“OK！ I know it's urgent, but you'll have to let me recall it and think about what is written in the book. Find a way to do something first and buy me some time to think! Being yelled at by Wu Liang like this, Menqi, who had a bit of a pungent temperament, blew up on the spot, saying that the old lady is not a computer, and you can retrieve relevant content by entering a keyword, if you don't want to wait, you can go by yourself!

Hearing you say that, it feels quite reasonable!

Wu Liang, who was a little panicked because of the unknown, was calmed down by Menqi's training, and asked the three of them to concentrate on firing nianqi bullets at the human bone piano to slow down the accumulation of their own "resentment" and buy time for Menqi to think about the enemy's strategy.

Although the Nian Qi bullet will be eroded and melted away before it penetrates the protective layer of "resentment", it does consume a trace of resentment in the process of counteracting the penetration of the bullet, and the ratio of consumption between the two sides is almost three points of "Nian Qi" and one point of "resentment". Although a single bullet can't see any effect, the effect of four people shooting at the same time is obvious, and the growth rate of the "resentment" covered on the piano is almost stagnant, and even a little beyond the means.

Thanks to the previous three years of retreat-type cultivation on Whale Island, he had stored a large number of Nian Qi bullets, (the number was almost sixty percent of the ammunition in Wu Liang's space, and the rest were left for low-value ordinary targets!) Otherwise, according to the current consumption rate of at least 200 rounds per minute (of all calibers), Wu Liang would be distressed to death, but for now, in order to buy some more time, he can only ignore the consumption.

In an instant, thousands of bullets were swept out, and the falling bullet casings covered the ground where Wu Liang and the others were, and it was easy for the handsome people to turn over on their backs if they accidentally stepped on them, and the gunfire when the bullets were fired had completely suppressed the sound of the piano playing.

"Hey! Hey! I remembered that I had seen a description of resentment in a book on religious rituals, which basically meant that when there were too many dead beings in a certain place or near a certain object, resentment would naturally arise, but this resentment did not have any direct lethality, at most it made people feel weak and powerless, and if the killing stopped, the resentment would gradually dissipate. Only after the resentment has formed is still different and repeats the killing process in the same place, until the resentment has gathered to a certain extent, there is a strong resentment or reluctance (e.g., killing the prey or killing the lactating female!). The soul of the soul will be used as an introduction to the situation in front of us. It seems that the rumors of the Black Sabbath Order performing slaughtering sacrifices are true! Menqi, who was dizzy by the deafening gunshots, finally remembered, crawled to Wu Liang's ear, pulled off the silenced earmuffs, and yelled at him.

"What I want to know is not the cause of the resentment, but how to get rid of this disgusting thing like kraft candy, do you want me to grind it clean little by little with a bullet?" Although Menqi explained to him the cause of his resentment, Wu Liang didn't hear any useful information about the elimination of this disgusting thing, and couldn't help but ask: "Now that the song has stopped, is that lump of kraft candy going to make a big move, or is there nothing else to be done?" This is to count on me to grind this ghost thing with bullets, at least until tomorrow morning (ten hours), don't expect me to have so many mental qi bullet reserves (in fact, there are, but that is more than thirty percent of the current inventory, Wu Liang doesn't want to lose so much and doesn't want to expose his storage capacity!) Ahh ”

"It is recorded in the book that as long as the object of resentment is destroyed, the resentment should be able to dissipate on its own, right, aim at the bones in front of the piano, and try to attack with fire!" As a food hunter, Menqi doesn't have much interest in religious books, so when he first read it, it was just to pass the time, and now when it comes to the end of the matter, he can remember it and probably have an excellent memory, as for the rest of the content, he can only rely on Meng!

"Probably? Are you sure you're not talking nonsense? Hearing such an ambiguous answer, Wu Liang was so stunned that he even stopped shooting in his hand, and stared at Menqi, who felt a little weak-hearted.

"It's just a try, you don't have any effective way anyway, do you?" Although he knew that his plan was too crude, (just a little better than Wu Liang's plan to explode as art!) But Menqi still had some hope for this, and was questioned by Wu Liang and still said hard.

The plan proposed by Menqi was so sloppy that Wu Liang was overwhelmed, and couldn't help but complain: "Faint to death!" How do you think of a guy like you as a one-star hunter, and do the censors choose people based on cup size? ”

Hearing that Wu Liang was using his majestic and most proud chest as a slot, Menqi directly punched Wu Liang in the armpit, and the wicked person complained to Reiko Sakura and Tsumiko Poison Island first: "Hey! Pervert, do you still have thoughts in such an emergency? You don't care about the two of you? ”

"Don't make any noise, let's attack the ghost priest in front of the fire piano with the greatest amount of mental energy, and try it, counting down to nine, eight, seven, six...... Max Round Attack Begins! Sakura, who was overwhelmed, stepped forward to interrupt the farce between the two, and issued an order to attack in place of Wu Liang.

As the countdown ended, Wu Liang, Sakura, Poison Island and Alice switched their weapons to the most powerful one at the same time, three M2 heavy machine guns and a 'door' 25 mm caliber sniper aimed at the corpse of the red-clothed priest and began to attack with concentrated fire, and the "resentment" that had stopped growing was like a ball of pudding that was beaten under the repeated gunfire.

The "grievance" group gradually formed a gap under the impact of the bullets, just like the pudding was bitten by someone, and the "grievance" blocking the corpse of the red-clothed priest was only a thin layer, as if the next bullet could penetrate it, but a dozen bullets hit it in succession but could not advance an inch.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and chop up that pile of!" Seeing that the long-term attack was fruitless, Wu Liang couldn't help but shout to Menqi, who was standing aside waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

Six long, narrow and sharp Nianqi kitchen knives were thrown out by Menqi with Wu Liang's shout, spinning and slashing through the protective film of "resentment" that had been stretched to the extreme, and cutting the body of the red-clothed priest into a pile of broken bones.

"I'll find the right opportunity myself, I don't need you to ...... much!"