Hunting High School

"I... exploded?"

Zheng Qing blinked, repeated Mr.'s answer, and it took a while to realize: "I exploded? Can I explode? Does it mean explosion? What kind of magic principle is this!"

While muttering, he raised his hand and glanced at the palm and back of own's hand.

Perhaps because he was in a blank place, the palms and backs of his hands looked very clean, and the skin on his hands was clean and even a little transparent, allowing people to see the blue-black blood vessels and fine muscle texture under the skin at a glance.

"I'm a cat, no, a person, how could it blow up? I just got a little angry when I beat the toad...how did it blow up?"

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"Are all wizards so capricious?"

"It will explode if it is a little bit stronger? This does not conform to the law of conservation of magic power!"

He finally recovered a bit of rationality from the chaos and confusion, and then slowly climbed back to the sober world along with this rationality:

"Magic power in the universe is neither created nor vanished, only transformed from one form to another or transferred from one individual to another...Magic power cannot be spontaneously transferred from a lower dimensional individual When it comes to high-dimensional individuals, it is impossible to use magic power from a single magic power source to completely transform it into a useful effect... That is to say, as a low-level magic power active state, it is impossible for me to trigger a high-dimensional magic power tide... This does not meet Two laws of conservation of magic power!"

Holding the teapot, Mr. Wu sized up the young wizard with very satisfied eyes.

"Smarter than I imagined... At least, you didn't stare at me stupidly, unable to analyze a word. It seems that letting you stay in school for a while was effective."

These words did not answer Zheng Qing's doubts.

"So...why did I blow up?!" The young public finance student took a breath, trying to let go of the distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on the most critical issues: "It was because the magic spell was used improperly. Did it fall? They... what happened to the others? Am I... dead now?"

After the last question was uttered, the boy felt his voice tremble slightly, and he immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"The other people have that yellow-flowered raccoon watching over them, so they're fine for the time being. The little girl from the Jiang family...oh, even that old lady helped a lot." Mr. Wu took a sip of tea, calmly, To answer Zheng Qing's doubts:

"You didn't blow up because of improper use of the spell."

"You are not dead yet...but the messenger of the god of death is wandering outside this blank space, so it is similar to say that you are standing outside the gate of hell."

Hearing this sentence, the boy looked around vigilantly, as if he could see the figures of those messengers of death. But as far as he could see, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, not to mention the angels of death, even the edge of the blank land, he couldn't see it.

In addition, is there really a god in charge of Death in this world? What is the relationship between him and the wizard? Does Atlas College have followers of His Highness? Why can't the messenger of the god of death have a way to enter this blank land? Why can Mr. appear in this blank space?

These messy thoughts kept coming and going in the young public fee student's mind without stopping for a moment.

Until Mr. Zheng Qing answered the original question:

"As for why you bombed...the process is a bit complicated. But the root cause is relatively simple."

"Because you are a forbidden curse."

"Well, you can understand it as a big bomb. A bomb, if conditions permit, will naturally blow up."

While speaking, Mr. Wu casually picked up a Luo Han bean from the plate on the small coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Click, click.

...

...

"Crack!"

Jiang Yu supported the rough trunk of the returning soul poplar, barely stood up, took a step forward, stepped on a dry branch, and the branch made a scream when the branch broke, click, click.

The witch's face was pale, and the arm holding the tree trunk trembled slightly. Her normally smooth long hair became a bit messy, with several hair ends still curled up. At the same time, she exuded a burnt smell.

But she didn't pay attention to this detail at all.

She turned her head and looked around with panic in her eyes. The last impression in her mind was a vast expanse of whiteness, like a thousand suns shining in the sky, filling the sky with strange splendor. When she woke up, she had already returned to the silent forest.

There is no one around, no black cat, no Irina, no Korma, no Satogua or the goat that broke in later, not even the most insects or birds in the silent forest None of them were seen.

There was a dead silence.

In the grass a few steps away, lay an old black Dharma book. There was a burnt smell on the book cover, and a black air could be vaguely seen rising from the book. That was the result of the magic spell getting out of control and overloading the spellbook. Jiang Yu knew that the Dharma book had been completely abolished.

I hope this accident will not have any bad influence on my grandmother, the witch prayed in her heart, recalling the scene when the silver-haired old lady hugged her at the end, she felt a little warmer.

Then she looked away from the worn-out Dharma book, and pulled her arm back slightly.

The tree she was holding on to was only a few meters away from the entrance of the secret realm Minor World.

Why come back here? What about the rest? How is everyone? With these thoughts in mind, the witch staggered, supported the tree trunk and took a few steps forward, turned around the tall and lush bushes in front of her, trying to return to the secret realm Minor World.

But after turning the bush, she stopped abruptly.

After the bushes.

The entrance to Minor World has disappeared.

Disappearing together, there is also a large piece of silent forest—taking the entrance of the secret realm Minor World as asxs, a large piece of scorched earth radiating in a fan shape appeared in front of the witch. A blank, scorched earth with a few wisps of smoke rising from it.

On the edge of the scorched earth, there are crooked black trees, all the leaves on the top of the tree have fallen off, and the trunks seem to be twisted in a circle by someone, and they are all twisted to the side where the fan expands. A few stones that had been burnt out of glaze were piled up at the feet of these dead trees, covered with a layer of faint black ash.

Looked up.

It is a rare sky in a silent forest.

It's just that the gray clouds are like a huge mushroom cover, occupying every corner of the sky, people can't see a trace of the color of the sun, and they can't see a little blue shadow.

Jiang Yu felt his eyes go dark, and his heart suddenly sank into the boundless abyss.

She fell to her knees with a plop.

Beyond the half step, there was a charred rabbit that still kept running. Through its scorched eyes, the witch could vaguely feel the rabbit's panic and despair when the doomsday came.

She stretched out her trembling hand and touched the rabbit's ear lightly.

call……

The scorched black rabbit instantly turned into a puff of smoke and dust, fell down, and piled up into a small black-gray mound. The tears that the witch had accumulated for a long time finally couldn't hold back, and they flowed down.