Hunting High School

"What kind of feeling is this?" The old man's dry and wrinkled face was squeezed into a ball, and the originally small eyes disappeared in the vertical and horizontal wrinkles.

Zheng Qing was shocked to find that his whole body was restrained by an inexplicable force, unable to move.

I can't move my fingertips.

Eyelids can't move.

Even breathing froze.

Except for the ticking pocket watch on his chest, it seems that only thoughts are still flowing slowly.

"Thick, turbulent, crazy, explosive, powerful!" The old man suddenly opened his dark eyes without a trace of white, and murmured in a whisper: "Like tens of millions of people shouting together, like countless Thousands of hearts are trembling neatly. I almost don't know what material to use to support it."

He raised a small gavel and knocked on a bronze bell hanging on the table.

"Boom!"

The melodious sound of the bell reverberated in the closed room.

Palm-sized elves emitting green light flew out from the depths of the room following the sound of the bell.

They lined up neatly and piled rolls of tanned thick leather rolls on the table.

A naughty little elf put down its leather, flapped its wings and slipped to Zheng Qing's eyes, looking at the stranger curiously.

She was wearing a spun yarn dress, with shiny silver pieces hanging on her arms, her big black eyes flickered, and the filament antennae on her head trembled accordingly.

"Xixi..." The elf made a melodious and cheerful voice, and reached out to pluck the hairs on Zheng Qing's face.

His little hands were cold and painful to pull.

Zheng Qing felt that own head seemed to be able to move, he tried to blink his eyes.

As if frightened, the little elf bounced away, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the darkness deep in the shop.

Zheng Qing found that she still couldn't speak.

He winked and wrinkled his nose laboriously, expressing his dissatisfaction to the old man behind the table.

The old man closed his eyes, and slowly brushed the leather with his thin hands, quietly feeling the materials at hand.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom," like a woodpecker pecking wood, his skinny index finger tapped the leather rolls steadily, one after another, steadily and tirelessly.

"The first layer of skin of a dragon is too hard, and the second layer of skin is too soft."

"The seven-color buckskin is too thin to carry such a heavy soul."

"Pigskin is a good choice, but if it is combined with this soul, the inertia is too strong, and it will affect the casting of spells."

"The mulberry paper is too brittle, not good, not good."

"The attributes of bamboo slips and fish skin are too strong, it's a waste of this soul."

The old man was muttering, muttering, and suddenly pushed the leather on the table to the ground. His body seemed to have no gravity, and he floated straight into the air.

Zheng Qing was horrified to find that his own body floated into the air involuntarily.

"The power of the thick earth, the power of the turbulent Milky Way, the power of the crazy hurricane, the power of the bursting wildfire, all four elements are available, what kind of existence is this!" The old man pressed his nose against Zheng Qing's body and sniffed carefully. Come and sniff, the murmuring voice never stops:

"Everything has a spirit, and there is a unique demon spirit in every wizard book. Casting spells is to amplify the wizard's power geometrically through the induction between the soul of the Demonic Beasts and the world. Even the soul of the great demon Not so violent. Is it fierce or spirit? Impossible!"

"Oh, I got it, I got it. Cooked leather has already been set, why not try raw hide? Why am I always obsessed with these places?" The old man receded backwards, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Only Zheng Qing, who was panicking in mid-air in front of the table, was left in the room.

The green elves flew back again.

They collected the leathers scattered under the table, and retreated one after another.

There were only a few little guys shouting 'xixixi', flapping their wings happily, and approached Zheng Qing.

One by one, they held shiny objects the size of rice grains and threw them into Zheng Qing's jacket pocket. Then it landed on top of his head and pulled out a hair from him.

Zheng Qing blinked angrily, but this time none of the elves fled.

They sang "Xi Xi", and each flew back to the depths of the room with a hair.

Zheng Qing misses that scary old man a little bit.

After a long time, the old man came back again.

Floating beside him was a broken gray-white leather.

If the leather sent by the elves looks like it has been tanned and washed, it looks neat and clean. Then this gray-white skin seems to have just been peeled off from a Demonic Beasts, with fresh blood and remnants still hanging on it.

Zheng Qing looked horrified.

The old man snapped his fingers, and Zheng Qing was terrified to find that there was a heart-piercing pain in his right hand, and then his right hand stretched out in front of him uncontrollably. The five fingertips ooze out drops of bright red.

"Press it here!" The old man said coldly without any ups and downs.

Zheng Qing suddenly found that he could move his upper body.

He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding right hand on the leather.

The off-white leather still felt warm to the touch, and for some reason a shadow of a howling pain appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.

The blood from the fingertips stuck to the flesh and blood on the gray leather, and immediately blended together.

The gray-white leather seemed to come alive, sucking the blood from Zheng Qing's fingertips creakingly, swallowing all the blood and minced meat that remained on the fur.

The old man stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment but retracted it, and took out a black Dharma book.

He curled his index finger and tapped the cover of the Dharma book.

The Dharma book flipped to the middle part with a clatter, and the pages of the book were dotted with gray light, and smooth gray runes slid out.

Star point and rune formed a ferocious gray claw in mid-air, aiming at Zheng Qing's chest, slowly stretched out, and then slowly closed.

A black, ink-like light floated out from Zheng Qing's chest. In Zheng Qing's horrified sight, following the movement of the gray claw, it fell onto the leather that had begun to turn white under his hand.

Black ink drops fell on the leather, and Zheng Qing's fingertips felt an unstoppable pain again, and he could even feel that the gradually discolored leather in his hand was greedily sucking own blood.

Gradually, his eyes became dizzy, as if he saw the whole body of the white leather in front of him was burning.

The old man frowned, seeing that the flame on the skin was getting dimmer, he finally couldn't help it, and poked Zheng Qing's chest with his skinny fingers.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" As if someone was beating a drum in his ear, Zheng Qing was jolted awake.

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He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Streams of fresh blood rushed desperately to Zheng Qing's right arm, and then flowed into the burning leather along the five fingertips.

The flames above were renewed in bright colors.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing's face turned pale again, and the beating of his heart became more and more irregular and weaker, that Pi Zi gradually stopped sucking blood.

The flames dancing on the leather gradually died out.