Chapter 151 - Horus
Chapter 151 of "High School of Demon Hunting" begins revealing exciting developments: The door to the study slowly creaked open.A cool breeze swept through, carrying away the... Donât stop now!
The door to the study slowly creaked open.
A cool breeze swept through, carrying away the remaining burnt smell in the room.
The hung cloth curtain at the window fluttered faintly.
âCreak,â the door was shut again, leaving a ripple of unease outside.
The old servant, Constantin, cradling a delicate silver tea set, slowly entered the study.
After serving two guests a piping hot sweet tea, he finally could not resist sniffling a bit.
âMaster,â he said, looking at the doctor with a puzzled look, but refrained from speaking further.
âItâs alright,â Doctor Du Zemu reassured him, gesturing that he could step back.
The old servant hesitated for a moment, respectfully made a farewell gesture, and then withdrew.
The young Red Robe Wizards were still immersed in the shock brought by the flame just now.
A bug that, for survival, can metamorphose into a dried husk and endure great hardships, only to be consumed in a sea of fire on their day of resurrection.
This sense of helplessness brought about an inexplicable melancholy.
Zheng Qing took a sip of his tea; the rich sweetness mingling with the scorching taste made him involuntarily gasp softly.
âTherefore, as you saw at the end, sacred scarabs love dry conditions and sunshine, but they fear flames the most.
It must be said, this is a massive paradox,â Doctor Du Zemu gently stirred the ash in the bowl with a glass rod, wrapping up in a strange tone, âHowever, the wizarding world is always filled with such contradictionsâŚor paradoxes.â
âThank you very much for your guidance.â Jiang Yu put down her tea cup, and slightly nodded in gratitude.
âYouâre welcome; I believe youâll need these pieces of knowledge sooner or later,â The doctor tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a pleased smile, âMy little darlingsâŚâ
With that, he tapped on the side of the thick aquarium with his glass rod.
The carrion beetles, which were previously cling tight on the skull, scattered in the sharp tap, scurrying to the deeper crevices of the aquarium.
But in such a narrow space, this proved to be futile.
âThey told me that the school has some unwelcome guests.â
âUnwelcome guests?â Zheng Qing asked, slightly confused.
âA group?â Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow.
âEvery cluster of carrion beetles has a strong sense of territory,â Doctor Du Zemu dropped the glass rod, spread his arms, and explained, âWithin this range, any foreign invaders make them uneasyâŚjust like now.â
Zheng Qing turned his head to take a good look at the aquarium.
The scattered carrion beetles, startled by the noise, once again formed a group, settling on the skull.
âIf it were just some creatures from the silent forest passing through the campus, they wouldnât be this nervous,â Doctor Du Zemu lowered his arms, giving a solemn look at the bugs, âOnly invaders from outside the island would make these natural predators feel uneasy, huddling together and trembling.â
âInvaders from outside the island.â Zheng Qing licked his lips, asking hesitantly, âCould it possibly be demons?â
âDemons?â The doctor shook his head, apologizing, âPerhaps I didnât explain clearly just now.
To the carrion beetles, every creature is foodâŚexcept for themselves.
So regardless of whether itâs a powerful wizard, a sea demon king, or some other strange creature, they merely provoke their appetite.â
âThe invaders in their eyes could only be fellow carrion beetles,â the doctor concluded.
âAre these bugs picky eaters?â Jiang Yu asked after a moment of silence, âFor instance, do they only eat the eyeballs of animals?â
Zheng Qing gave her a careful look, sighing inwardly.
âNo.â The Doctor very decisively denied this possibility: âTo these insects, anything other than bones on a creatureâs body is edible.â
âAre there any creatures that take the eyeballs after killing an animal?â Zheng Qing added his question: âOn the island, for instance, in the school laboratory, or deep within the Silent Forest, might these creatures exist?â
Jiang Yu pursed his lips, watching him gratefully.
âThere are indeed few creatures with such peculiar preferences.â Doctor Du Zemu paused, lost in thought for a moment, then shook his head: âTo be precise, I only know of one, the âHorusâ, a group of Fallen Wizards who gave up their normal lives for power.
They are even considered odd amongst demons.
Because they stare at darkness all the time, they lost their vision and can only regain it by eating the eyeballs of animals.
loves spiritually heightened eyeballs the most, the best ones being those of wizards, and if not available, eyeballs of animals with a high spiritual intensity, like black cats, white foxes, yellow dogs, are an excellent choice.â
Zheng Qing listened in silence, feeling his mental resistance to these peculiar creatures growing.
At least he would not get easily horrified anymore.
âAre such creatures present in school?â Zheng Qing asked, glancing worriedly at Jiang Yu.
âSchool?â The Doctorâs lips twisted into a sarcastic smile: âHow would those traditionalist, conservative ones ever allow such dirty creatures to leave even a trace of their presence in the school grounds.
Even the Black Prison would not hold any sight of these fallenâŚ
These wizards at the school believe the only place these monsters belong is in oblivion.â
âAre there any other possibilities?â Jiang Yu queried: âCreatures that specifically remove eyeballs.â
âOf course.â Doctor Du Zemu blinked: âThe wizard is a creature who specifically removes eyeballsâŚ
They love gouging out the eyes of demons in the lab.â
Zheng Qing gave a dry laugh.
He felt that this doctor was really not a good occupational choice for a comedian.
âThat aside,â the Doctor seriously looked at the two young ones in front of him: âIf in not too distant a future, you come across a swarm of Sacred Scarabs, running alone wonât help you escape their pursuit.
In such a situation, fire is more effective than any spell.â
Jiang Yu sighed faintly without saying a word.
An unusual silence fell upon the study.
Zheng Qing could only hear the ticking of the clock.
Following the sound, he saw a black-cased wall clock embedded in the room wall.
Under the silver-white face, the brass pendulum swung left and right at its own leisurely pace, its mechanical movement precise.
It looked as if nothing could stop its movement.
âDang!
Dang!
Dang!âŚâ
Regardless of the dehydrated beetle turned into ashes or the eye-eating âHorusâ he learned about later, these horrifying creatures, which initially gave Zheng Qing the creeps, unexpectedly got interrupted by a continuous bell ringing sound in his ear.
It genuinely startled him.
âOh!
Damn it.â An exasperated exclamation from Doctor Du Zemu came from behind: âItâs time!â
Zheng Qing looked back at the wall clock, just to catch a glimpse of a big rooster, sporting a blue comb, fluttering out from a little cabin at the top of the clock.
âMealtime!
Mealtime!
Time for your meal, doctor!â After fluttering its wings, the rooster opened its mouth and started crowing: âTwelve oâclock!
Mealtime!
Time for your meal, doctor!â
âShut up, you stupid thing!â Doctor Du Zemu showed a rare hint of embarrassment.
He grabbed a piece of paper from the mess on the table, crumpled it and threw it at the rooster on the wall.
The crumpled paper hit the roosterâs head with precision.
The rooster let out a mournful cry and hastily retracted back into the cabin atop the clock.