Monster Hunting High School

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

Zheng Qing was shocked to find that his whole body was restrained by an inexplicable force and he could not move.

I can't move my fingertips.

The eyelids cannot blink.

Even breathing froze.

Apart from the pocket watch ticking on his chest, only his thoughts seemed to be flowing slowly.

"Thick, turbulent, crazy, explosive, powerful power!" The old man suddenly opened his dark eyes without a trace of white, and murmured in a whisper: "It's like tens of millions of people shouting together, like thousands of My heart is trembling in unison. I almost don’t know what material to use to carry it.”

He raised a small gavel in his hand and knocked on a copper bell hanging on the table.

"Bang!"

The bells sounded melodiously, vibrating and echoing in this closed room.

An elf the size of a palm, emitting green light, flew out from the depths of the house following the sound of the bell.

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

A naughty little elf put down his coat and fluttered his wings before sneaking up to Zheng Qing, looking at the stranger curiously.

She was wearing a fine yarn skirt, with shining silver pieces hanging on her arms. Her big black eyes flickered, and the filamentous antennae on her head also trembled.

"Xi Xi..." The elf made a pleasant and cheerful voice and stretched out his hand to tug at the hair on Zheng Qing's face.

My little hands were cold and it hurt to pinch them.

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

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

Zheng Qing found that he 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 his skinny hands over the leather, quietly feeling the materials at hand.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong," like a woodpecker pecking wood, his skinny index finger tapped the scroll steadily, one after another, steadily and tirelessly.

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

"The seven-colored deerskin is too thin to carry such a heavy soul."

"Pigskin is a good choice, but if combined with this soul, it will be too inert and 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 such a waste of this soul."

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

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

"The power of the thick earth, the power of the raging Milky Way, the power of the crazy hurricane, the power of the bursting wildfire, all four phenomena are present, what kind of existence is this!" The old man put his nose against Zheng Qing's body, sniffing carefully Sniffing back and forth, the murmuring voice never stopped:

"Everything has spirit, and there is a unique demon spirit in every wizard book. Casting spells uses the connection between the soul of the demon beast and the heaven and earth to amplify the power of the wizard geometrically. Even the soul of the big demon can It’s not so violent. Is it a fierce spirit? It’s impossible!”

"Oh, I know, I know. The cooked leather has already been finalized, why not try the raw leather? Why do I always persist in these places?" The old man retreated backwards and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Only a panicked Zheng Qing was left in the room in front of the table.

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 "Xi Xi Xi", flapping their wings happily and approaching Zheng Qing's eyes.

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

Zheng Qing blinked angrily, but this time not a single elf escaped.

They sang "Xixi" and each of them flew back to the depths of the house with a hair.

Zheng Qing missed that scary old man a little.

After a long time, the old man came back.

A piece of broken gray-white leather floated next to him.

If the leather sent by the elves looks like it has been tanned and cleaned, it looks neat and clean. Then this gray-white skin seemed to have just been peeled off from a monster beast, with fresh blood and residual flesh still hanging on it.

Zheng Qing looked horrified.

The old man snapped his fingers, and Zheng Qing was horrified to find a heart-wrenching pain in his right hand, and then his right hand reached out in front of him uncontrollably. The five fingertips oozed bright red.

"Press here!" the old man said coldly, with no fluctuation in his voice.

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

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

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

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

The gray-white leather seemed to come alive, squeaking and sucking the blood from Zheng Qing's fingertips, swallowing up all the blood-streaked minced meat remaining on the fur.

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

He bent his index finger and tapped the cover of the book.

The Dharma book was turned to the middle part with a clatter. Dots of gray light floated from the pages, and smooth gray runes slid out.

Star points and runes formed a ferocious gray claw in mid-air, aiming at Zheng Qing's chest and slowly opened it, then slowly closed it.

A bit of black light, like an ink droplet, floated out from Zheng Qing's chest. In Zheng Qing's horrified sight, following the movement of the gray claw, it fell onto the white leather in his hand.

Black ink dripped on the leather, and Zheng Qing felt an uncontrollable sharp pain in his fingertips. He could even feel that the gradually changing color of the leather in his hand was greedily sucking his blood.

Gradually, he felt dizzy, as if he could see the white skin in front of him burning.

The old man frowned and saw that the flames on the leather were getting darker and darker. He finally couldn't help it and poked Zheng Qing's chest with his skinny fingers.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong!" As if someone was beating a drum in his ears, Zheng Qing was shaken awake.

He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.

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

The flames above took on bright colors again.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing's face turned pale again and his heart beat became more irregular and weaker that Pizi gradually stopped sucking blood.

The flames dancing on the leather gradually extinguished.