What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 3 Money Dart Technique
There's not a single thing that can be settled!
Settle down, settle down, the first thing is to settle down.

After spending just a short time alone in her new rented apartment, Xia Qing understood this deeply.

My original life, which was difficult but relatively peaceful, is completely gone forever.

They learned that there were things in the world called 'nightmares,' which were no different from demons and monsters, and that there might even be more supernatural things.

How could he possibly go back to that peaceful life?

The worldview that had been established completely collapsed, and the whole world seemed to have become unfamiliar.

The unease about the unfamiliar and the unknown, and the fear of those supernatural and bizarre creatures, lingered in my mind and never dissipated.

Now, wherever he goes, he has the illusion that he will encounter some kind of monster. He is suspicious of everything he sees and dares not walk at night.

To put it bluntly, even if he wanted to manually cast a spell to release stress, he would have to worry about whether there were some unseen things watching him!

That persistent nightmare, threatening to return, was like a sword hovering above his head, a sharp thorn piercing his flesh, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles!
He could only pin his hopes on the equally extraordinary [dart throwing].

After all, this is a real supernatural phenomenon, and it seems to originate from some kind of ability of his own.

It's much more reliable than those temple brands and Taoist temple MCNs.

For this reason, he didn't even go to the company for a whole week.

After trying a bunch of martial arts, Taoist and Buddhist scriptures and trying to acquire other similar abilities without success, he immersed himself in dart throwing practice.

He spent all his time practicing in Hero Park with his newly bought darts and dartboard.

I blended in with a group of elderly people exercising, and it didn't feel out of place at all.

Unfortunately, there has been very little progress.

"Young man, you've only been playing for a few days, right? Your aim is already terrible."

"Practicing this stuff is not as good as practicing Tai Chi with me. At least it can improve your health. No matter how good you are at throwing darts, it can't compare to a bullet."

The first two days after I started practicing in the park, the older folks were quite curious to see a young man setting things up.

After watching for a while, most of them shook their heads and sighed, losing interest—they'd rather watch Old Li next door bumping into a tree, or Old Liu showing off his skills on the horizontal bar.

Even if it's just old man Zhang practicing Tai Chi, at least his moves are pleasing to the eye and impressive enough.

Xia Qing, on the other hand, was clearly a newbie who had only been practicing for a couple of days. Even if he was a few steps away, he would have a hard time hitting the target.

Watching from the sidelines, lest you prick yourself.

"I mean, this 'hard practice' isn't really just about me slowly grinding away and figuring things out, is it?"

Since it was their only hope at the moment, Xia Qing forced herself to practice for a full week.

But today, he finally couldn't contain his impatience and started muttering to himself.

Practice, practice, and practice hard—of course it works; at least your accuracy has improved considerably.

But this is no different from ordinary darts practice. Progress is extremely slow, and it relies entirely on a lot of training to find the feel and muscle instinct.

In this situation, let alone the fact that it would take forever to master the skill, even if one did master it, as that old man Zhang said, could it be as effective as a bullet?

Do you really expect this thing to be able to handle those supernatural creatures?
Unfortunately, his complaints were just complaints.

After these days of exploration, he has gained a basic understanding of the text panel that appears before him. The text on the panel does have a somewhat anthropomorphic feel, and it can occasionally react to his thoughts and words, but it cannot actually achieve true direct communication.

Judging from the way those words were expressed, it was more like a third party's relaying or hinting.

"Your [Dart Throw] is cheering you on; it feels it's just a little bit away from becoming even stronger."

Another warning message, "Looking at the mountain makes you want to run yourself to death," appeared before my eyes.

Knowing that complaining was pointless, and that this was the only supernatural power she could access.

In the end, Xia Qing could only sigh and continue practicing, hoping to develop some extraordinary abilities like the legendary martial arts and Taoist techniques.

They practiced from morning until almost noon, and the elderly people who were exercising gradually dispersed.

Suddenly, a mysterious feeling of divine inspiration arose.

"Your [Dart Throwing] has finally reached its peak after long and arduous practice. Recalling your recent experiences, you have made a great ambition and vow, and hereby rename it [Money Dart Technique]."

call out!
The long needle dart, released from the hand, struck the very center of the target with perfect accuracy, without any deviation.

shhhhhh!
Xia Qing drew three more darts, instinctively flicked his wrist, and all three darts hit the bullseye again, clustering together in the center.

But, it's not enough!
As if he had studied for countless years, countless experiences of practice and throwing echoed in his mind.

Even his body felt as if it were being gently nourished by a warm current, as if it had become exceptionally strong and robust after countless years of training.

The skillful technique of generating power originates from the heels, runs through the entire spine, and concentrates the body's strength in the arms.

boom!
The last long needle.

Like an armor-piercing bullet whistling past.

It shot out instantly, a flash of silver light, and completely pierced the target, embedding itself in the tree trunk at the root!
Who says darts can't be like bullets!
"Young man, you, you, you..."

Several elderly people who had not yet left looked over upon hearing the noise, their eyes wide with astonishment and excitement causing their hands and lips to tremble.

"See! I told you we had martial arts skills! Back in our day, we had a whole bunch of qigong masters!"

"Young man, which sect did you study under? Is it the legendary Tang Sect?"

"Nonsense! I think it's definitely a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Old Chinese medicine doctors all practice acupuncture, you know? They can pierce an iron plate with a silver needle with a flick of their wrist!"

A group of elderly men who were already somewhat superstitious and fond of martial arts, and who had even experienced the qigong craze, were so enthusiastic that Xia Qing could hardly keep up with them.

Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and urged by their spouses or children and grandchildren, these elderly men and women could not stay long and left reluctantly.

Xia Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to carefully test the changes in herself.

First of all, in terms of physical condition, he almost suddenly went from a sub-healthy office worker to a long-term exercise champion.

I lifted the shirt slightly to take a look, and there were not exaggerated but well-defined muscle blocks.

The overall lines are sharp and angular, not the kind of bulky build you get from working out in the gym, but full of the beauty and explosive power of a cheetah.

In terms of technique, accurate throwing has become instinctive. It can be said that there is no need to think or aim. Anything suitable for throwing can be used easily after a couple of times and hits the target every time.

In terms of power, just like before, if paired with a suitable weapon, it can concentrate all the body's explosive power into one point, achieving an effect that is no less than that of a small-caliber bullet.

(End of this chapter)