The sun is setting in the west, and the tired birds are home. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young freshmen finally finished their work by the mud pond and dragged their tired bodies away from the lakeside.

"After a hard afternoon, I will give a credit as a result. Zheng Qing rubbed his sore shoulders, stared at the bright red number on the student card, and sighed mournfully.

"Blame us?" Zhang Jixin rolled his eyes and snorted.

His originally red face was deeply processed by the scorching sun, and it was even more red and purple, and red and black. It also made his temper more and more irritable.

Zheng Qing remembered that he had forcibly taken over this matter, and pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"A credit is not bad," Duan Xiaojian played the round and smiled: "You know, many people can't earn a single credit after working hard for a week...... I'm very satisfied anyway. ”

"And the lunch was good. The fat man wiped his mouth unsatisfied.

"If you still want to eat that kind of hearty boxed lunch, then come to the Bell Lake Pier after class tomorrow and do a little favor, the food is enough!" The old man Verne's rough laughter sounded behind several young people, startling them.

Zheng Qing turned around, and the old school worker was striding over with a wooden cane.

Lord May dragged her tail and lazily followed him at her feet.

"How is it, little fat man, are you coming?" the old school worker's mouth curled: "Enough food!"

Fat Xin's face turned red, then pale, then a little blue, and finally turned black like the bottom of the pot.

Zheng Qing never knew that a face could change so many colors.

This made him greatly admired.

Of course, now is not the time to admire the speed at which fat people change their faces.

"Where are you going?" Duan Xiaojian smiled and leaned over to the old man.

"Where are you going?" the old school worker puffed out heavily with his nose: "Go to the back garden and find those professors who are hiding in the fine house and sleeping soundly...... On a hot day, even the first-grade dolls are working, and they are sleeping comfortably!"

"Have you found the murderer?" Zhang Jixin shouted urgently.

"It's not that easy," the old man Verne shook his head, but nodded again, "But it's a bit of an eyebrow." ”

"It's a bug, right!" Zheng Qing looked at the old man with certainty.

The others straightened their ears suddenly.

"Hmph. The old man glanced at them with a smile, and his cane paused, and his feet did not touch the ground, but he drifted straight away.

There was only one sentence left, and it slowly drifted into their ears with the evening breeze.

"Don't guess, don't talk, don't believe rumors...... Although you are in the first university, this is the ninth university after all. ”

The young wizards watched in amazement as the old man disappeared from their field of vision, completely oblivious to the magic he was using.

"This is the legendary eight-step cicada!" Zhang Jixin was convinced: "It is said that the old school workers in the school are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and this is true to me!"

"What are eight steps to catch cicadas and nine steps to fly into the sky," Xin Fat Man scoffed: "It's obviously a flash of magic! Very old-school magic tricks...... It's just that young people rarely practice nowadays. ”

Zheng Qing stared at the old man's disappearing back and smacked his lips, but he was puzzled by the wording of his last sentence.

"What do he mean by rumors," the public scholarship student looked around.

However, the friends around him shrugged their shoulders and spread their hands, saying that they had been selling coolies with him all afternoon, and they were naturally confused.

Until you push open the dorm door.

Zheng Qing's question was only slightly answered.

A gleaming bronze mirror was hung on the chandelier overhead with thin wires, and it hung brightly in the center of the dormitory, spinning slowly.

The rays of the setting sun outside the window shine through the glass and fall on the bronze mirror, sweeping the room as it slowly turns.

As soon as Zheng Qing opened the door, he happened to see the light swept by the bronze mirror, and he was immediately blinded.

"What's that!" he squinted and shouted, "What's in the house?"

"It's just a mirror to ward off evil spirits. Dylan's amiable voice came from the balcony: "Be careful when you enter the door, don't step on the fruits of my labor!"

Zheng Qingwu stood at the door and rubbed his eyes, and the fat man behind him had already squeezed him away impatiently and jumped in.

"Wow!" the fat man's exclamations rang out one after another: "Amazing!"

"Is this a peachwood sword? It's made of lightning strike wood! I can see the electric sparks jumping on it!"

"It's not a spark, it's just a ripple of magic. Xiao Xiao's calm voice also sounded in the dormitory: "Also, if you continue to touch that sword with your hands, I bet you won't be able to eat with utensils tomorrow." ”

Zheng Qing stepped on the indigo carpet.

A puff of soot rose into the air, and the smell of choking ravaged his sense of smell.

"What is this!" Zheng Qing fluttered his arms, his eyes were red, his nose was covered, and his eyes were full of tears.

"You mean grass lime?" Dylan's head poked out of the sliding door of the balcony, revealing a sunburned, red face, "Just put your feet lightly...... Don't jump around the house and choke yourself easily. ”

"Grass lime is an old recipe for getting rid of voodoo Gu worms made of calamus, mugwort, and peach branches burned into ashes, mixed with dead jade powder," Xin Fat Man didn't care about the dusty smell in the house at all, and fell on the bed, explaining playfully: "This is the cleaning medicine that used to be used in wizards' homes. ”

Zheng Qing held his breath and concentrated, carefully settled on the carpet, and looked around.

"So," he said, looking up at Dylan, "you're doing something in the house!"

Dylan was kneeling in front of the small door on the balcony, with an iron ruler in his mouth and a carving knife in his hand, carving something on the door frame with one stroke at a time.

His usual neat blue robe was stained and crumpled.

Hearing Zheng Qing's question, he didn't answer immediately.

It wasn't until the matter at hand was over that Dylan took off the iron ruler in his mouth, buckled his upper and lower teeth, inhaled the cold air and said, "Just like you see...... I'm adding some protection to my dorm. You're back just in time, draw ten and eight evil charms and put more stickers in the house, yes!"

"What?" Zheng Qing looked confused: "Why...... What are you doing?"

"Now the demons, stop the evil spirit, and drive away the evil spirits. ”

"Exorcising ghosts?" Zheng Qing was surprised: "Where are the ghosts!"

"Don't you know?" the vampire werewolf pouted, put his eyes on the door frame, carefully examined the runes he had carved, and hummed without looking back, "It's still your school's pot...... An invisible demon has come into your academy and caused a horde of magical creatures, and we students from other houses who have lodged at the academy are also frightened. ”

"Invisible Demon?" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

"The turtle is lying in wait, and the kappa is old. This is a great omen! It means that an invisible demon has descended on this school......" Dylan finally straightened up, turned his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Zheng Qing solemnly, and warned: "You have little common sense, I won't lie to you!"

Zheng Qing nodded suspiciously, but did not say anything.

He clearly remembered that the old school worker had mentioned that the culprit on the shore of Linzhong Lake was not a demon.