Monster Hunting High School

"It's almost done, give it a try." The old man reminded Zheng Qing as he watched the flames slowly extinguish.

Zheng Qing looked at him blankly, thinking vaguely, how to try on a piece of leather. Don’t all Dharma books look like books? Is this Dharma book of mine special? Is it an animal skin scroll?

The leather lay softly in the air, twisted, and rolled itself up into a roll of animal skin. It rolled around twice, then spread out again, turning into a piece of skin again.

This skin doesn't seem to like turning into a roll of animal skin! Zheng Qing was startled by his own thoughts.

He felt that he must have lost too much blood and was dizzy.

"What kind of Dharma books do you like?" the old man asked from the side.

Shaking his dizzy head, Zheng Qing tried to imagine in his mind what his Dharma book should look like.

In mid-air, the milky white leather changed like latex according to his thoughts.

Soft and white cover, blank title page, translucent pages, leather buckle.

Exactly the same as what I imagined in my mind!

Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed it.

The Dharma book shook and made a clattering sound, as if smiling with satisfaction.

A blood connection spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. Zheng Qingfu reached his soul, took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body, and slowly fell to the ground.

"A good naked book." The old man nodded appreciatively: "A wizard without imagination is not a good wizard. The richer the details you think about, the greater the potential of your book."

He waved and called the Dharma book in Zheng Qing's hand.

"Are there any taboos?" The old man opened the drawer on the table and laid out a row of scissors, hammers, awls, nails and other tools. He raised his eyelids and asked, "For example, you can't touch silver? Or you are allergic to peach wood."

"I don't know." Zheng Qing shook his head.

"I don't know!" The old man frowned, then relaxed: "Then use brass. Brass has a mild temperament and a good texture. As far as I know, no one has a taboo against brass."

He knocked on the tool box at hand. The copper sheets, copper nails, and copper buttons inside were lined up neatly. They jumped onto the white Dharma book and were flattened and rounded by the old man's hammer. , turned into staples, into inlays, into decorations on buckles.

After tapping the last copper wire on the spine of the book, the old man put down the tool in his hand, patted it and blew on it.

"Very good, this little guy has great potential. I'm a little reluctant to sell it to you." The old man twisted his wrinkles, squeezed out an unsuccessful smile, and handed the book to Zheng Qing.

"What was that black thing you took from me just now?" Zheng Qing took the book, his mind still a little messy. He thought of the black ink drops that the old man had used a spell to remove from his chest, and his face turned pale.

"Isn't it the demon spirit you brought?" The old man put away his less-than-successful smile and said with a displeased look on his face: "Give me the invoice from the front desk first."

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and immediately handed the cyan book list to the old man.

"Freshman?" The old man stared at the cyan paper in front of him with wide eyes, and his dark eyes became more and more terrifying: "Are you a freshman from First University? Or are you the kind who got a scholarship?"

"Yeah." Zheng Qing blinked, a strange thought floated in his mind, and nodded weakly.

"Then just a golden bean." The old man didn't speak, but nodded with peace of mind and closed his eyes again: "The public-funded student came into my dark studio because he was interested in that golden bean. The bottom line of beans.”

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly.

"Your elf just pulled a few of my hairs." He took out those shiny little things from his coat pocket, handed them to the old man, and said doubtfully: "You gave me these things."

"They usually only pull two threads from the customer's body, or take off a button. They are rarely so rude." The old man stretched out his little finger, picked up a small crystal with his long nails, and brought it up to look at.

"It's not rude." Zheng Qing thought about those exquisite little beauties and changed his words: "At most, it's a bit unruly."

He was a little worried that the old man would deal with those elves.

"It's not bad. It seems they really like you, and what they give you is not glass shards." The old man's tone was full of smiles: "In the past, they asked for souvenirs from guests, and at most they gave you a little glass shards. You have all these. It’s good jade chips, the best stabilizer in the laboratory, and it’s much more valuable than a golden bean.”

Zheng Qing licked his dry lips and tightened the milky white wizard book in his hand.

He really wanted to invite those elves to trim his hair again. Maybe after two more rounds, my living expenses for the school year will be covered.

But this shameful thing can only be thought about after all.

After walking out the door with weak steps, Thomas was already waiting not far outside the bookstore.

Seeing Zheng Qing's pale face and sloppy steps, and hearing his general experience, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Old Penn is so messy, how can he use the blood refining method to refine the wizard's book for you?"

"Is this very dangerous?" Zheng Qing's eyes darkened when he heard some of the sensitive words.

"That's not true," Thomas explained with a sidelong glance at Zheng Qing: "On the contrary, the wizard's book obtained through such sacrifice has a good effect on spells and has strong growth potential. It's just that you are just a public-funded student. , I shouldn’t be treated like this no matter what!”

"Maybe he recognized the wrong person." Zheng Qing was a little unsure as he recalled the situation when he entered the store.

"It's very possible, it's also possible that he was happy to see Hunter. Old Penn is famous for doing whatever he wants." Thomas took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a bright red pill, and stuffed it into Zheng Qing's mouth. : "Eat it for blood replenishment. Otherwise, I highly doubt you will pass out on the ground after taking a few steps. The interviewer is really not what I should be doing, he is just a male security guard."

He patted his Dharma book and left a water ball next to Zheng Qing's mouth.

When the red pill entered his mouth, Zheng Qing chewed it hard for a few times, then took a few mouthfuls of the water ball in front of him and swallowed it.

Wiping his mouth, a burning feeling surged from his stomach to all parts of his body.

His face felt hot, and his lower body even felt a little swollen.

"Is this for blood replenishing? It feels so weird!" Zheng Qing crossed his legs in embarrassment and fanned the wind with his brand-new Dharma book, trying hard to convince himself that his blush was due to the surge of blood.

"You already knew how to prepare it when you were sophomores." Thomas grinned maliciously and said with a smile: "For many sophomores and juniors, this little pill with no side effects can be used in many places! Of course! , provided you can pass the freshman exam.”

Zheng Qing really couldn't ignore Thomas' teasing, and his face turned redder.

It’s not like I said such shameful things, why am I blushing!

He roared inwardly.