"I ...... Blown up?"

Zheng Qing blinked, repeated Mr.'s answer, and only reacted after a while: "I blew up? Can I blow up? Is it the meaning of explosion? What kind of magic principle is this!"

As he muttered, he raised his hand and glanced at the palm and back of his hand.

Perhaps because of the empty space, his palms and backs of his hands look very clean, and the skin on his hands is clean and even a little transparent, so that people can see the blue-black blood vessels and fine muscle textures under the skin at a glance.

"I'm so good at a cat, no, a person, how can I blow it up? I'm just a little angry when I beat the toad...... Why did it blow up?"

"Are wizards so willful?"

"If you have a lot of gas, it will explode? This doesn't conform to the law of conservation of magic!"

He finally regained a little reason from the chaos and confusion, and then slowly crawled back to the waking world with this bit of reason:

"The magic in the universe is neither created nor disappears out of thin air, but only transforms from one form to another or from one individual to another...... Nor can mana be spontaneously transferred from a low-dimensional individual to a high-dimensional individual, and it is impossible to take mana from a single source of mana to completely transform it into a useful effect...... In other words, as a low-level magical activity state, it is impossible for me to trigger a high-dimensional magical tide...... This is not in line with the two laws of conservation of magic!"

Mr. Wu held the teapot and looked at the young wizard with a very satisfied gaze.

"A little smarter than I thought it would be...... At the very least, you didn't stare at me stupidly and couldn't analyze a word. It seems that it worked to get you into school for a while. ”

These words did not answer Zheng Qing's doubts.

"So...... Why did I blow it up?!" The young student took a light breath, trying to clear his mind of distractions and focus on the most crucial questions: "Was it because the spell was used incorrectly......?" What happened to the others? I'm ...... now. Is it dead?"

After the last question, the boy felt his voice tremble slightly, and he immediately swallowed.

"The others have the yellow civet to watch, and it's all fine for the time being. The little girl of the Jiang family...... Oh, even the old lady helped a lot. Mr. Wu took a sip of tea, unhurriedly, and answered Zheng Qing's doubts one by one:

"You didn't blow it up because you didn't use the spell properly. ”

"You're not dead yet...... But the messenger of death is hovering outside this empty space, so it's almost as good as if you're standing outside the Ghost Gate. ”

Hearing this, the boy looked around vigilantly, as if he could see the figures of those Death Messengers. But as far as the eye could see, it was white, not to mention the messengers of death, even the edge of the empty space, he couldn't see it.

Also, is there really a god in charge of death in this world?what is the relationship between him and the wizard?Is there a follower of His Highness in Atlas Academy?Why is there no way for the messenger of death to enter this empty place?Why is the gentleman able to appear in this empty space?

These chaotic thoughts came and went in the minds of young government-funded students, and they did not stop for a moment.

Until Mr. answered Zheng Qing's original question:

"As for why you blew up...... The process is somewhat complicated. But the root cause is relatively simple. ”

"Because you are a forbidden curse. ”

"Well, you can understand it as a big bomb. Bombs, if conditions permit, will naturally be blown up. ”

While speaking, Mr. Wu casually picked up a monk bean from the plate on the small coffee table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Click, click.

......

......

"Click!"

Jiang Yu held on to the rough trunk of the Soul Returning Yang, reluctantly stood up, took a step forward, and stepped on a dry branch, which let out a scream when the branch broke, click, click.

The witch's face turned pale, her arm holding the trunk of the tree trembled slightly, and her long, normally smooth hair became a little messy, with a few ends curled up, and at the same time emitted a burnt smell.

But she didn't care about the details at all.

She turned her head and looked around, her eyes a little panicked. The last impression in her mind was that it was white, like a thousand suns in the sky, and the sky was full of strange brilliance. When she woke up, she was back in the Silent Forest.

There was not a single figure around, not the black cat, not Elena, not Colmar, not Satogua, not even the sheep monster that broke in, not even the insects or birds that were the most numerous in the Silent Forest.

There was a dead silence.

A few steps away, among the grass, lay a worn-out black law book. There was a burnt smell on the book cover, and a black gas could be seen slowly rising from the law book. It was the result of the spell getting out of hand and overloading the spell. Jiang Yu knew that the law book had been completely abolished.

Hoping that the accident would not have any bad effect on her grandmother, the witch prayed in her heart, recalling the scene when the silver-haired old lady finally hugged her, and felt a little warmer.

Then she looked away from the shabby law book, and her arm pushed back a little.

The tree she was holding on to was only a few meters away from the entrance to the small world of the secret realm.

Why did she come back here? What about the others? Are you all right? With these thoughts in mind, the witch staggered, held on to the trunk of the tree, took a few steps forward, turned the tall and lush bushes in front of her, and tried to return to the small world of the secret realm.

But after turning past the bushes, her steps came to an abrupt halt.

After the bushes.

The entrance to the small world is gone.

Disappearing along with it, there was also a large forest of silence - starting from the entrance to the small world of the secret realm, a large area of scorched earth in the shape of a fan radiating appeared in front of the witch's eyes. A blank scorched earth with a few wisps of smoke.

At the edge of the scorched earth were crooked black trees, the leaves on the crown of which had fallen off, and the trunks seemed to be twisted in unison, twisting to the side of the fan that had expanded. Several stones that had been burned out of the glaze were piled up at the foot of the dead trees, covered with a faint layer of black ash.

Keep your head up.

It's a rare sky in a silent forest.

It's just that the gray clouds are like a huge mushroom cover, occupying every corner of this sky, so that people can't see a trace of the color of the sun, nor a little shadow of green and blue.

Jiang Yu felt that his eyes were dark, and his heart suddenly sank into the boundless abyss.

She threw herself to her knees.

Half a step away, there was a charred rabbit, still retaining the appearance of galloping, through its scorched eyes, the witch could vaguely feel the horror and despair of this rabbit when the end came.

She reached out her trembling hand and gently touched the rabbit's ear.

Call......

The charred rabbit instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, and fell down, piling up into a small black and gray mound. The tears that the witch had been accumulating for a long time finally couldn't hold back and flowed down.