Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing is no stranger to blood-red tears.

Last night, after being tricked by Zhang Jixin into eating chili cigarette candy at the Wandering Bar, he shed a string of bloody tears.

But crying red tears yourself and watching someone else cry red tears are two completely different experiences.

The former may feel confused, while the latter may be terrifying.

And he clearly remembered that his red teardrops were light and uneven in color, and he could still smell the pungent smell of chili pepper when he applied it on the back of his hand.

It was completely different from the tears streaming down the doctor's face in front of him.

Scarlet, sticky, thick, as red as mercury and black in color, blood and tears crossed the vertical and horizontal folds, flowed across the doctor's skinny cheeks, and slowly flowed down.

"Your eyes!" Zheng Qing couldn't help but scream.

He even forgot to be polite and addressed the doctor directly as 'you' without using honorifics.

Dr. Duzem noticed something, raised his eyebrows, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face.

The white handkerchief was immediately stained with sticky blood.

"Ah...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...it's just a small technical glitch." The doctor suddenly realized and waved his hand with a smile, indicating that it didn't matter: "Sorry, I scared you."

"Technical... malfunction." Zheng Qing opened his mouth and tried to repeat the doctor's words.

Since becoming a wizard, he has found that the world is always challenging his ability to understand.

Jiang Yu on the side didn't look any more calm than him. Her fair and pretty face was wrinkled, her hands were tightly holding Kun Bao, and the panic in her eyes had not completely dissipated. 【】

"It's just a small problem... my eyes are prone to soreness after being used for a long time." Dr. Duzem quickly walked behind the desk, took out a small emerald green bottle from the window next to the wall, and explained: "For alchemy, For an alchemist, there is nothing more important than a pair of good eyes, so most alchemists will make small, legally permitted enhancements to their eyes.”

Are so many modifying attributives really allowed by law? Zheng Qing complained numbly in his heart.

As the doctor explained, he took down a silver measuring cup from the experimental shelf next to the bookcase, filled the cup with water, then poured two drops of light yellow viscous liquid from the small green bottle, and stirred it evenly with a glass rod.

A beige mist quickly steamed up above the cup.

"This is the eyewash I prepared myself. It's very effective." The doctor rolled up his sleeves, wiped his hands with alcohol, and hesitated for a moment: "Do you want to try it?"

The two young wizards looked at the doctor blankly, shaking their heads in unison.

"That's such a shame." Dr. Duzem looked much more relaxed. He grabbed his eyelids and lifted them up, revealing his bare, black and white, bloodshot eyeballs, and said in a brisk tone: "But it's understandable, wizards always believe more in their own formulas and their own skills. …When I was studying at First University, I had never used the neutralizing agent prepared by Professor Li. His potion always had a, well, how should I put it, mechanical feeling… Hiss…”

Zheng Qing squeezed his eyes and bared his teeth, not in the mood to complain about the doctor's statement about the 'mechanical sense of medicine'.

He felt like he was watching a horror movie.

Behind the desk, Dr. Duzem stretched out two fingers, poked into the eye sockets without hesitation, pulled out his two eyeballs, with a bunch of bloodshot eyes, and quickly threw them into the cup of yellow gas.

Then while stirring it with a glass rod, he joked in a relaxed tone: "As I mentioned before, wizards are the creatures who like to pick out their eyeballs...occasionally soaking in potions and doing a spa is very good for the eyes. benefit."

Zheng Qing looked at the alchemist master in front of him with his eyes wide open and telling lame jokes. He felt that he was very strong for not breaking down.

"Sometimes people are not very accepting of these things... You look very good, and you are worthy of being educated by an elite." Dr. Duzem turned his head, looked in the direction of the young wizard with dark eyes, and grinned. smiled.

"Can you still see it?" Zheng Qing swallowed and asked with difficulty.

Jiang Yu on the side already looked like she was about to faint.

"It's just bubble eyes, not blind. Why can't I see?" The doctor lowered his head in displeasure and continued to stir the eyeballs in the silver measuring cup.

Zheng Qing saw a few strands of viscous plasma slowly dripping from his eye sockets under the influence of gravity. It was delicate and pliable, like silk, giving people a feeling of unfinished business.

He suppressed the sourness rising in his throat.

It’s great that I didn’t insist on eating first just now! If the doctor came to the table like this, I might not be able to eat for a week.

Zheng Qing comforted himself silently.

"Then, let's proceed with the examination of your elf." After the doctor soaked his eyeballs, he turned his face, 'looked' at the young wizard, and rubbed his hands: "Time is a bit tight, we can speed up the pace. "

"But, you..." Zheng Qing stared blankly at the doctor's empty eyes and asked, "Is it convenient for you to 'see' a doctor now?"

"Oh, no problem." Dr. Duzem fumbled, picked up a roll of silk thread from the desk, and told the young wizard: "Zheng Qing, right? Wrap the thread around the elf's wrist... seven times. , don’t tie it tightly, just wrap it.”

The silk thread drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell into Jiang Yu's hands.

Zheng Qing raised his somewhat stiff arms, took the thread from the witch's hand, and carefully wrapped it around the elf's wrist.

"Are you asking Xuansi for a consultation?" Jiang Yu finally spoke again. It could be seen that her emotions had calmed down a lot: "Although they look like wizards, according to everyone's general opinion, elves do not belong to normal life. …”

"Everyone? Which everyone!" The doctor glared at the dark eyes and mocked: "The Wizards Alliance is a group of outdated old men, and the old antiques who compiled the law have not left the wizard tower for hundreds of years. Can you expect them to do something? Is it a truly realistic resolution?”

"Wipe it, don't get excited." Zheng Qing carefully handed the doctor a clean handkerchief and pointed at his cheek: "Here, and here... some more flowed down..."

When the doctor spoke excitedly just now, the blood in his eyes dripped down, and a few drops of blood flew up with his trembling voice, landing on the table, the cabinet wall, and even the wall not far away.

Zheng Qing finally knew what the black stains that occasionally appeared on the furniture in the house were.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." The doctor did not continue to argue with Jiang Yu. He picked up the handkerchief, wiped his face randomly, and muttered: "The eyeballs haven't been put in anyway. It doesn't matter if you wipe them again later."

Zheng Qing laughed dryly and did not answer.

After Dr. Duzem wiped the blood on his face, he sat upright behind his desk, picked up the other end of the silk thread, wrinkled his eyes, thought slowly, and after a long while, he slowly spoke:

"Since ancient times, the person who has access to the sky is the foundation of life, which is based on yin and yang."

"Between heaven and earth, within Liuhe, its Qi nine states, nine orifices, five internal organs, and twelve joints are all connected to the weather. It gives rise to five, and its Qi is three. If these are violated, evil Qi will hurt people, and this is the foundation of life. ”

"Although the elf is not human, it has a human form; it has all four limbs and five organs, as well as nine orifices and five internal organs."

"Based on this, we may be able to distinguish one or two."