Zheng Qing blinked and repeated his husband's answer. It took him a while to realize: "I exploded? Can I explode? Does it mean explosion? What kind of magic principle is this!"
While muttering, he raised his hand and glanced at the palm and back of his hand.
Perhaps because he was in a blank space, the palms and backs of his hands looked very clean. The skin on his hands was clean and even a little transparent, allowing one to see clearly the blue-black blood vessels and fine muscle texture under the skin at a glance.
"How could I be a cat, no, a person, explode? I just got a little angry when I was beating a toad...how could it explode?"
"Are all wizards so willful?"
"If the gas is too strong, it will explode? This does not comply with the law of conservation of magic power!"
He finally recovered a little bit of reason from the chaos and confusion, and then slowly crawled back to the sober world along with this bit of reason:
"The magic power in the universe will neither be created nor disappear out of thin air. It will only be transformed from one form to another or transferred from one individual to another... Magic power cannot spontaneously transfer from low-dimensional individuals.
As a high-dimensional individual, it is impossible to take magic power from a single magic source and completely convert it into useful effects... In other words, as a low-level magic power active state, it is impossible for me to trigger a high-dimensional magic tide... This is inconsistent with
Two laws of conservation of magic power!”
Mr. Wu was holding the teapot and looking at the young wizard with great satisfaction.
"You're smarter than I thought... At least, you didn't stare at me stupidly and couldn't analyze a word. It seems that letting you stay in school for a while was effective."
These words did not answer Zheng Qing's doubts.
"So...why did I explode?!" The young public-funded student took a breath, tried to clear his mind of distracting thoughts, and focused on the most critical issues: "It's because the magic spell was used improperly to explode."
Did they fall? What happened to them...the others? Am I...dead now?"
After the last question was uttered, the boy felt his voice trembling slightly, and he immediately swallowed.
"The others are being watched by the yellow fox, so they are fine for the time being. The little girl from the Jiang family...oh, even the old lady has helped a lot." Mr. Wu took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.
In answer to Zheng Qing’s doubts:
"You didn't blow up because of improper use of the spell."
"You are not dead yet...but the messenger of death is wandering outside this empty land, so it is almost as if you are standing outside the gate of hell."
Hearing these words, the boy looked around vigilantly, as if he could see the figures of the messengers of death. But as far as he could see, there was a vast expanse of white, let alone the messengers of death, there was nothing.
He couldn't even see the edge of the earth.
In addition, is there really a god in charge of death in this world? What is the relationship between him and wizards? Are there any followers of His Highness in Atlas College? Why can’t the messenger of death enter this empty land? Mr.
Why can it appear in this empty land?
These messy thoughts kept coming and going in the mind of the young public-funded student without stopping for a moment.
Until Mr. Zheng answered Zheng Qing’s original question:
"As for why you exploded...the process is a bit complicated. But the root cause is relatively simple."
"Because you are a forbidden curse."
"Well, you can think of it as a big bomb. A bomb, if conditions permit, it will naturally explode."
While talking, Mr. Wu casually picked up a monk pea from the saucer on the coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth.
Click, click.
…
…
"Crack!"
Jiang Yu held on to the rough trunk of the Soul-Returning Poplar and reluctantly stood up. He took a step forward and stepped on a dry branch. The branch screamed as the branch broke, click, click.
The witch's face was pale, and the arms holding on to the tree trunk were shaking slightly. Her normally smooth long hair became a little messy, with some hair tips curled up, and she also gave off a burnt smell.
But she didn't pay attention to this detail at all.
She turned her head and looked around, her eyes a little panicked. The last impression in her mind was a vast expanse of white, like a thousand suns showing off their power in the sky, filled with strange lights. When she woke up, she had returned to the Silent Forest.
Inside.
There was no one around, not even the black cat, not Elena, not Kolma, not Tsatogua or the goat monster that broke in later, not even the most numerous insects or birds in the Silent Forest.
Not a single one was seen.
There was dead silence.
A few steps away, in the grass, lies a worn black Dharma book. The cover of the book exudes a burnt smell, and you can vaguely see a black air slowly rising from the Dharma book. That is a magic spell.
The result of losing control and overloading the Dharma book. Jiang Yu knew that the Dharma book had been completely destroyed.
I hope this accident will not have any negative impact on my grandmother, the witch prayed in her heart, recalling the scene when the silver-haired old lady hugged her at the end, and felt her body became slightly warmer.
Then she moved her eyes away from the old Dharma book and used her arm slightly back.
The tree she was holding on to was only a few meters away from the entrance to the secret world.
Why are you back here? Where are the others? Is everyone okay? With these thoughts, the witch staggered, took a few steps forward holding on to the tree trunk, turned around the tall and lush bushes in front of her, and tried to return to the small secret world.
.
But after turning around the bush, her steps stopped abruptly.
Behind the bushes.
The entrance to the small world has disappeared.
Also disappearing was a large piece of silent forest - starting from the entrance to the secret world, a large piece of scorched earth radiating in a fan shape appeared in front of the witch's eyes. A piece of blank scorched earth with a few wisps of green smoke.
At the edge of the scorched earth, there are crooked black trees. All the leaves on the tree crowns have fallen off. The tree trunks seem to have been twisted in a circle, all twisting towards the side of the fan. A few stones with burnt glaze
They were piled at the feet of these dead trees, covered with a layer of light black ash.
Looked up.
It is a rare sky in a silent forest.
It's just that the gray clouds are like a huge mushroom cap, occupying every corner of the sky, making it impossible to see a trace of the sun's color or the shadow of azure.
Jiang Yu felt his eyes go dark, and his heart suddenly sank into the boundless abyss.
She fell to her knees with a plop.
Half a step away, there was a burnt rabbit that still looked like it was running. Through its withered eyes, the witch could vaguely feel the rabbit's fear and despair when the end came.
She stretched out her trembling hand and gently touched the rabbit's ear.
call……
The blackened rabbit instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, fell down and piled up into a small black-gray mound. The tears that the witch had been accumulating for a long time finally couldn't hold back and flowed down.