Once Su Huilan was out of sight, Qingmu said to the Boss Coal, "Fly over and take a look."
He didn't know why he only let the Crow fly over at this moment.
This time, the Boss Coal didn't say much, and flew away Guagua.
Petru, his eyes never leaving the scope, said, "You're really something, how did you train that bird?"
Qingmu said, "Believe it or not, I just put it in the bar, so it can not only talk, but also drink."
Petru smiled, a rare occurrence for him.
Su Huilan had already reached the lower half of the hillside.
Qingmu didn't know where those people were hiding in the woods at the foot of the mountain, because it was too far from where he was looking. However, he thought that if the people in the woods Mental Power, they were probably already clashing with Su Huilan's consciousness.
"Did you hit a man or a woman just now?" Qingmu suddenly asked.
"A man," Petru said.
Is he dead?
"Not sure. He was alert before he was shot and dodged slightly. The bullet hit his left chest, about two centimeters away from his heart. But I'm pretty sure the guy wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest."
"So, there's only one woman left?"
"And that guy who brought you up here, I know him, he's a native of the island, a rip-off of tourists. He's scared to death, lying in the woods! Judging from his lip movements, I bet he's calling out the name of God."
"What's the name of the god here?" Qingmu watched Su Huilan's slender figure slowly approach the forest, which was now only about a hundred meters away.
" Avaiki, Rongo, Gatanro, there are so many, who knows which one is their main god!" Petru said.
Qingmu knew that the beliefs of the various tribes in the archipelago would differ slightly. Perhaps thousands of years ago they all worshipped the same god, but time would slowly make everything unfamiliar and different.
He sensed the strange spiritual interference emanating from this magical Tapu, wondering who had created this miracle.
"You didn't seem to use a scope when you shot me?" Qingmu said.
Petru said, "The bullets buried under Tapu are magical; they can guide my Mental Power forward to lock onto targets. I thought this would help me kill enemies better, but after you came up, I realized that against people like you, ordinary bullets and scopes are probably still more effective."
Qingmu had to admire Petru's intuition and reaction; after only a simple and brief battle, he had summarized the advantages and disadvantages and made tactical adjustments.
So you're using regular bullets now?
"Yes."
"Your marksmanship is good."
"So-so."
"That's pretty good, considering the distance."
Su Huilan had reached the edge of the woods. From a distance, only her small back could be seen, like a figurine displayed in an anime shop. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and the rocks on Sun mountain, which had just been rained on, were covered in mist in the air. Crow became a small black dot, circled twice in the sky, and then disappeared into the branches of a tree in the woods.
Petru extended his left hand from under the butt of his rifle, fumbled around his waist for a moment, and pulled out a military telescope, handing it to Qingmu. His head and right hand, which was on the trigger, remained still, his eyes fixed on the scope. After Qingmu took the telescope, his left hand immediately returned to his chest, his elbow braced against the ground, his palm resting on the butt of the rifle to stabilize himself.
With the telescope, Qingmu could clearly see the scene below the hillside.
Su Huilan stopped when she reached the edge of the woods. In front of her were some low shrubs, and further ahead were several sturdy trees.
Qingmu saw Su Huilan standing there, her shoulders twitching, probably stroking the cat in her arms. A cat's tail emerged from under her armpit, curved behind her, and twisted, as if signaling to the people on the mountain.
Not long after, a person emerged from behind a tree in front.
She was a beautiful woman, with golden wavy hair, black sunglasses perched on her straight nose, and rose-colored lipstick on her lips. But her face was cold, and even from this distance, Qingmu could feel her murderous intent and anger.
Qingmu slowly adjusted the angle of his binoculars, lowering his field of vision to reveal the woman's full breasts and slender waist. Her thighs were thick, and her buttocks were muscular, conforming to Western aesthetic standards. However, Qingmu noticed that her drooping hands were covered in blood. It must have come from her wounded companion.
She and Su Huilan stood face to face. Because she was wearing sunglasses, Qingmu couldn't see her eyes through the binoculars and couldn't judge the state of their mental battle. However, her high chest was heaving quite a bit. To an ordinary person, she might look like she was angry, but Qingmu believed that it was the result of a mental struggle, like when a person encounters a nightmare while sleeping, deep breathing helps to concentrate on the mental struggle.
The two women stood facing each other, and no one knew what they had been through or what they were talking about.
Qingmu suddenly regretted not going down alone, or at least with Su Huilan. This kind of subconscious mental battle was completely uninvolvable from a distance; he could only wait for Su Huilan to tell him what he wanted to know.
Petru suddenly exclaimed, "That man is still alive!"
"What?" Qingmu asked in surprise, but after being reminded, he immediately adjusted his perspective and saw half a foot wearing a jungle boot peeking out from behind a bush behind the woman. The foot and the Tushu were trembling violently, causing the bushes to rustle incessantly.
"Oh no!" Qingmu exclaimed.
"What is he doing?" Petru asked.
"Mental self-destruction!" Qingmu said.
He didn't know if the word was accurate, but it was indeed a word that suddenly popped into his mind at that moment. It was as if the word had always been deeply hidden in his memory, only to suddenly emerge at the right time.
The man who had been shot did not die, but he was severely wounded. He sensed that his comrade was at a disadvantage in the psychological battle with the enemy and was likely to lose soon.
His Mental Power might be slightly stronger than his female companion's, but unfortunately, he couldn't stand up now. His injuries had scattered his mind, and his subconscious couldn't concentrate his mental power. He knew that if his companion lost, they would all die, so he was going to use all his remaining energy for a final, desperate fight. After this fight, his consciousness might cease to exist.
Qingmu knew that Su Huilan was entangled with her opponent and might have the upper hand, but if another person suddenly delivered a fatal blow at the cost of Annihilation of consciousness, she might not be able to withstand it.
So he immediately yelled at Petru, "Shoot!"
Even without him shouting, Petru had already made his own judgment, so as soon as Qingmu uttered his words, his gun was already fired.
The only difference was that Qingmu wanted him to shoot the man behind the bushes, while Petru's bullet flew towards the woman in front of Su Huilan.
Through the binoculars, Qingmu clearly saw that the blonde woman's left cheekbone suddenly collapsed, half of her face disappeared instantly, and even her sunglasses were knocked off, leaving only a blurry mass of flesh and blood, like a demon's mark, which contrasted sharply with the other half of her face, which was still fair.
The expression on the other half of his face remained cold and stern; he didn't even have time to show the shock of being hit by a bullet.
Perhaps to avoid the splattering blood, Su Huilan leaped back a step. As she landed, the woman in front of her also collapsed to the ground with a thud.
A series of desperate roars erupted from the bushes, like the dying roar of a lion caught in a hunter's trap on the distant Africa savanna, or the mournful howl of a wounded buffalo watching its herd disappear into the distance, powerless to catch up.
Endless anger, resentment, and sorrow transformed into sound waves that echoed desolately between heaven and earth, impacting the spirit and penetrating directly into people's minds. Even the Qingmu on the distant hillside could hear it clearly.