Hunting High School

When killing, it is also used as sand or gravel.

The kingdom of magical creatures, the phylum of magical animals, the class of insects, the order of Diptera, the family of suckers, the genus of superdimensionality, and insecticides.

This is a translucent magic beetle the size of a grain of rice that feeds on the 'time' of other creatures, especially the 'time' of wizards or other magical creatures rich in magic.

The creatures it targets will be plundered for most of the time in a very short period of time until they die of old age, so this kind of insect is called 'Killing Time' by wizards, which means 'killing time'.

Where this kind of magic insect nests, the 'time' in the entire area will be 'drained'.

In the initial stage, the animals on this land aged and died one after another, followed by plants, microorganisms, even bacteria, and viruses. When the time of all living things was taken away, it was the turn of non-living things.

The running water was dried and the stones were eroded, so that in the end, except for the sand, even a slightly larger stone could not be found in the entire area.

The desertification of the area caused by this magical creature is why they are called 'sandstone' by wizards.

Because the expressions of "killing time" or "sandstone" are not beautiful enough, in some old-school magician's manuscripts, this kind of insect is also called "sand time".

Sand time is a social creature.

Most sand-time societies are composed of one sand-time mother and hundreds to thousands of ordinary sand-hours; in some extreme environments, sand-time groups will give birth to two or even three sand-time mothers to maintain survival of the entire group.

Compared with ordinary sand hours, the individual of the mother of sand hours is terrifying. In almost all magical writings, the records about the Mother of Sand Time have descriptions like 'fist-sized', 'fat and heavy', 'wingless but agile'.

The Mother of Sand Hours is responsible for laying eggs and reproducing, while maintaining the stability of the nest of Sand Hours—as a magical creature that feeds on time, any form of nest is inevitably at risk of overturning. Only the Mother of Sand Hours can maintain the relative stability of time in the nest. balance.

Ordinary sand hours are responsible for collecting 'time'.

As a kind of "pseudo-ultra-dimensional" creature, Shashi is like a bug clinging to the timeline, bit by bit eating the timeline, eating it into the stomach, and turning it into the nourishment for their survival.

No one can understand how time is materialized in the belly of these little bugs and become a mysterious "sand time paste", just like wizards still cannot understand how the time line of creatures is stripped from the three-dimensional space.

Although it has a pair of thin wings, it cannot fly in the sand.

These wings are more like knives and forks and plates when they eat.

When the sand is hung on the earlobe of a person, it will secrete a kind of paralytic, which is injected into the blood of the host through the sharp mouthparts. Then vibrate the wings and make a pleasant buzzing sound.

When their wings vibrate, they produce a special sound wave that can hypnotize their prey—of course, some wizards speculate that the vibration of their wings can strip their prey from three-dimensional space, making it easier for them to extract timelines.

In any case, the paralytics secreted by these bugs inhibit some functions of the human brain.

Wizards just feel bored, frustrated, numb, sluggish, and the like.

Then time flies by in this mood.

Wizards who are hunted by the sand will not suffer from illness, mana fluctuations, etc. They will only get used to being in a daze, staring at a notebook and scribbling boringly, and staring at a small bug flying around And never tire of it.

Some wizards who are allergic to sand secretions also have symptoms of sleepiness and dry and heavy eyelids.

Of course, there are also wizards who fall asleep during the sand time hunting—this helps them a lot. These little bugs can safely extract the timelines of their prey without laboriously flapping their wings or secreting a large amount of paralytics.

"The most precious wealth of human beings is time, and killing time will make your time pass by inadvertently."

A gray-faced, thin old wizard concluded in a soft voice: "Many hosts of time-killing beetles don't realize that they are parasitized—they just feel that they have wasted some more time."

This old wizard is named Dorag Barton, and he is from the Institute of Magical Creatures of the First University. He is a professor specially invited by the school working committee to train the patrol students in the skills of catching sand.

The crowd by the lake was crowded together, making the already somewhat dull atmosphere even hotter.

But everyone stood quietly on the lawn, not daring to make a sound.

The imminent confrontation with the legendary magical creature raised everyone's spirits, lest they miss a word from the old professor.

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Zheng Qing touched Own's earlobe, twisted it worriedly, and always felt that his lack of energy for homework recently was due to these little bugs.

According to the old professor's previous explanation, sand timers like to attach behind the wizard's earlobe the most.

"Maybe you call these cute little bugs 'murderers'," Professor Dorag raised his voice slightly, his tone seemed a little disturbed: "But you should notice that they didn't hurt any wizard...any one!"

"This is the First University," a voice behind Zheng Qing chuckled, "Maybe Mother of Sand Time knows the consequences of hurting a wizard."

Perhaps this teasing voice was relatively small, and Professor Dorag's lecture was not affected.

"This magical magical insect survives by transforming the time of other creatures," the old professor emphasized: "During this process, many, many, precious derivatives were born."

"For example, the paralytic secreted by sand, which is an inert additive with excellent performance, can play a good stabilizing role in many biological experiments with severe reactions."

"For another example, slugs are a natural stimulant. No special preparation is required, whether you eat it raw, steamed, stir-fried, stewed, even shabu-shabu, smoked... use any kind you can accept Eating it in any way can keep you full of energy for a certain period of time and improve your concentration when doing homework."

This is another brilliant irony.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile.

Sloths are larvae in the sand.

Although the mother of sand hours is responsible for laying eggs, she does not nurse them.

When the larva in the egg breaks through the afterbirth, it needs to fend for itself.

Adult sands drop these slugs on other creatures—they are most fond of dropping their eggs in the corner of a wizard's eye or behind his ear.

These slobs hide in the wrinkles at the corners of the wizard's eyes or in the thick hair behind the ears, and occasionally bite the wizard's timeline cautiously until they mature.

Unlike hunting in the sand, wizards parasitized by lazy insects will not often be in a daze for no reason or wander inexplicably.

At most, they are a little lazy and can't lift their spirits on weekdays.

If the professor didn't explain it, who would have guessed that these murderers who caused wizards' spirits to slump turned out to be good medicines for refreshing their minds?

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but have heartfelt respect for the first wizard who cooked slackers.

"And the most precious!" Professor Dorag, who was still explaining to the crowd, emphasized.

"The 'Sand Time Royal Jelly' brewed by the Mother of Sand Time," the old professor said with bulging veins on his neck, his expression excited and even a little ferocious: "This is a very gentle life-sustaining medicine, without any additives!"

"It doesn't need to be formed through complex and profound magical processing like the Philosopher's Stone; it doesn't need to be like the star-encrusted seven-day magic circle, and it needs to be the main formation at the level of a great wizard, and it also needs to bear the scourge and catastrophe."

"You only need to mix it with dew, heat it up in the medicine cup, and take it while it's hot to prolong your lifespan gently."

"Is there a more precious gift than this?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Indeed, for these young wizards, there is no hidden danger of life exhaustion.

But who doesn't have an elder who is related?

Even if you are really alone, you can exchange it for jade coins or even credits.

I believe that no one can refuse this transaction.

Everyone is discussing the disposal plan after the discovery of sand, and everyone is imagining handfuls of jade coins, piles of experimental supplies, treasures, beauties, and credits.

Only Zheng Qing was stunned.

He thought of the group of elves who had come back to life in the dormitory.

He finally knew the reason for the strong sense of déjà vu that had been arising from the very beginning.

During the first week of school, Potions teacher Li Qihuang had mentioned this little bug to him.