Xiao Xiao stared at the small glass bottle and adjusted his glasses.
Fatty Xin scratched his chin with the feather behind his pen.
Zheng Qing picked up the small glass bottle very simply, shook it, and observed the hanging state of the black liquid. Then, with Zhang Jixin's permissive eyes, he took off the cork of the bottle, carefully fanned the wind, and sniffed the bottle.
The smell overflowing.
A breath of deathly silence came to my face.
Zheng Qing never knew that deathly silence could become a taste.
It doesn't have the smell of dry coal, nor the smell of hot sulfur of magma, nor does it have a trace of rancidity. It's just very simple, and you can't feel a trace of vitality and vitality.
"What is this?" He handed the bottle to the doctor and frowned at the red-faced wizard.
"uncertain."
Zhang Jixin was a little uneasy, but also looked at Xiao Xiao expectantly, as if hoping that the doctor could give a definite answer: "This is the sap cut from a Soul-Returning Poplar when the Judgment Hunting Team went on a spring hunt..."
“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 hands and moved his head forward, as if he wanted to see more clearly: "Is the soul-returning poplar dead? Or is it parasitized?
What kind of strange bugs are there? Or maybe the water and soil near it are of poor quality?"
Zheng Qing also took out a quill pen from his pocket.
It's just that he didn't record anything. Instead, he put the pen tip into the glass bottle, dipped it in the black sap in the bottle, took it out, and copied a word on a blank parchment that made him uneasy -
order.
"No amount of water and soil of any quality can grow this kind of sap."
Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing's handwriting, handed the small bottle to the fat wizard, turned to look at Zhang Jixin, and slightly revised the fat wizard's guess: "...is it a parasite or a dead tree?"
Parasites can be parasites, parasitic plants, other magical creatures, or even indescribable things that are outside the scope of ordinary magic.
Zhang Jixin shook his head and replied cautiously: "Before I came, the ruling... Well, maybe they have reported it to the teaching assistants. In short, my brother and the others did not detect any trace of parasites in this thing. Of course.
, it cannot be ruled out that their level is not good enough. The Soul-Returning Poplar tree is not dead either. It has lush branches and leaves, and the new buds that have just been sprouted are tender green. There are several life-sized Soul-Returning Poplar seeds still crawling under the tree...except for the color of the sap.
Weird, nothing else unusual."
"What about the surrounding area? Is everything normal around the tree?" Zheng Qing dropped the quill in his hand, with a hint of confusion in his tone: "If everything is normal, how did they discover that the sap was abnormal?"
The part of the pen tip that had just been dipped in the tree sap had already shown very obvious traces of corrosion, and the two words written with the tree sap had also eroded the parchment into black streaks. With a slight shake, the pliable parchment seemed to be carbonized.
Like a cloud of black ashes.
Several young wizards looked solemn.
Zhang Jixin had obviously seen this scene before and was relatively calm, but he could not hide his uneasiness.
"Judgment was hunting a sheep at the time. As you know, sheep oil is very popular among witches and is a first-class prey... Then Qi Qinglan threw a wind blade and cut into the soul-returning poplar tree.
That tree just shed this black sap."
Zhang Jixin finished his lengthy explanation of the origin of the black sap, paused, and then added: "Erwin realized something was wrong, let the sheep go, and let the hunting team collect some black sap... As for
According to Erwin, nothing unusual was found around the tree... You should know that Erwin has werewolf blood, and if there is anything really wrong, he will definitely be able to smell it."
Erwin Hoffman is the captain of the Judgment Hunting Team. Like Deng Xiaojian and Qi Qinglan, they are all third-year veterans. He once helped the Forgiveness Hunting Team conduct pre-match training - especially Deng Xiaojian and Zheng Qing in Hui Zi Ji.
An old friend's cousin.
Hearing these familiar names at this moment, he couldn't help but smack his lips.
"Ever since your brother became Lei Zhe, I always thought that Erwin would step down from his position as captain of the Judgment Hunting Team." Zheng Qing glanced at the red-faced wizard and lowered his voice slightly: "Back then, they competed for Lei Zhe.
Location……"
"After Professor Emma became the vice-principal, Lao Yao didn't leave the school."
Zhang Jixin shrugged his shoulders and complained. After the words came out, he seemed to realize that he was a little embarrassed. He glanced at the podium with his head shrunk to confirm that the dean of Jiuyou College had not come yet, then he cleared his throat and plucked up the courage to speak again:
"Ahem, I mean, if nothing else, this should be the last time this group of hunters will participate in the spring hunting..."
As he spoke, he counted on his fingers: "Elwin, Deng Xiaojian, Qi Qinglan, Zhao Qiao... These people are already juniors this year. According to the established rules, after they enter senior year in the second half of the year, they will basically stop participating.
The work of the school hunting team or similar clubs... In fact, this semester, they have gradually let go and started to let new people take up the positions."
Zheng Qing did not ask who the next captain of the Judgment Hunting Team or the Jiuyou Hunting Team would be.
No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with him.
After all, he will graduate from the First University in less than two months. What's the point of knowing the names of his seniors, peers or juniors?
The nameless sadness only lasted for a moment.
Xiao Xiao has carefully examined the bottle of black sap and has his own opinion: "In my opinion, this sap should belong to some kind of magical alienation... most commonly found in meme-polluted environments.
And it’s some kind of bad meme.”
"For example?" Zheng Qing was very familiar with the doctor's tone and asked accordingly.
"For example, when a powerful dark wizard passed by, he failed to control his Qi, causing his dissipated breath to infect the soul-returning poplar tree. Of course, his Qi was out of control only for a short moment, so that's why
There will be situations where only one Resurrection Poplar tree is eroded. But if the school is willing to spend energy and search carefully, I believe that there will definitely be other victims not far from this tree."
Xiao Xiao slowly shook the glass, his voice as light as his movements:
"Just as darkness hates light, the magic power of black wizards also hates life, so they will turn life into death. Do you know starry sky pollution? This kind of erosion is similar to starry sky pollution... except that this dark wizard seems to have just advanced and cannot quickly
It is better to control your own power. If you guessed correctly, in addition to the blackening of the sap, there should be other signs such as rotten grass roots, turbid dew, and hollow stone hearts near this Soul-Returning Poplar."
Zhang Jixin nodded convinced.
He picked up his pen and quickly wrote a letter to his brother.
Watching the paper crane disappear into the classroom, he looked back and breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you know? Because of the temporary ban last weekend, my brother's spirit is extremely tense now, and he went to war with this bottle of black sap.
This caused many people in the Will to criticize... Merlin, I hope it is really corroded by dark magic..."
"Old Yao is here!"
The short and sharp reminder from the little stick figure behind the door instantly silenced the noisy classroom.