Xiao Xiao stared at the small glass bottle and held his glasses.
Fatty Xin scratched her chin with the feather behind the pen.
Zheng Qing picked up the small glass bottle very simply, shook it, and observed the state of the black liquid hanging on the bottle. Then, under Zhang Jixin's gaze, he took off the bottle plug, carefully sniffed the wind, and sniffed the smell of overflowing from the bottle.
A dead breath came to my face.
Zheng Qing never knew that dead silence would become a kind of taste.
It is not the dry smell of coal and chard, nor the scorching sulfur smell of magma, nor the slightest odor and deterioration. It is just very simple, making people unable to feel the breath of vitality and vitality.
"What is this?" He handed the bottle to the doctor and frowned and looked at the red-faced witch.
"uncertain."
Zhang Jixin looked at Xiao Xiao with some anxiety and expectation, as if he hoped that the doctor would give a definite answer: "This is the sap cut from a soul-returning poplar when the Judgment Hunting Team was hunting in spring..."
"Isn't the sap of the Soul-Returning Poplar green?"
Fatty Xin's curiosity was also aroused. He put down the quill and notebook in his hand, and leaned forward with his head, as if he wanted to see it more clearly: "Is that soul-resurrecting poplar dead? Or is it a strange bug parasitized? Or is the water and soil nearby it have poor quality?"
Zheng Qing also pulled out a quill from his pocket.
But he didn't record anything, but put the tip of his pen into the glass bottle, dipped it in the black sap in the bottle, took it out, and copied a word that made him restless on a blank parchment paper-
order.
"No quality of water and soil can raise this kind of sap."
Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing's words, handed the small bottle to the fat wizard, turned to look at Zhang Jixin, and slightly corrected the fat wizard's guess just now: "...Is it a parasite or a dead tree?"
Parasites can be parasites, parasite plants, other magical creatures, or even indescribable objects that are separated from the category of ordinary magic.
Zhang Jixin shook his head and replied cautiously: "Before I come, the ruling... Well, they may have reported to the teaching assistant team. In short, my brother and others have not detected any traces of parasites in this thing. Of course, they cannot be ruled out that their level is not enough. The Soul-Returning Poplar is not dead either. It has lush branches and leaves, and the new buds that have just been drawn are tender green. There are several life Soul-Returning Poplar seeds crawling under the tree... Except for the strange color of the sap, there is no other abnormality."
"What about it? Is everything normal around the tree?" Zheng Qing dropped the quill in his hand, with a hint of confusion: "If everything is normal, how did they find that the sap is abnormal?"
The part of the pen tip that had just dipped through the sap had already appeared very obvious corrosion marks, and the two words written in the sap had also charred the parchment paper. With a light shake, the flexible parchment paper sprinkled black ashes as if carbonized.
Several young wizards had a solemn expression.
Zhang Jixin had obviously seen this scene, and was relatively calm, but he could not hide his anxiety.
"The ruling was hunting a sheep at that time. You know, sheep oil is very popular among witches and is a first-class and good prey... Then a wind blade that Qi Qinglan threw out cut on the soul-returning poplar, and the tree flowed down these black saps."
Zhang Jixin finished talking about the origin of the black sap in a long and whispered way, and then added: "Elwin realized that something was wrong, so he let the sheep goat go, and asked the hunting team to collect some black sap... As for the surroundings of the tree, according to Erwin, no abnormalities were found... You should know that Erwin has werewolf blood. If something really is wrong, he will definitely smell it."
Erwin Hoffman is the captain of the Judgment Hunting Team. Like Deng Xiaojian and Qi Qinglan, they are both third-grade students. They have helped Yusui Hunting Team conduct pre-match preparation training - especially Deng Xiaojian, who is also Zheng Qing's cousin of an old friend of Huiziji.
He could not help but smack his lips as he heard these familiar names.
"Since your brother became Lei Zhe, I always thought Erwin would take off his position as captain of the Judgment Hunting Team." Zheng Qing glanced at the red-faced witch and lowered his voice a little: "They had fought for Lei Zhe's position at the beginning..."
"After Professor Emma became the vice principal, Lao Yao did not leave the school."
Zhang Jixin shrugged and complained. After saying that, he seemed to realize that he was a little erratic. He shrank his head and looked at the podium. He confirmed that the dean of Jiuyou College had not arrived yet, so he cleared his throat and plucked up his courage to speak again: "Ahem, I mean, nothing unexpected happens, this should be the last time that these hunters of these groups of people have participated in the spring hunt..."
As he said that, he calculated by his fingers: "Elwin, Deng Xiaojian, Qi Qinglan, Zhao Qiao... Their people are already junior year this year. According to the conventional rules, after entering senior year in the second half of the year, they will basically no longer participate in the school hunting team or similar clubs... In fact, this semester, they have gradually let go and started to let newcomers take office."
Zheng Qing did not ask who the next captain of the Judgment Hunting Team or Jiuyou Hunting Team was.
No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with him.
After all, he will graduate from his first university in less than two months. What is the point of knowing the names of those seniors, peers or juniors?
Wuming's sadness lasted for only a moment.
Xiao Xiao had carefully checked the bottle of black sap and had his own opinion: "According to my opinion, this sap should be taken with some magical alienation... The most common environment is meme-contaminated. And it is a certain kind of bad meme."
"For example?" Zheng Qing was very familiar with the doctor's tone and asked with the flow.
"For example, when a powerful black wizard passed by, he failed to control his energy around him, causing his dissipated aura to invade the soul-returning poplar. Of course, his energy was out of control for only a short moment, so there was only one soul-returning poplar that was eroded. But if the school was willing to spend energy and search carefully, I believe that not far from this tree, there would definitely be other victims."
Xiao Xiao slowly shook the glass, his voice as light as his movements:
"Just like darkness hates light, the magic of the black wizards also hates vitality, so they will turn vitality into dead silence. Do you know about starry sky pollution? This erosion is similar to starry sky pollution... but this black wizard seems to have just advanced and cannot control his own power well. If you guessed correctly, in addition to the darkening of the tree sap, there should be other signs such as grassroots corruption, turbid dew, and hollow stone hearts around this soul-returning poplar."
Zhang Jixin nodded convincingly.
He picked up the pen and quickly wrote a letter to his brother.
He looked back at the paper crane disappearing in the classroom and sighed with relief: "Do you know? Because of the temporary ban last weekend, my brother's spirit is now extremely tense. He has fought against this bottle of black tree sap, which has caused many people in the 'will' to complain... Merlin is on, hoping that it is really eroded by the black magic..."
"Old Yao is here!"
The simple drawing behind the door made the little man's short and sharp reminder instantly quiet the noisy classroom.