the Mountain of Trials.

"You came at the right time. Help me call the first batch of people to the training ground to gather. They will be assembled within 5 minutes. Go." Feng Zhu said to the Yin member who brought Zhenmo over.

Yin's member: "Yes! I'll go right away!"

Feng Zhu nodded, then said to Zhenzhu: "Do you want to come and see?"

Zhenzhu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly nodded his head, looking forward to it.

She had heard from other swordsmen a long time ago that a new ghost-killing unit would be formed here, with new weapons to kill ghosts, which might make up for her lack of strength.

Feng Zhu and Zhenzhu walked to the training ground and were satisfied to see that Yin had assembled and arranged them neatly. After thinking about it, he took Junichiro Sato out and put them aside alone.

Sato wanted to cry but had no tears, his eyes were filled with fear like being called by a teacher.

"Then let's start now, recite the ninety-nine multiplication table, Sato will start first."

"One for one, one for two for two..."

Makoto's expression gradually became confused.

After everyone finished memorizing the books, Feng Zhu nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, this is the energy, keep it up, I will check from time to time in the future, start the test now, then bring out your paper and pens, and take the primary school math test!"

After checking Yin's learning progress, Feng Zhu looked at Zhenzhu, his eyes were full of kindness as a teacher: "Do you want to learn too?"

The girl's shoulders trembled, and she subconsciously looked at the people in the training ground who were buried in the test papers. The eyes that looked at her seemed to say, 'Run, this is hell'

Zhenmo was silent for a moment: "I think, I still..."

"Your senior brother Sato seems to have found a new type of inspiration from the knowledge of the three forms of water recently, and I don't know how the improvement has been. If you also learn it, maybe you can help him improve the breathing of water together. "

Zhenmo was silent for another moment: "Mr. Zhufeng, I want to learn."

"Well, very good." Feng Zhu smiled and touched Zhen Zhu's head, "By the way, I will prepare textbooks and test papers for you later."

"By the way, Sato told me that you don't seem to be very strong. I know a girl who is in the same situation as you. Maybe your paths are more similar." Feng Zhu told Zhenmo how Butterfly Ninja used poison. , "I can write you a letter of recommendation, but I can't guarantee that you will be suitable for Miss Butterfly's path."

Zhenzhu was stunned for a moment, and quickly bowed: "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, you're Satu's junior sister," Feng Zhu scratched his hair, "But if you really want to thank me, you can relax a little bit on 'guarding'..."

Zhen Zhu's eyes sharpened instantly: "No, this is the task my brother entrusted to me."

"Haha, that's right." Feng Zhu didn't have any hope, anyway, he didn't have any troublesome projects recently, so don't make it difficult for the little girl to watch him all day, it's better to go to bed early.

The third day when Sato left, and the second day when Mako came.

Tomioka Yoshiyong rushed into Yin's base in a hurry, and eagerly found Feng Zhu: "Someone told me that brother's arm has recovered, where is he?"

"I went out to hunt ghosts, so you only know." Feng Zhu slowly pointed out Sato's sniping skills.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki rarely had mood swings, clutching his half-red and half-checkered coat tightly, his hands were shaking.

Shaking hands is a big taboo for swordsmen.

Feng Zhu sighed: "Don't worry, the arm I made doesn't have any sequelae, and your senior brother's strength will continue to grow. If you don't believe me, you can ask the truth."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki immediately turned his head to look at his little junior sister.

Makoto lowered his head guiltily: "I have never seen Senior Brother Satu after his arm has recovered."

"... Well, anyway, just wait, he will be back soon."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki really stayed in Yin's headquarters for a few days, staring at Feng Zhu's back with inexplicable and persistent eyes every day, which made him unable to concentrate on research.

Fortunately, three days later, Sato returned safely, unscathed.

At the door, he saw Giyuu who heard the news and came out to greet him.

"Hey, Yiyong, why are you here?"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka stared closely at Satu's arm, and wordlessly drew his sword: "Let's fight."

Satoshi's smile gradually subsided, and he sighed: "I can't stand you, can't you explain everything simply and directly? Well, come to the training ground."

"I want to see your current strength." Tomioka Yoshiyuki said immediately.

"It's okay, just treat it as practicing with my junior brother."

Sabito didn't feel the slightest fatigue after performing the mission, and Yiyong still pulled him to the training ground.

Feng Zhu and Zhen Zhu arrived later and witnessed the battle.

Unexpectedly and within expectation, Sato won.

In fact, he could have used the function of the mechanical armor Feng Zhu made for him to decide the winner, but Sato was useless, he just held the knife in his right hand, and defeated him with strength comparable to Giyuu.

The knife was blown away, Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at his palm in a daze, and lowered his head.

There is a warm touch on the top of the head.

Sato rubbed his junior brother's head: "I'm fine, I've become stronger, you have to be stronger too."

"...Well." Tomioka Yoshiyuki clenched his fists tightly, even though he tried his best to endure, tears still fell from the corners of his eyes.

Feng Zhu tugged at the real mushroom and pointed it there with a confused look on his face.

If you lose, you lose, why are you still crying?

Zhenmo gestured for silence, looked over there, and said in a low voice: "Master told me that Brother Yiyong has always been very guilty, thinking that it was because he fainted when he faced a ghost for the first time, and it didn't help at all. He is too busy to be a member of the Ghost Killing Squad. And the genius Satu senior lost his arm, and his strength has regressed. He thinks it is his own fault, so he has been training himself desperately for the past few years...Senior Satu's hand has always been that of Brother Yiyong Knot."

Oh~ No wonder I sewed Satoshi’s jacket on the same side as in the original book. Does this mean to take his share and work hard together?

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at the duo openly discussing himself over there with a blank face. For the sharp-eyed Zhu, this kind of whispering was no different from talking face-to-face.

Feng Zhu looked back with a straight face, with his thick skin, he expected that if he felt embarrassed, he could go home, wash and sleep.

Unexpectedly, Tomioka Yoshiyuki bowed in his direction: "Thank you for saving senior brother back then, and for helping him restore his arm now."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, after all he is my bodyguard, of course I want to cover my people." Feng Zhu waved his hand.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki hesitated for a second when he heard the words, and said blankly: "Brother may not be your bodyguard anymore."

Feng Zhu looked puzzled: "Huh? Why?"

"He is better than me, so he should be the water column." Tomioka Yoshiyuki said seriously.

The author has something to say: On the feasibility of popularizing compulsory education in the Ghost Killing Squad