Hunting High School

Perhaps because of the collision of the dead mouse demon Blood Qi in the cage, the lantern bug was uneasy;

Perhaps because of the hunting of the flying centipede in the box, it poses a threat to the lampworm;

The light sprinkled from the dragon blood vine began to flicker, like a light with unstable voltage.

This caused some confusion for Sim Fatty, who was observing the Death rat demon.

Of course, this light and dark change did not affect his judgment of the reason for the death of the rat demon.

"The brains are gone." He was wearing deerskin gloves, holding a long-handled knife in one hand, and tweezers in the other, flipping the soft scalp of the mouse monster, and looked up at several companions.

Xiao Xiao silently nodded: "It is indeed the same as the rumors."

Zheng Qing tried his best to get to the front and saw the mouse's empty head.

The back of the mouse's brain in the cage had been cut open by Xin's scalpel, and it could be clearly seen that the mouse monster's brain had been sucked clean.

"Just like what you have seen, the flying centipede will attack quickly after the monster approaches and suck the brains of the monster." The wandering wizard explained next to him: "Bringing it is like wearing a fairy robe with purple ribbon, which is enough to make you You avoid the vast majority of risks on campus."

"What if there is a big monster on the opposite side?" Zheng Qing asked with a little imagination.

The wandering wizard has not yet answered, Xin Fatty has already said with contempt on his face: "Meet the big monster here? Unless all the old men of the big wizard meeting are dead! This is the first university! The core of the power of the wizarding world! Even if the sea monster Neither the king nor the Lich King can get their claws in."

"You can chop it up if you stick it in." Zhang Jixin nodded in agreement.

"If there is an accident in the black prison, it is possible for the big monster to break in." Xiao Xiao interjected abruptly.

Xin and Zhang Jixin gasped at the same time, as if Xiao Xiao had said something outrageous.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

The light bugs on the dracaena vines above their heads even dimmed their brilliance for a short while, making the room plunge into darkness.

"Absolutely impossible!" Xin Fatty waved his hands again and again.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Jixin's face turned purple.

"Tongyan Wuji, Tongyan Wuji!" The wandering wizard also spoke, trying to smooth things over.

Zheng Qing was a little at a loss.

He didn't know anything about the name Black Prison, so he didn't know why several people reacted so strongly.

But he knows another fact:

"Although Xiao Xiao is short, he is definitely not a child anymore... At least he is a teenager." In the dark, he said with a smile.

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His one-liners were ignored.

When the lights in the room were turned on again, he cast doubtful eyes on Xiao Xiao.

But the boy with the watermelon head buried his head in the notebook, pretending not to see it.

"If you encounter a big monster, of course this little bug can't do anything." The wandering wizard chuckled, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere in the room: "But its potential is amazing."

"As far as I know, the abilities of these ancient insects will become stronger with age... Just like vampires, the older vampires are, the stronger they are."

"It is said that the Shaoxing Zhou clan had a centipede ancestral worm that lived for more than a thousand years and was extremely tyrannical. Ordinary monsters are basically weak and weak under its breath, and they are powerless to resist. Even the big monsters can't dodge it. Rumor has it that the ancestral worm was killed by Zhou. The family is enshrined in the ancestral hall, guarding the foundation of the Zhou family."

"Of course, ordinary flying centipedes can only cure wild monsters that are not good enough. If you want to train them better, it will cost a lot."

"How did they find their prey?" Xin Fatty was grabbing the tweezers and the knife again, looking through the remains of the rat monster. Hearing this, he asked curiously, "What do they look like?"

"The flying centipede has no sense of touch or smell. It judges its prey by its breath; and it will only attack monsters with weak breaths. Just like this flying centipede, it can only deal with ordinary wandering wild monsters."

"As for its shape," the wandering wizard shook his head: "it's hard to describe...I can only say that it doesn't look like the insects you imagined. There is an elective course called 'Perverted Life' in the senior year of First University, maybe These aspects will be covered.”

"Will it attack monsters if it is full?" Xiao Xiao opened his own notebook and asked without raising his head while sketching quickly.

Looking at the focused attitudes of several companions, Zheng Qing felt a strange feeling.

The private room seems to have become a classroom, and the wandering wizard is the teacher, and everyone is studying hard around the teacher.

The wandering wizards seem to like this atmosphere very much, and they know all the answers to their questions, and they can answer them endlessly:

"When the flying centipede is not full."

"For these little things, the black box is not only a shelter, but also a storage room for them. The flying centipede will transform the food that is temporarily uneatable into a high-energy crystal to deal with food shortages. This crystal is called It is 'wulingjiao', an expensive original drug, which has been used in many medicines and experiments."

"I think its defense range is a bit small." Zheng Qing pinched his chin and looked at the black box thoughtfully.

"This flying centipede has not been sacrificed, so it can only sense the breath of the devil within ten steps." The wandering wizard explained with a smile: "The flying centipede that has been sacrificed can guarantee the safety of the owner within a hundred meters. "

"Sacrifice? How to sacrifice?" Zheng Qing thought of the rough old man in Shangyuan Shusi.

"It's very simple. Drop the hot blood from your fingertips into the rice-grain-sized air hole on the top of the box, nine times a day, feed the blood to seventy-seven forty Nine Heavens, and you will be able to establish a preliminary telepathy with the flying centipede."

The wandering wizard held a small box of red lacquer and demonstrated in front of Zheng Qing: "If this small box can be made into a pendant, so that it can stay with you day and night, then the communication effect will be better. It will also save a lot of effort when feeding on weekdays."

"Do I still need to feed it?" Zheng Qing couldn't help asking: "Is there any risk? Will it get out of control? For example, if I get some demon blood on me, will he pounce on me and suck my brains away?" ?”

"To be precise, the flying centipede after the sacrifice does not need to be specially fed on weekdays." The wandering wizard emphasized: "Just like the demonized mouse just now, it is enough for it to consume for ten months... If you need it, my shop A dozen demonized critters are readily available here."

"As far as I know, there are no related reports about the risk of losing control." The wandering wizard concluded cautiously at the end.

"That is to say, this is an ancient insect that requires me to sacrifice blood, place close to the body, has an unknown shape, and loves brains." Many horror images emerged in Zheng Qing's mind, and he couldn't help shaking his head, his back felt a little chilly, Thank you for the little black box in front of you: "I think it's better for me to change to a milder amulet."

"Don't mind! This little thing looks good, don't miss it." Xin Fatty persuaded with a loud voice.

"It is indeed a rare thing." Zhang Jixin took out the black donkey's hoof, reluctantly touched it a few times, and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's arms: "This is for you, I want to fly a centipede!"

Saying that, he grabbed the small box of the flying centipede and stuffed it into his pocket.

"How old are you..." Zheng Qing held the shriveled black donkey's hoof, and looked at the red-faced boy very speechlessly: "You look very stable, how you do things like a child."

"He looks steady?" Xin Fatty looked like he had eaten shit, "Then am I a model of dieting?"

Then, the two burly boys started glaring at each other again.