Chapter 179: You have little common sense, I won’t lie to you!
The sun sets in the west, and the tired birds return to their nests.
The young freshmen finally finished working beside the pond and dragged their exhausted bodies away from the lakeside.
"After working hard all afternoon, I'll give you one credit." Zheng Qing rubbed his sore shoulders, stared at the bright red numbers on the student card, and sighed sadly.
"Is it our fault?" Zhang Jixin rolled his eyes and hummed.
His originally red face was deeply processed by the scorching sun, and became even more red, purple, and black. This also made his temper even more irritable.
Zheng Qing thought about the fact that he had taken it by force, and he twitched his lips in embarrassment.
"One credit is not bad," Duan Xiaojian tried to smooth things over, chuckling: "You know, many people work hard for a week and can't even earn a single credit... Anyway, I'm very satisfied."
"And lunch is not bad either." Fatty Xin wiped his mouth with contentment.
"If you still want to eat that kind of sumptuous box lunch, then come to Zhonghu Pier after class tomorrow and do a little favor, and the food will be enough!" Old Man Verne's rough laughter sounded behind several young people.
They were startled.
Zheng Qing turned around and saw the old school worker striding over with a wooden stick.
Lord May dragged his tail and followed lazily at his feet.
"How about it, little fat guy, are you coming?" The old school worker's lips curled up: "The food is enough!"
Fatty Xin's face turned red, then pale, then a little blue, and finally turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Zheng Qing never knew that a face could have so many colors.
This greatly impressed him.
Of course, now is not the time to admire the fat man's speed at changing his face.
"Where are you going?" Duan Xiaojian approached the old man with a smile on his face.
"Where to go?" The old school worker snorted heavily: "Go to the back garden to find those professors who are hiding in the monastery and sleeping... On a hot day, even the first-year children are working, and they are
Sleep comfortably!”
"Have you found the murderer?" Zhang Jixin shouted anxiously.
"It's not that easy." Old Man Verne shook his head, but then nodded: "But there are indeed some clues."
"It's a bug, right?" Zheng Qing looked at the old man with certainty.
The others immediately raised their ears.
"Humph." The old man glanced at them with a half-smile, paused his cane, and floated away without even touching the ground.
There was only one sentence left, which slowly drifted into their ears along with the evening breeze.
"Don't make random guesses, don't talk nonsense, don't believe in rumors and spread rumors... Although you are at First University, this is a Jiuyou University after all."
The young wizards watched in stunned silence as the old man disappeared from their sight in a few steps, without even noticing what magic he used.
"This is the legendary eight steps to catch the cicada!" Zhang Jixin said with admiration: "They say that among the old school workers, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I honestly don't deceive you!"
"You can catch a cicada in eight steps or fly to the sky in nine steps," Fatty Xin sneered: "It's obviously a flash of magic! A very old-school magic technique... but young people rarely practice it nowadays."
Zheng Qing stared longingly at the old man's disappearing back, smacking his lips, but was puzzled by the wording of his last sentence.
"What do you mean by rumors?" the public student looked around.
However, the friends around him shrugged and spread their hands, saying that they had been working hard with him all afternoon, so naturally they were confused.
Until the dormitory door is pushed open.
Only then did Zheng Qing get some answers to his questions.
A shiny bronze mirror was hung on a chandelier overhead by a thin wire, hanging brightly in the center of the dormitory, spinning slowly.
The sunset light outside the window passes through the glass and falls on the bronze mirror. As it rotates slowly, it sweeps the entire room.
As soon as Zheng Qing opened the door, he happened to see the light coming from the bronze mirror, which immediately blinded him.
"What is that!" he shouted, squinting his eyes: "What is that in the house?"
"It's just a mirror to ward off evil spirits." Dylan's kind voice came from the balcony: "Be careful when you enter, don't step on the fruits of my labor!"
Zheng Qingwu stood at the door rubbing his eyes. Fatty Xin behind him had already squeezed him away impatiently and jumped in.
"Oh!" Fatty's exclamations sounded one after another: "That's great!"
"Is this a mahogany sword? It's made of lightning strike wood! I can even see the electric sparks jumping on it!"
"That's not an electric spark, it's just a wave of magic flowing out." 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 tableware tomorrow.
Already."
Zheng Qing stepped on the indigo carpet.
A puff of soot rose into the sky, and the pungent smell ravaged his sense of smell.
"What is this!" Zheng Qing fluttered his arms, his eyes were red, he was covering his nose, and tears were streaming down his face.
"You mean straw lime?" Dylan's head poked out from the sliding door of the balcony, revealing a face that was red from the sun: "Just put your foot down a little bit... don't jump around in the house, it's easy to choke.
Own."
"Grass lime is an old recipe for getting rid of voodoo poisonous insects by burning calamus, mugwort and peach branches into ashes and mixing them with dead jade powder." Fatty Xin didn't care at all about the dusty smell in the room, and nodded
He fell down on the bed and explained in a show-off manner: "This is a cleaning potion that was always kept in wizards' homes in the past."
Zheng Qing held his breath, carefully placed his feet on the carpet, and looked around.
"So," he raised his head and looked at Dylan: "You are doing something stupid in the house!"
Dylan was kneeling in front of the small door on the balcony, holding an iron ruler in his mouth and a carving knife in his hand, carving something on the door frame stroke by stroke.
His normally neat blue robe was stained and looked wrinkled.
Hearing Zheng Qing's question, he did not answer immediately.
It wasn't until the matter at hand came to an end that Dylan took off the iron ruler from his mouth, clasped his upper and lower teeth together, and said with a breath of air conditioning: "As you can see... I'm adding some protection to the dormitory. You came back just in time.
, quickly draw ten or eight talismans to ward off evil spirits, and stick more of them in the house, you will be right!"
"What?" Zheng Qing looked confused: "Why!...What are you doing!"
"Reveal evil spirits, stop evil spirits, and drive out evil spirits."
"Expelling ghosts?" Zheng Qing was greatly surprised: "Where are the ghosts?"
"Don't you know?" The vampire werewolf stuck out his butt, put his eyes to the door frame, carefully examined the runes he had carved, and hummed without looking back: "It's still your school's fault... Your school ran in with an invisible figure.
The devil brought disaster to a group of magical creatures, and caused us students from other colleges who boarded in the school to become frightened."
"Invisible demon?" Zheng Qing was confused.
"The turtle is lying dead, the kappa is old and old. This is a bad 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, and looked seriously
Zheng Qing warned: "You have little common sense, I won't lie to you!"
Zheng Qing nodded suspiciously and did not say anything.
He clearly remembered that the old school worker mentioned that the culprit at Linzhong Lake was not a monster.