I stand under a billion lives

Chapter 8: True Tool Man
Chen Fan did not forget his original intention after listening: "Then do you think I can awaken a giant robot spirit deed?"

Hu Weijiu, who had just stood up from her chair, paused for a moment, then shook her head to express that she was not clear:
"No one can guarantee this kind of thing. Let me tell you again. The so-called spiritual deed is the realization of one's soul ability, which will change according to each person's personality and deepest worries in the heart. No two spiritual deeds are exactly alike."

"The deepest worry?" Chen Fan keenly grasped the key point in Hu Wei's nine words, "Didn't you tell me, Miss Nine, that there is a person from the Death Route in Babylon, and his spirit deed is an agricultural tractor that can transform? "

When Hu Weijiu heard this, she almost sprayed the tea she just drank on his face.

God damn tractor, obviously they drive a harvester, okay? !

Although the style of painting is very strange.

Gudong swallowed the water, Hu Weijiu coughed and put the teacup away:
"Then what, it is indeed a transformable agricultural harvester. Although it has something to do with his death path, it is also because he is afraid of death from the bottom of his heart. Even now that he has become a powerful floating spirit, You still have to be fully prepared before you are willing to set out to carry out the mission.”

As she said that, she scratched the back of her head in embarrassment: "And to be honest, last night I wanted to lure you here first, and talk about it later if I have any questions, so... I will explain it roughly."

Chen Fan, who had almost lost his breath, pointed at Hu Weijiu tremblingly, lifted Ye Yi onto his shoulder, and stood up from the chair immediately.

After getting up and walking around the office for several times, Chen Fan took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth and leaned over the desk, looking into Hu Weijiu's eyes every word:
"So, is there anything else I should know?
Little-nine-sister-? "

After a long silence, Hu Weijiu slowly raised her hands, folded her hands together and lowered her head, saying:
"I'm sorry, but even if you're awakened, if your abilities aren't too threatening, you can go home and continue your normal life."

Chen Fan immediately got up and took a breath of air, and one of his feet slumped and sat back on the chair before he could stand still:
"The manual says that Piao Ling has to report to the Administration? And you also said last night that I should be prepared not to go back?"

"Because all floating spirits have to register their abilities, in case someone uses their soul abilities to do something illegal. As for not going back... I'm not trying to make you prepare for the worst, just in case Is it really not too uncomfortable if you can't go back?"

After Hu Weijiu finished speaking with a guilty conscience, she found that Chen Fan was neither angry nor fussy. He just got up without saying a word and began to search in his suitcase.

Feeling more and more uneasy, Hu Weijiu could only get up from the chair with a stiff smile, squatted beside Chen Fan and forced a smile: "That...Xiao Chen, what are you looking for?"

Turning his head to look at Hu Weijiu, Chen Fan spread his hands slightly to the left and right, and made a gesture of holding something:

"gun."

"gun?"

"Yes, the double-barreled Dahongpao shotgun, the one my dad used to kill mandrills in seconds."

After contemplating for a moment, Hu Weijiu, who felt that kneeling and admitting mistakes would no longer work, quietly stretched out her right hand, and a slender and gorgeous revolver gradually gathered from the air, and she summoned it into her hand.

Then, holding the handle of the pistol with slender fingers, the cold muzzle silently pressed against the back of Chen Fan's head:

"Then, Xiao Chen, what do you think of my gun?"

"..." Silently raised his hands from the suitcase to the air, Chen Fan felt the thick muzzle of the gun on the back of his head, and nodded: "It's good, it's worthy of being Miss Nine's gun."

Five minutes later, Chen Fan, who was walking on the way to the laboratory, hugged Ye Yi and sighed. Those who didn't know thought what Hu Weijiu had done to him.

"Hey, do you think this kid has experienced something? Why does he look so listless?"

"It's hard to say, after all, the team leader had a problem because of him yesterday."

"Yes, yes, it's such a pity. Obviously, there was no omission in a single mission before this incident."

Hearing the murmurs from her subordinates, Hu Weijiu couldn't help clenching her fists:

"I--said--ah--"

"Who do you take my old lady for? Huh? Is my old lady the kind of guy who knows how to be small? Don't think that I will embarrass the newcomer if my performance is broken! Do you understand!?"

Seeing the spirit deed pistol Hu Weijiu was waving in his hand, the subordinates all dispersed.

