The blue-black vines crisscrossed the country, forming a large net of tight lines.

The click of white bone fossils resounded throughout the exhibition hall.

A blue giant, with several young wizards hanging from his waist, holding his head, rampage through the dense white bones, like a traveler through a blizzard, and like a blue hurricane blowing through the white desert.

From time to time, golden sparks can be seen blooming in the darkness.

Some sparks fell on the white bone fossils, leaving a scorched black, while others landed on the blue giants with a rumbling thunder.

The thunder was the roar of the giant's pain.

The thunder began at the entrance of the second hall and continued to the end of the room, until the blue giant passed through the door that was a little narrow for him and entered the third room.

The threshold, door frame, and lintel of the entrance to the exhibition hall were silent as the blue giant and the young wizards passed, but when the white bone fossils tried to cross the line, the gold and silver runes engraved on the door frame and lintel suddenly burst into a brilliant light, forming a thin barrier that was stronger than the thick vines.

The frenzied fossilized bones are kept in the second gallery.

The light seemed to be white, but there was a faint shimmer of colorful light in it, which made people droop their eyelids and dare not look directly.

The white waves crashed against the barrier of light, and the spray shattered, scattering small droplets of water on the ground.

And so the tide receded.

Most of the white waves rolled back, chasing the drop of blood on the branches of the Arala tree. But there are still many weak, stupid and naïve white waves, stranded at the entrance and exit of the third exhibition hall, wandering, wandering, refusing to leave.

Through the thin but unusually tough barrier of light, the young wizards could hear the squeaks of the walls, thresholds, and floors scratched by the fossilized bones on the other side.

The blue giant sat on the ground with his buttocks, his body was like a deflated ball, sneering, from a height of more than ten meters, quickly shrinking to less than two meters.

The rumbling thunder also changed from dull, to loud, to crisp, until faint and clear:

"Hiss...... It hurts me to death!"

Fat Xin gasped, the case on his wrist flashed a bright light, and a large number of bottles and cans fell to the ground, he didn't look closely, it seemed to be indiscriminately rummaging inside, quickly pouring out a bunch of gel-like elixirs, mixing and stirring out a gray color, and then smearing it on the wounds on his body at will, with a rough technique.

The blue intent on him has not completely faded.

I applied these gray ointments.

It looks like a repaired sculpture, even on a booth behind those red ropes, and it doesn't feel obtrusive at all.

When Banner was the Blue Giant, the wounds on his body looked inconspicuous. Blue with a huge mask the extent of the damage. But when he became a fat man, many wounds could no longer be concealed.

The white bone fossils are driven by instinct, and there is no such concept as 'keeping hands', under the criss-crossing wounds, the blue flesh rolls up, and some of the wounds are still surrounded by small electric arcs or steaming black breath, like maggots on tarsal bones, which never dissipate. The off-white ointment only heals wounds, and is powerless against curses and spells that cling to the wounds.

"Good work. ”

Zheng Qing's face turned pale, and he took out a pile of debridement charms and evil dispelling charms from the gray cloth bag, and helped stick them to the wound of the fat man. The rune paper collided with those black breaths and small electric arcs, and in an instant, curling green smoke came out, and after a moment, it turned into a puff of fine ash and fell from the fat man's body.

The blue intent on Banner had faded most of it.

The wound is also mostly healed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took out a steaming chicken leg from his watch, bit it hard, shook his head and sighed: "It's a loss, it's a loss." ”

Zheng Qing knew that the 'too loss' he was talking about was not the injury in the hands of the white bone fossils today, or the loss of those ointments that had just been wasted. It was the hunting team that was caught off guard and did not react quickly enough, which made him feel a little lost.

Edamame jumped out of nowhere, squatted at Zheng Qing's feet, flicked the gray tail indiscriminately, squinted his eyes, and looked at the chicken leg in the fat man's hand.

"Want to?" the fat man touched the grease on the corner of his mouth and glanced down at the dog.

The dog peeked at Zheng Qing for a moment, and then gently and softly meowed.

"If you want you, you have to tell me, how do you know you want it if you don't tell me?" The fat man's stubby fingers brushed the watch case, and another fat chicken leg was taken out by him, sliding a beautiful arc in mid-air.

The dog jumped up, grabbed the chicken leg, and disappeared into the air with a whoosh.

Without a little hesitation.

"That's it?!" The fat man looked at the disappeared dog in shock, and then glanced at Zheng Qing again: "How many times do you wag your tail at me!"

A dusty tail poked out of the void and shook twice in front of the fat man.

Then it retracted again.

On the other side, Xiao Xiao put away the grass and tortoise shell in his hand, and pinched the flame of the white candle on the floor with his fingers. He had just been in the next step of the Divination Hunting Team's plan of action.

"It's not good," said the doctor, "The conclusion of the divination is reversed, and the elder says that we can go according to plan, but the tortoiseshell tells us that the road ahead is full of dangers...... If it weren't for the fact that this museum was confusing my divination, then it meant that tonight's adventure was really a bit adventurous. ”

The young hunters fell silent and looked at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing thought of his husband's prophecy, thought of the dog's discovery, thought of the little girl in the mirror, and the big meal she invited herself to eat, and the warm world in the light of the match.

His gaze was much firmer.

"I have to go. He just made his attitude clear and did not persuade the others to leave. Because he knows that no one else will choose to leave in this situation.

"Well, the divination also shows that a firm belief is a necessary condition for smoothing out the dangers ahead. ”

Xiao Xiao nodded, seemingly satisfied with the choice of the public-funded student, and then he lifted his glasses and looked around: "In addition to the fat man, is there anyone else injured?"

Almost everyone shook their heads.

The reason why I said almost was because when Zheng Qing shook his head for the first time, he touched his whole body with his hand, wanting to confirm whether the parts on his body were still intact.

Then his fingers tingled.

It was a wound from a previous puncture on the alala wood, and there was a slight residual pain.

The young student opened his mouth, intending to make a joke.

Then his smile froze at the corners of his mouth.