Chapter 124 - Flying Centipede
Opening Chapter 124 of "High School of Demon Hunting": Perhaps it was the surge of the dead rat demonâs essence in the cage that... Read on for more!
Perhaps it was the surge of the dead rat demonâs essence in the cage that unsettled the fireflies;
Or perhaps it was the hunting of the flying centipede inside the box that threatened the fireflies;
The light shed by the Dragonblood Vine started to flicker unpredictably, resembling the light of an unstable voltage bulb.
This caused some issues for Xin Fat Man, who was observing the dead rat demon.
Of course, these light fluctuations didnât prevent him from determining the cause of the rat demonâs death.
âThe brain matter is gone,â he said, wearing deer-skin gloves, one hand gripping a long-handled knife, the other holding a pair of tweezers, flipping through the limp scalp of the rat demon, and looked up at his companions.
Xiao Xiao nodded silently: âIndeed, itâs as the rumors stated.â
Zheng Qing tried to get a closer look and saw the empty skull of the rat.
The back of the ratâs head in the cage had been split open by Xinâs scalpel, revealing that the rat demonâs brain had been completely drained.
âAs you can see, the flying centipede will quickly strike when the demon approaches, sucking the brain matter of the demon,â the Wandering Wizard explained on the side: âWith it, itâs like wearing a purple ribbon fairy robe, which can help you avoid most of the risks within the campus.â
âWhat if itâs a big demon?â Zheng Qing asked curiously.
Before the Wandering Wizard could answer, Xin Fat Man disdainfully said, âMeeting a big demon here?
Only if all the old men at the grand wizard meeting have died!
This is the first university!
The core area of the wizard world!
Even the sea demon king and the witch demon king couldnât extend their claws here.â
âEven if they did, weâd chop them off,â Zhang Ji Xin nodded, deeply agreeing.
âIf there is an accident in the Black Prison, it might let a big demon break in,â Xiao Xiao suddenly interjected.
Xin and Zhang Ji Xin both inhaled sharply, as if Xiao Xiao had said something blasphemous.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop considerably all of a sudden.
The fireflies on the Dragonblood Vine above even temporarily dimmed their glow, plunging the room into darkness.
âAbsolutely impossible!â Xin Fat Man waved his hands repeatedly.
âNonsense!â Zhang Ji Xin blushed, looking somewhat purple.
âA kidâs innocent babble, just innocent babble!â The Wandering Wizard also spoke up, playing peacemaker in this fraught situation.
Zheng Qing was a bit perplexed.
He knew nothing about this âBlack Prisonâ, so he was not clear why the others reacted so strongly.
But he knew another fact:
âAlthough Xiao Xiao is short, heâs definitely no longer a childâŚ
at least a teenager.â He chuckled in the dark.
No one responded to his playful remark.
When the light in the room came on again, he cast his questioning gaze towards Xiao Xiao.
But Watermelon Head was burying his head in his notebook, pretending not to see.
âOf course, this little bug is powerless against a big demon,â the Wandering Wizard laughed lightly, breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere in the room: âBut its potential is quite astonishing.â
âFrom what I know, the abilities of these ancient abnormal insects grow stronger with ageâŚ
itâs like vampires, the older the vampire, the stronger they become.â
âItâs said that the Zhou Family of Shaoxing possesses an ancestral flying centipede, lived for over a thousand years, incredibly powerful.
Ordinary demons become weak and helpless under its aura, even the larger demons canât avoid it.
Rumour has it that the ancestral centipede is revered in the familyâs temple, safeguarding the Zhou familyâs foundation.â
âOf course, a typical flying centipede could only manage common wild demons.
To train it to be outperforming, the cost would be quite astonishing.â
âHow does it find its prey?â Xin Fat Man, who was re-examining the remains of the rat demon with tweezers and a scalpel, curiously asked, âWhat do they look like?â
âFlying centipedes have no touch or smell, and they determine their prey through aura; they only attack demons with weaker auras.
Like this flying centipede, it could only handle ordinary wandering wild demons.â
âAs for its form,â the Wandering Wizard shook his head, âitâs hard to describeâŚ
I can only say itâs not like the ordinary insects youâre imagining.
In the first major college, there is an optional course on âMetamorphic Lifeâ that might cover these aspects.â
âIf itâs full, will it still attack demons?â Xiao Xiao opened her notebook, furiously sketching while asking without looking up.
Watching his colleaguesâ focused attitude, Zheng Qing felt a peculiar sensation.
The private room seemed to transform into a classroom, the Wandering Wizard taking on the role of the teacher and everyone studying diligently around him.
The Wandering Wizard seemed to enjoy this atmosphere, answering their questions exhaustively:
âFlying centipedes donât have a concept of fullness.â
âFor these little creatures, the black box not only provides a place to stay but also serves as their pantry.
The flying centipede turns the uneaten food into a type of high-energy crystal for days when food is scarce.
This crystal is called âWuling Glueâ, a costly raw material used in various potions and experiments.â
âI think its defensive range is a bit small.â Peering at the black box thoughtfully, Zheng Qing said, stroking his chin.
âThis flying centipede hasnât been refined, so it can only sense demon auras within ten steps.â The Wandering Wizard explained with a grin, âA refined centipede could guarantee the Feed Masterâs safety within a hundred meters.â
âRefined?
How to refine?â Zheng Qing recalled the crude old man in the Shangyuan bookstore.
âItâs straightforward.
Drip the warm blood from your fingertips into this small airhole atop the box, nine times a day, blood-feeding for forty-nine days, you would establish preliminary telepathy with the flying centipede.â
The Wandering Wizard held up the little lacquer box as he demonstrated to Zheng Qing, âIf you could make this little box into a pendant and keep it with you day and night, the communication would be even better.
This would also save you a lot of work while feeding it daily.â
âSo, I have to feed it too?â Zheng Qing could not help asking, âIs there any risk?
Could it go out of control?
For example, if I accidentally got some demon blood on me, would it pounce and suck out my brain?â
âTo be precise, a refined flying centipede doesnât require special feeding on normal days.â the Wandering Wizard emphasized, âLike the demon-possessed mouse earlier, it could suffice for ten daysâŚ
If you need it, my shop can always provide a dozen minor demons.â
âAs for the risk of losing control, to my knowledge, there are no relevant reports.â The Wandering Wizard finally concluded prudently.
âIn other words, this is an ancient bug that needs my blood sacrifice, to be kept close to me, unknown form, and loves brains.â A series of horrific images flashed through Zheng Qingâs mind.
He couldnât help but shake his head and politely decline the small black box in front of him, âI think I should opt for a gentler amulet.â
âDonât refuse!
This little thing looks rather good, donât miss out on it.â Xin Fat Man chimes in, trying to convince Zheng Qing.
âCertainly an unusual creature.â Zhang Ji Xin took out his own Black Donkeyâs Hoof, rubbed it fondly a few times before reluctantly stuffing it into Zheng Qingâs arms, âHere, Iâll take the flying centipede!â
With that, he grabbed the small box containing the flying centipede and crammed it into his own pocket.
âReally, how old are youâŚâ Zheng Qing, holding the shriveled Black Donkeyâs Hoof, looked at the red-faced boy speechlessly, âyou look rather mature, yet you act like a child.â
âHe looks mature?â Xin Fat Man had an incredulous look on his face, âThen am I a dieting champion!â
Thus, the two burly boys began glaring at each other again.