"Tch, these guys know how to boo and watch the excitement."

The handsome man flicked the gun back, and Hu Weijiu took Chen Fan forward with strides. After a while, he came to a white double-opening thick door.

Raising her fingers to open the door, Hu Weijiu pouted at Chen Fan: "Here, this is the exclusive venue for signing the spirit contract. Before entering, do you want to entrust your cat to look after it?"

Chen Fan shook his head with a smile when he heard the words, and walked into the double-opening door in a gentle manner, regardless of Ye Yi's struggle in his arms: "No need, Miss Jiu, Ye Yi will be safe by my side."

Safety shit!

Annoyed, Ye Yi directly connected with Chen Fan through mind communication, and then yelled at him in the spiritual channel of the two:
"What are you doing, Shanzi? I'm just a weak, pitiful and helpless cat. Are you not afraid of any problems if you bring me in?"

Following Ye Yi's words, Chen Fan even tightened his arms holding Ye Yi even harder:
"Don't even think about it! A helpless, pitiful and weak cat will not get into other people's quilts in the middle of the night. If I have any problems today, don't even try to run away!"

Hu Weijiu, who couldn't hear anything, thought that Chen Fan was nervous, so she patted his shoulder broadly and comforted him:
"Don't be afraid of Chen Fan. Now our technology is very mature, and there will be absolutely no danger. And even if you really make a huge robot, this place can fit it."

After tossing for a long time, he found that Chen Fan seemed determined to take him with him, so Ye Yi had no choice but to give up struggling:

"Okay, it doesn't matter anymore, but let me tell you, bad boy, I have already abandoned my own spirit contract. If you get into my head during the signing process now, I don't care so much."

Chen Fan curled his lips in disdain, and said to himself that as long as you don't touch it, then he let go of his arm to let Ye Yi be free again.

After finally breaking free from Chen Fan's arms, Ye Yi didn't run away, but lightly jumped onto Chen Fan's shoulder, sat here and didn't move any more.

Hu Weijiu in the distance glanced in surprise at Chen Fan and Ye Yi, who had a rather strange interaction mode, shrugged and solemnly took out a rectangular box from the machine, and then walked slowly towards Chen Fan.

Seeing that Hu Weijiu, who always had a playful smile in his memory, also put on a serious expression at this time, Chen Fan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Fortunately, not long after, Hu Weijiu came to Chen Fan with the box in her hands, and gently and carefully placed the box on the long table between the two of them.

After a slight bump, Hu Weijiu, who had put the box away, let out a sigh of relief, then raised her hand to wipe her forehead.

Chen Fan, who had noticed Hu Weijiu's movements, noticed at this moment that her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, which showed how cautious she was just now.

For a while, even Ye on Chen Fan's shoulder was a little moved by Hu Weijiu's attitude.

Then at the next moment, Hu Weijiu directly pressed the corner of the box with a click, and opened the box that she carefully brought, as easily and casually as opening a candy box on a street stall.

"Damn it, which wicked guy didn't put the cloth back after taking the spirit deed, just as my mother took the box into her hand, it made a non-stop rattling noise, so scared that I almost let go of the box and broke it."

Taking out a piece of cloth from her pocket to wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead, Hu Weijiu casually opened the box, and after confirming that the situation inside was indeed as she had guessed, she couldn't help but curse.

Chen Fan, who couldn't help shaking his face three times, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and kept telling himself that this is his immediate boss in the future, if he can't complain, don't complain, and if he can't be yin and yang, don't be yin and yang.

After calming down, Chen Fan looked at the glass beads rolling around in the box, and held one of them in disbelief to observe carefully.

After looking at it for a long time, Chen Fan didn't take it for granted. Even holding the glass ball under the light of the ceiling chandelier was nothing special. It always felt like the glass beads that could be seen everywhere on the street stalls when visiting temple fairs when he was a child.

While Chen Fan was observing repeatedly, Hu Weijiu silently put down the cloth she had just used to wipe off her cold sweat, spread it back into the box to prevent the glass beads from moving around, and immediately closed the box again guiltily.

As soon as she let go of her heart, Hu Weijiu saw Chen Fan's black cat squatting on his shoulder and staring at her in a daze, its big eyes were full of disbelief.

For some reason, Hu Weijiu always felt more guilty under the gaze of the black cat, as if she was seen by the family of the person involved.

