As Su Shijun guessed, the target of the big hand falling from the sky was not the school or these young wizards.
But before leaving, Zheng Qing always felt that there seemed to be several eyes of different sizes emerging from the giant hand, turning, squinting, and looking at him up and down - there seemed to be some...
Some eyes sprouted mouths and ears, and they whispered.
That picture is so ridiculous.
Of course, this may just be his illusion. After all, the mere existence of that 'hand' is beyond the understanding of many people, including him. It is difficult to confirm whether what he 'sees' is fact.
Crisis resolved.
But the broken clouds in the sky could not close for a long time. The long and narrow hole left by the big hand when it came in and out was like the giant in myths and legends who opened his eyes and looked down at the world. The bright sunshine passed through the rolling clouds and mist, turning the originally gloomy silence.
The forest was illuminated with light.
The shadow of the light red hill of the Guardian Spell dispersed.
The young wizards followed Su Shijun to the edge of where the giant hand finally fell.
There was only an irregular deep pit where the mutated ogre was originally located. The edge of the pit seemed to have been ravaged by lightning and wildfire together, becoming charred and black, emitting an unsettling complex smell, including burnt odor and fishy odor.
, and there was also a certain kind of odor that was hard to describe - especially the last one. Zheng Qing felt like he smelled the smell of stinky mandarin fish, stinky tofu and blue cheese mixed together at the same time. It was hard to describe to the extreme.
Zheng Qing was not sure whether this smell was the remnants of the mutated ogre that was frightened out of its abdominal cavity after being grabbed - just like the stress response of some small bugs - or whether it came from pollution deep in the starry sky.
Before he had a clear answer, he felt a stab in his waist.
"It's time for you to return the copperplate Dharma book to the squad leader." Fatty Xin poked Zheng Qing's waist and eyes from behind, his voice was neither soft nor serious, and his tone was not provocative at all.
The young public-funded student suddenly woke up and hurriedly closed the copper-plate book and handed it to Jiang Yu.
"Thanks……"
Before he could say a word, he was interrupted by the witch.
"You're welcome, that's just to save myself."
She didn't look back, and looked at the irregular and ugly pothole carefully. She seemed to be very interested in the charred material on the edge of the pothole, and said in an understatement: "As for the copperplate book... just keep it and use it, so you can get it for Christmas early."
Gift... wasn't your Dharma book issued by the school just destroyed? It's just right, you don't need to buy a new one."
Behind her, there were several faint sounds of gasping, but full of admiration.
Zheng Qing grabbed the copper-plate book and slowly put it into his arms. His expression was not surprised, but a little panicked. He subconsciously glanced at a certain Yuexia Parliament member.
Su Shijun pulled a face, hooked his fingers, put back the foxtail pen, put his backhand behind his back, and glanced at the wizard angrily: "My tail has other uses... do you want it?"
Behind her, four green flames gathered together again, swaying slightly for a few times, as if saying goodbye to the young wizard. Then the flames suddenly withdrew and disappeared under the hem of the witch's skirt.
"No, no, absolutely not." The public-funded student shook his head very hard.
"You don't want it?" Su Shijun's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unkind.
"No, you want... don't you?" Zheng Qing was speechless. He didn't know whether to nod or shake his head for a moment, but he didn't dare to turn around and ask his companions for help.
God knows if they are still his 'companions'.
Because he had clearly felt several undisguised murderous auras coming from behind him, which were the embodiment of the most urgent and true thoughts from the depths of the hearts of some jealous wizards.
The magical biology lecturer coughed softly and saved the young publicly funded student who was in dire straits.
Zheng Qing glanced at him gratefully.
Gan Ning ignored him and looked at Su Shijun seriously: "Councillor Su, I think the most important thing now is to get in touch with the school... and at the same time seal off this area to prevent other students from entering by mistake and causing secondary damage.
Pollution...and you, it's best to leave here as soon as possible."
The best words he said were to the young wizards of the Exoneration Hunting Team.
Zheng Qing nodded quickly, wishing he could immediately apply oil on the soles of his feet and leave this place that made him feel the thorns on his back.
Su Shijun nodded slightly, but did not make a sound. Instead, he turned around and looked at the direction of the school. His expression was somewhat intriguing, as if he was curious whether the school was aware of what happened when the huge palm fell.
…
…
When the huge palm falls.
Except for this forest glade, the rest of the world remains as 'peaceful and peaceful' as ever.
The Andrew Legion, who rushed under the protective circle at the last second, were gathering together with their captain in twos and threes, staring at the golden light shield above their heads, whispering to each other, and curious about what was happening outside.
Further inside, in the winter hunting area.
Li Meng grabbed the stuffed bear by its ears, yelled and waved it wildly, and called on a group of first-year juniors and junior girls behind him to catch a panicked lost kappa, completely ignoring the top of his head.
The sky changes color;
The stuffed bear undulated in the wind like water plants in the rapids, without saying a word. Its clear glass eyes were full of despair for the world and no love for the bear's life;
Lin Guo rode on his alchemy black sheep, sighing and chasing after the little witch, vowing for the nth time not to take care of Sister Jiang Yu again next time;
Outside of winter hunting.
Su Ya lay on the floor of Su Shijun's study room with a wrung-out rag as her pillow, sleeping soundly. Her big fluffy tail stretched out comfortably in the days when the lady was away, like a fine feather duster, happily moving around.
swing;
Colma was sitting behind the bar of the Sakura Tavern, holding a rare bottle of Kraken Rum. She had a book of "Runes and Standard Magic Texts" spread out in front of her, and she was reading with gusto;
Upstairs above her, Catherine, the Great Sage's right-hand assistant and the first North District Witch, was giving 'induction training' to a group of young North District wizards who had just obtained the curse seal, telling them the rough and arduous history of Gini Cottage;
Andrew was sitting in Trident Sword's office, making his own bird poop coffee while looking at the golden light shield above his head, guessing the reason why First University suddenly set up a protective circle;
Within the school.
Professor Li Qihuang squatted deep in the Baicao Garden, taking care of an injured rabbit. He was secretly proud that he escaped quickly today and was not arrested by the professors' joint meeting for a meeting;
Professor Yi tugged at his sparse hair, shook his head as he interpreted the latest divination results, curling his lips from time to time with a playful look on his face;
Professor Monteria was sitting in his laboratory, with a thick experimental notebook spread out in front of him, raising his head and looking in a certain direction, like a sculpture.
for a long time.
He twisted his stiff neck and sighed slightly:
"Sure enough... the stars are unreliable... this is indeed a dead end."
As he spoke, he grabbed the black quill pen on the table, dipped it in the ink bottle, flipped through the notebook in his hand, and crossed out a lot of hard-earned data.
"Have you noticed?" In the Sanyou Bookstore, a yellow-breasted civet suddenly woke up from its sleep and shouted to the owner of the shop.
"What?" The chubby gentleman put his hands in his hands, his eyes looking hazy as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Suddenly there was a foul smell..." The yellow tabby sniffed and looked around suspiciously.
"Oh," the gentleman squinted his eyes again, yawned listlessly, raised his hand to wipe the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and muttered: "A garbage recycling truck just passed by... It's not a big problem."