Hunting College

Being bitten by a dog is not a big deal.

But this is the first university.

There are demons in this world.

Seeing blood is a very dangerous thing.

At the moment when he saw the **** hand, the first picture that came to Zheng Qing's mind was the rampaging wild boar demon in Damingfang. Then he thought of the restless figures on the hunting grounds of the school hunting game last year, and then those who coveted the'ban'. Curse the seed's demon. The young public-sponsored student sank.

Jiang Yu noticed the wizard's face gradually turning pale.

"This dog is definitely not a monster," she said categorically, while comforting: "All the methods used to detect monsters have been used before, and there is no response... definitely not a monster."

Her tone and expression gave Zheng Qing a lot of comfort.

"It doesn't matter, it looks scarier than I am." Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly.

Indeed, after biting the wizard, the meowing dog immediately shrank into a ball, trembling all over, and seemed to be more scared than Zheng Qing.

Jiang Yu glanced at the dog and immediately focused on Zheng Qing.

"Sit down and give me your hand." She ordered, pulling a wide blanket from her bag and spreading it on the damp grass, motioning the boy to sit on it.

Zheng Qing crossed his legs and sat down honestly.

The witch leaned on her side and knelt before him. The blanket was filled with bottles and jars for treating injuries. Zheng Qing wanted to remind the witch that the straight-line distance between the school and the hospital was less than 500 meters, but for some reason, after turning around a few times, he quietly rolled back into his belly.

It's not that he doesn't want to remind, but that the words in his stomach are refined and he refuses to listen to the instructions of his brain-the boy comforts himself in his heart.

Then he looked at the bottles and jars in front of the witch with peace of mind.

Jiang Yu took a few talisman papers for removing poison and curse, threw them into the glass cup and burned them into ashes, then dripped a few drops of transparent grease-like liquid, and stirred them into mud with a glass rod. He took another net talisman and threw it into a bottle of noon water.

At noon, water to sun to ward off evil spirits, it is the first-class water for making this kind of potion. Just after the Dragon Boat Festival, Jiang Yu still has a lot of stock.

The light yellow talisman will ignite spontaneously when it enters the water, burning the originally clear noon water into a circle of fine bubbles. Zheng Qing stared at the pale blue flame tumbling in the water, pulling out strands of slender flames, only feeling extremely beautiful.

But no beautiful scenery can last forever.

After a while, the blue flame went out, the bubbles in the water dissipated, and the water became calm and monotonous again at noon.

"Extend your hand," the witch ordered.

Zheng Qing honestly extended his hand.

Jiang Yu picked up the bottle of Fushui and poured it directly on Zheng Qing's wound. The wizard had gritted his teeth and was ready to be attacked by the stinging pain, but was surprised to find a warm feeling from the wound, like being breathed in by someone, and it was extremely comfortable.

After cleaning the wound, the witch used a glass rod to stir up the previously prepared rune mud and wiped it on the witch's wound. Fu Ni melted when met with blood, and knotted when met with flesh, and the small pits that the dog had bitten out in a blink of an eye were restored.

Zheng Qing tried to shake the palm of his hand.

The same feeling as before without being bitten.

"It's really amazing," he said without hesitating praise: "Even the school and hospital won't handle it better... It just costs you money."

"Just a few pieces of talisman paper, you can just draw it out." The witch replied lightly.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and glanced at his wound: "I originally wanted to wipe some white fresh food..."

"Just in case." The witch stopped and glanced sideways at the dog lying on the carpet before continuing to explain: "Although it has been determined that this little thing is not a demon, but just in case... One point is good. Baixian can only grow muscles to stop bleeding, and is very resistant to evil."

The wizard nodded and said yes.

"I just didn't expect to be able to remove the poison." He added in a low voice: "The book says that a wizard will be bitten by a demon and turned into a demon. I used to think that after being bitten, he would be completely hopeless."

The witch couldn't help laughing.

"What the book says is correct," she packed up the bottles and jars on the blanket, she didn't seem to get up in a hurry, and explained briskly: "But what the book says is not complete... The bite of a monster can indeed transform a wizard. , But there are conditions... Can you imagine a small wild demon biting a great wizard and then transforming the great wizard into a great demon?"

Zheng Qing immediately shook his head.

"So, the stronger the wizard, the stronger the resistance to the erosion of demons. In addition, long-term experience also tells us that the pure blood of the wizard and the deep understanding of magic can help us resist the erosion of demons... these The way to make potions is taught at home."

Listening to the witch's explanation, Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Yu said that it should be the knowledge passed down by the wizards of the aristocratic family. Although it is not completely consistent with what the husband taught him before, it is easier to be accepted by the wizards of the aristocratic family.

But from another perspective, this kind of ‘experience’ is not necessarily a good thing for the wizarding world.

On the one hand, the monopoly on blood and knowledge has created a deeper and deeper generation gap between aristocratic wizards and commoner wizards; on the other hand, the more powerful wizard families and powerful wizards are safer, the weaker wizards are more dangerous.

The tendency of the strong to stay strong and the weak to weaken is very dangerous.

But this trend seems to be very popular in any world. Zheng Qing remembers that in recent decades, the gap between the big capitalists and civilians in Bai Ding's world is exactly the same as the wizarding world. It's unclear who affected whom.

Just as the wizard was thinking about it, Jiang Yu suddenly gave a soft voice.

"That puppy...isn't it a little weird?" She pushed Zheng Qing's arm.

Zheng Qing turned around.

The dog, who was trembling and lying on the edge of the blanket, became a little dim in color—no, not dim, but fuzzy. Zheng Qing looked carefully for a moment, only to realize that the figure of the dog was slowly becoming illusory and blurred.

As if it will disappear from the world in the next moment.

"Don't let it run!"

The boy turned over and leaned out his arms ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and grabbed the puppy.

But his hand passed through the dog easily, as if through a muddy liquid. The puppy raised his head, whimpered, and meowed twice at the two wizards, then disappeared on the grass.

The two young wizards looked at each other.

"Its eyes are still black, not red." The witch spoke first.

"It's trembling just now doesn't necessarily mean it's afraid... It might also be exerting force?" the wizard guessed.

"Since it can escape, why is it bound by a binding curse between the canopy of the tree and cannot move?" Jiang Yu's question was at the heart of the matter, but Zheng Qing's concern was not mentioned.

"Perhaps, it can only escape when it is not bound." Zheng Qing guessed with no confidence.

But at the bottom of my heart, the wizard was even more worried that the dog had mutated because he bit himself.

He wasn't sure which guess was worse.