So Hu Weijiu silently put her index finger on her lips, made a quiet gesture, and hurriedly put the box back in place to destroy the evidence.

After Hu Weijiu put the box away and turned around and slipped back, Chen Fan, who couldn't figure out what was going on with the glass ball, finally asked, "Sister Jiu, how do I use this thing?"

Hu Weijiu, who had destroyed the corpses and traces, was extremely open-minded, and directly told Chen Fan how to sign the contract with a big wave of his hand:

"This is the latest type of spiritual contract researched by the Special Reserve Bureau. Compared with the old model that required repeated grinding to complete the signing, it only requires you to successfully communicate with your mind."

Glancing at Ye Yi, after she nodded, Chen Fan disconnected the thought channel between the two, and tried to build a communication bridge with the glass ball instead.

After several attempts, Chen Fan finally successfully "hooked" the glass ball, and the glass ball also emitted a gentle light, slowly melting into Chen Fan's body.

Seeing that Chen Fan quickly completed the contract, Hu Weijiu patted him on the shoulder in relief. Just as she was about to teach him how to summon the contract, she suddenly felt her hand sink and almost fell forward.

As soon as she stood firm, Hu Weijiu heard Chen Fan's voice in her mind: "Fuck? What did you do, Miss Jiu? How did you hold me?!"

Hu Weijiu subconsciously looked at her heavy right hand when she heard the words, and then stared at the hideous and thick black short-handled shotgun in her hand.

After a long time, she murmured:

"Oh my god, it's really the first time I've seen an old lady with soul power who becomes someone else's weapon."

In the quiet white room, Ye Yi stared dumbfounded at Chen Fan who had turned into a pistol, while Hu Weijiu, who was holding Chen Fan in his hand, had a suspicious expression on her life.

In the dead silence, Chen Fan's curse broke the silence.

"I xx you xx! Die xx, xxx!!! You xxx, xx go xxx!"

After a series of cursing, Chen Fan seemed to have finished venting, and instead communicated with Hu Weijiu in a calm tone:
"Okay, little sister Jiu, don't be dazed, and try how I use it."

"Huh? Oh, good."

Hu Weijiu obviously hasn't recovered from Chen Fan's series of vicious cursing. She looked at Chen Fan in her hand with complicated eyes, and said to herself that she didn't realize that you have such a violent character before.
Could it be said that it became like this because of a big stimulus?
The more I think about it, the more Hu Weijiu thinks that this is the case. A child who has just received the admission notice after the college entrance examination has a bright future, but is stared at by a spirit ghost. In the process of almost dying, he awakens the promotion route activated by the near-death experience. , and at present, there is still a cap on this route.

Forget it, after I came to the management office to report, if my ability is limited, I can go back home and continue to live normally, but in the end my ability becomes a weapon used by others, it is really miserable.

No wonder you get so angry.

After completing what she believed to be Chen Fan's mental activities in her mind, Hu Weijiu raised Chen Fan in her hand sympathetically, then waved to the operator in the observation room, signaling her to call out a target.

Looking at the slowly rising human-shaped target, Hu Weijiu secretly decided that unless Chen Fan was really good at using it, she would just report a bad evaluation and let him go home and forget it.

After making a decision, Hu Weijiu took a deep breath and raised Chen Fan in her hands, holding the handle of the gun with both hands and aiming at the center of the humanoid target.

Just about to pull the trigger, Hu Weijiu heard Chen Fan who had been silent for a long time shyly say:

"Then what... Xiaojiu, be gentle, I don't feel very comfortable with such a strong force."

This time it wasn't telepathic communication, even Ye Yi who hid in the corner could hear it clearly, and covered his face with his paws very speechlessly.

And Hu Weijiu was so angry that she almost threw Chen Fan out on the spot:

"Chen Fan! What do you mean? After turning into a weapon, you are so shy, like a newly married girl? Let me tell you that it makes sense to hold on tightly. What if you hit me in the face with too much recoil? manage?!"

After being reprimanded, Chen Fan calmed down.And Hu Weijiu took a big breath for a while to calm herself down.

Relaxing a bit, Hu Weijiu raised Chen Fan's incarnate pistol again, and after confirming again and again that he wouldn't talk poorly this time, she aimed at the humanoid target and lightly pulled the trigger.

The next moment, a sun was ejected from Chen Fan's gun.

(End of this chapter)