Chapter Forty-Eight: The Flying Centipede

Maybe it's because of the collision of the dead rat demon in the cage, which caused the lights and insects to be uneasy;

Perhaps because of the predation of the flying centipedes in the box, it poses a threat to the lampworms;

The light that shone from the dragon's blood vine began to flicker and darken, like a light with unstable voltage. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This caused some trouble for the fat man Xin who was observing the death rat demon.

Of course, this change in light and darkness did not affect his ability to judge the cause of the rat demon's death.

"The brains are gone. Wearing deerskin gloves, he held a knife in one hand and tweezers in the other, flipping the rat demon's limp scalp and glancing up at his companions.

Xiao Xiao bowed silently: "It's indeed the same as the rumors." ”

Zheng Qing struggled to get to the front and saw the mouse's empty braincase.

The back of the mouse in the cage has been cut open with Xin's scalpel, and it can be clearly seen that the brain marrow of the rat demon has been sucked clean.

"As you can see, the flying centipede will strike quickly when the demon gets close, sucking the demon's brain. The wandering wizard explained beside him: "Wearing it is equivalent to wearing a purple ribbon fairy robe, which is enough for you to avoid most of the risks on campus." ”

"What if there's a big demon on the other side?" Zheng Qing asked with a bit of a brain.

Before the wandering wizard could answer, Fat Xin had already said with a look of disdain: "Encounter the big demon here, unless the old men of the Great Wizard Council are all dead! This is the first university! The core of the power of the wizarding world! Even the Siren King and the Lich King can't put their claws in." ”

"You can chop it up if you reach in. Zhang Jixin nodded and agreed.

"If there is an accident in the Black Prison, it is possible for the big demon to break in. Xiao Xiao interjected coldly.

Xin and Zhang Jixin gasped at the same time, as if Xiao Xiao had said something rebellious.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

The lights and insects on the dragon's blood vine overhead even briefly converged their brilliance, plunging the room into darkness.

"Absolutely impossible!" said Fat Xin, waving his hand repeatedly.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Jixin's face turned a little purple.

"Child's words, children's words!" the wandering wizard also spoke, playing a round on the side.

Zheng Qing was a little dazed.

He didn't know anything about the name Black Prison, so it wasn't clear why several people reacted so strongly.

But he knows another fact:

Although Xiao Xiao is short, he definitely doesn't belong to children anymore...... At least a teenager. In the dark, he said with a grin.

No one paid attention to his quips.

When the lights came back on, he turned his puzzled gaze to Xiao Xiao.

But the watermelon-headed boy buried his head in his notebook and pretended not to see.

"If you encounter a big demon, of course this little bug can't do anything. The wandering wizard chuckled, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere in the room, "But its potential is amazing. ”

"As far as I know, the abilities of these ancient insects will become stronger with age...... Just like vampires, the older the vampire, the more powerful they are. ”

"It is said that Shaoxing Zhou has an ancestral insect of a flying centipede, which has a lifespan of more than 1,000 years and is abnormally strong. Ordinary demons are basically weak and weak under its breath, and they are powerless to resist. Even the big demons can't avoid it. It is rumored that the ancestral worm was enshrined in the ancestral hall by the Zhou clan to guard the foundation of the Zhou clan. ”

"Of course, ordinary flying centipedes can only cure wild demons that can't cure the climate. If you want to tune it better, the cost will be very staggering. ”

"How do they find their prey?" Fat Xin was re-grasping the tweezers and knives, looking through the remains of the rat demon, hearing this, he asked curiously: "What do they look like?"

"Flying centipedes have no sense of touch or smell, they judge their prey by their breath, and they only attack demons with weak breath. Just like this flying centipede, it can only deal with ordinary wandering demons. ”

"As for its form," the wandering wizard shook his head, "it's hard to describe...... All I can say is that it's not like you might think. First, there is an elective course called 'Perverted Lives' in the senior year of the first university, which may cover these aspects. ”

"If it's full, will it attack demons?" Xiao Xiao opened his notebook and asked without raising his head while sketching quickly.

Looking at the focused attitude of several companions, Zheng Qing had a strange feeling.

The private room seems to have become a classroom, and the wandering wizard is the teacher, and everyone is studying seriously around the teacher.

The wandering wizards also seem to enjoy the atmosphere, and answer their questions endlessly:

"When the flying centipede is not full. ”

"For these little things, the black box is not only a place to stay, but also a storage room. Flying centipedes will transform food that cannot be eaten temporarily into a kind of high-energy crystals to cope with food shortages. This crystal, known as 'Wuling Gum', is an expensive active ingredient that has been used in many pharmaceutical agents and experiments. ”

"I think it's a bit small. Zheng Qing pinched his chin and looked at the black box thoughtfully.

"This flying centipede has not yet been refined, so it can only sense the demonic aura within ten steps. The wandering wizard explained with a smile: "The flying centipede after the sacrifice can ensure the safety of the owner within 100 meters. ”

"Sacrifice, how to sacrifice?" Zheng Qing thought of the rough old man in Shangyuan's bookstore.

"It's very simple. Drip hot blood from your fingertips into the pores the size of a grain of rice at the top of the box, nine times a day, seven hundred and forty-nine days of blood feeding, and you can establish a preliminary telepathy with the flying centipede. ”

The wandering wizard held the vermilion lacquer locket and demonstrated in front of Zheng Qing: "If you can make this small box into a pendant and keep it day and night, then the communication effect will be better." On weekdays, a lot of effort is saved when feeding. ”

"I still need to feed it?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but ask, "Is there a risk?Will it get out of control?" For example, if I have some demon blood on my body, will he pounce on me and suck my brain away?"

"To be precise, the flying centipedes after the sacrifice do not need to be specially fed on weekdays. The wandering wizard emphasized, "Just like the demonized mouse just now, it is enough for it to consume for ten months...... If you need it, I've got a dozen demonized creatures ready in my shop. ”

"As for the risk of getting out of control, as far as I know, there are no reports of it. The wandering wizard concluded cautiously at the end.

"In other words, this is an ancient worm that requires me to sacrifice with blood, is placed close to my body, has an unknown form, and has a penchant for brains. Zheng Qing had many terrifying pictures in his mind, and he couldn't help but shake his head, his back was a little cold, and he thanked the little black box in front of him: "I think it's better to change to a gentler talisman." ”

"Don't mind! This little thing looks good, don't miss it. Fat Xin pulled his throat and persuaded.

"It's a rarity. Zhang Jixin took out his black donkey hooves, touched them a few times reluctantly, and stuffed them into Zheng Qing's arms: "This is for you, I want a flying centipede!"

As he spoke, he shoved the small box that grabbed the flying centipede into his pocket.

"How old are you......" Zheng Qing held the shriveled black donkey's hooves and looked at the red-faced boy very speechlessly: "It looks very stable, how to do things like a child." ”

"He looks steady?" Xin Fat Man had an expression of eating: "Then am I a diet pacesetter!"

So, the two stout boys began to glare angrily again.