The next day, Sean got up very late. Looking at the pale sunlight outside the window, Sean stretched. He carefully recalled what happened last night. He did not dream that night and slept very well. The memory of war in his mind was like watching a movie, and it did not leave too deep marks. Only the familiar memory of the gun was preserved.

It seems that it is indeed safe to absorb the fire of memory. Sean sat on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared most was that his memory would be affected, forgetting who he was, or schizophrenia, and it seems that it is okay now.

However, last night's experience still left him a few questions. Is the giant with golden light in his eyes real?

Could it be that in that long era of war, there was really a supernatural force involved in that war? Even the Nord gods really showed their power?

But if this is the case, why were the ancient gods of the Nords finally abandoned? It would have been these gods that were defeated by the guns of the Brightons?

These questions are obviously unanswered. He ate the oatmeal porridge for breakfast, but he was a little unsavory.

But soon the questions in his heart were replaced by the joy of harvest.

The gains of this night were not only mastering the skills and experience of precise gun shooting, but also allowing him to successfully complete a ritual of summoning spirits and gain valuable experience. It seems that summoning lost spirits is indeed relatively safe. Although the resurrected skeleton is a certain threat, it is not fatal. It is easy to solve as long as you deal with it carefully and can bring huge benefits.

Think about it, after just absorbing the memory of an ordinary hunter, I gained accurate gun skills, which is equivalent to the combat experience that ordinary people can only gain after practicing for several years or even more than ten years.

If you can absorb more memories, the martial arts of the great warriors in ancient legends, the memories of those masters of craftsmen with superb skills, and even those memories of magic, witchcraft, and even supernatural abilities.

How powerful will you become.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he felt. He felt that he had found his way to the future and had a winter in this desolate valley. By next year, he would be reborn and become a peerless strong man who surpassed the worldly power...

However, despite the bright future, his natural caution still reminds him to be careful at all times. Sean is ready to observe for two days to ensure there are no sequelae and then make the next call.

In addition, he also needs to be familiar with the skills he learned last night. Although he did have a great marksmanship last night, who knows whether the feeling of falling off this night will disappear.

After breakfast, Sean couldn't wait to come to the open space outside the mansion.

This overgrown yard has long been neatly repaired by the dwarfs, and only a short layer of turf is left on the flat land.

Sean hung a wooden board on a spruce tree in the distance, drew a few simple circles, and finally blacked the bullseye, and then walked away from a distance.

He first walked to a place fifty meters away from the target, raised his gun - aimed - Sean took a deep breath, his heart was calm, bang!

The bullseye was shot through a big hole, and the board was obviously a bit too thin and too crisp.

Sean did not change the target, the left and right were just temporary targets.

He walked more than twenty meters, more than seventy meters away from the target, and shot him out again.

Bang! This time the target did not change at all, but Sean could feel that the bullet should have penetrated through the hole in the middle of the target.

He continued to walk towards the distance, this time he walked to a place a hundred meters away. The target became extremely small, and the black circle at the bull's eye also turned into a blurred black spot. He raised his gun and glanced calmly for a while. When he felt that it was almost done, he pulled the trigger directly. He didn't even aim at the focus, which was more like a subtle control intuition.

Bang! The wooden board was shot and cracked in half.

Sean smiled slightly. The feeling of hitting a target a hundred steps away is really pleasant.

He walked over and saw obvious signs of being hit by a bullet under the target. In other words, he still deviated a little from the bull's eye. It was very likely that it was related to guns. The hunting rifle in his hand was still too rough and primitive.

If you can match a Barrett, you will definitely be the one who blocks the god of killing.

As Sean was thinking, he suddenly yawned involuntarily. He touched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, and couldn't say what was wrong. In short, he felt inexplicably irritated.

Forget it, maybe it's just a psychological factor. He put a bullet on the hunting rifle, and the fixed target was not reflected in his strength. Sean decided to go to the forest and shoot a few animals.

He shouted at the coal balls and walked towards the depths of the valley.

Five minutes later—

A rabbit emerged from the tree hole, and the weather was getting colder and colder. While the plants were not covered with snow, it was eager to eat more and store more energy.

However, a black dot in the distance attracted its attention. It stared at the figure blankly and was not too alert. The rabbit ran very fast and was very close to its nest. As long as the other party showed any threat, it could escape back to its nest at any time.

This is the survival instinct that the rabbit has tempered in nature for thousands of years. However, this instinct this time is destined to fail because it faces a completely different hunter than before.

Bang!

The gunshots echoed in the valley,

Before the rabbit realized what was going on, the bullet had already pierced its head and smashed it, and the body fell to the ground and still twitched.

pretty!

Sean put down his hunting rifle, watched the coal ball rushing over and pick up the rabbit that was shot by the headshot, ran back happily, and had another extra meal tonight.

This is the third prey he has harvested today. I have to say that after mastering the essence of gun technique, hunting becomes easy. As long as the animals exposed to his sight have almost no chance to escape.

He also found out the tricks, skills and feel of shooting in these several hunts.

The memory in the fire of memory merged well with him, almost like he practiced himself.

Sean yawned, and the feeling of anxiety came out again, which made him feel uncomfortable from time to time.

Seeing that it was still early, Sean decided to continue walking for a while. He walked for a while. Perhaps because of gunfire, he didn't see a prey. Sean was a little unwilling to accept it. He had already tasted the fun of hunting, but rabbits were still too small. He wanted to hunt a large prey, deer, wild boar, etc.

A sound of flowing water suddenly came from a distance. It was the first time he went deep into the valley so far, and it was also the first time he discovered that there was still water in the valley. Sean was happy. Animals always had to get close to the water source to drink water.

He took a lighter pace and climbed over the slope in front of him. When he got closer, he found that it was a small river near the foot of the mountain. The river was not deep, but the water flow was very fast. A black bear was standing in the water, staring at the fish coming down from the upstream.

It was that black bear! Sean immediately recognized it, the guy who chewed the corpse of the dog-headed man.

He felt a little excited. At this time, he and the bear were far apart, more than a hundred meters away, and were in the limelight again, so that the black bear did not notice that he was present at all.

Sean lay on the ground, hiding among the weeds, slowly raised the gun, breathing calmly, holding the gun with both hands as steady as rocks, so the gun was also as steady as rocks, slowly aiming at the head of the black bear in the woods.

After glanced for a moment, Sean decided to play more extreme, and he wanted to shoot the black bear's left eye.

This time, the aim was particularly long, and it took more than ten seconds. Sean held his breath and concentrated, and the muzzle was constantly adjusting the angle slightly. He was looking for the subtle feeling. The black bear didn't know that the god of death was approaching. It was still staring at the water, waiting for its prey... It suddenly saw the dorsal fins of the fish in the water. The bear's eyes suddenly tidied up. Just as it was about to pounce on the water, Sean pulled the trigger.

I was hit! Almost as my fingers were tucked, a thought also emerged in my heart.

Bang! Sure enough, the bullet shot in from the black bear's left eye, shattering its brain.

The giant beast suddenly froze there, and the roar of pain came to an abrupt end before it could be released. It swayed for a while and fell into the water.

Beautiful! Sean put away his hunting rifle with a refreshing look. The black bear that had been wandering around the manor for many days was finally killed by him. It was so simple and so straightforward. Is this the feeling of a strong man?
Chapter completed!