Chapter 962 - Descendants of Satoguya
Chapter 962 of "High School of Demon Hunting" begins with suspense: Chapter 962: Chapter 24 Descendants of SatoguyaBuji Island was home to many frogs.For instance, there... Donât stop reading!
Chapter 962: Chapter 24 Descendants of SatoguyaBuji Island was home to many frogs.
For instance, there was the âXiu Biâ with a white mouth and a fishtail, whose call resembled that of a sparrowhawk, and whose flesh could cure vitiligo. There was also the âGu Zaoâ with horns on its head and scriptures on its cheeks, which, if caught at noon on the fifth of May and dried in the shade, could ward off hundreds of soldiers. And then there was the âXiam,â two meters long, that spat red mist and devoured birds, insects, snakes, and rodents for food, which could transform into red rock when still, among others.
Of course, the most common were still those noisy, irritating amphibians with yellow-green skin that crawled between puddles and marshes. And then there was Iseniâs small frog that could climb through midair and move back and forth swiftly, which he used as a messenger.
But none could compare with the one Zheng Qing was currently facing.
It squatted on a rock at the river bendâs end, five meters tall, with a wide mouth and huge eyes, a big belly, and covered all over in short black fur that fluttered slowly in the cold wind.
In fact, calling it a frog was not entirely accurateâit only had certain frog-like traitsâbut from another angle, the low humming from its abdomen or its apparent hibernation traits brought it closer to a frog.
"Stand still, donât move!"
Old man Xiao Bonarâs lips barely moved, yet his voice distinctly reached the ears of the two young wizards, "The descendants of Satoguya prefer stillness over movement, whether it is themselves or their prey... So you better nicely stand still right now."
The descendant of Satoguya must be the name of that monster.
The two, who had initially planned to sneak back to the cabin, now had to freeze in place, trembling as they stared at the towering figure dozens of meters away. All around was silent, even the copper bell hanging at the bow that jingled had stilled.
"What is it?" Zheng Qing asked softly.
His voice, carrying clearly across the open space, traveled far over the water.
The giant frog, which had been sitting on the rock with its eyes closed, turned its huge, semi-transparent, golden-yellow pupils towards the boat.
The gaze that fell upon the small boat made the young scholarship student feel utterly cold.
There was no murderous intent in that gaze, no cruelty, no brutality, yet also not a trace of good will. Through those eyes, Zheng Qing felt as if he were seeing a world careening toward ruins, as if witnessing a tangled mass of colorful threads.
His temples pulsed violently, a sharp pain piercing through his skull and into the depths of his soul.
"Ugh..." the young wizard moaned, clutching his head and dropping to his knees on the deck.
"Iâm a Dark Yellow Horse!"
A deep spell voice emanated from the direction of the old boatman. A dark yellow streak of light emerged from behind and struck the giant frog first that had just opened its eyes.
"Pop!" the crisp sound of a coin striking an eggshell rang in Zheng Qingâs ears, his expression suddenly relaxed, the pain in his mind vanishing as quickly as it came, a rush of relief so intense it was like going straight from hell to heaven.
From Zheng Qing looking into the giant beastâs eyes to him being freed from the soul-stinging pain, the entire process took less than five seconds.
Only then did the Gypsy react, squatting down hurriedly and placing her hands on Zheng Qingâs shoulders, repeatedly asking, "What happened? Are you alright?!"
"Iâm fine," Zheng Qing grinned, flashing a careless smile, "Just got bitten by a mosquito..."
Elena knew Zheng Qing was just trying to reassure her, but could say nothing more, only frowning and nervously complaining, "What kind of mosquito can knock you flat on the deck!")
Zheng Qing paid no attention to the Witchâs complaint as he suddenly remembered something.
"Look at my eyes, have they turned red?" he asked Elena, his tone somewhat anxious.
Previously, headaches caused by stimulations often led to the aftereffect of red eyes, which greatly annoyed Zheng Qing. Moreover, each time the redness lingered longerâlast occurring during the Big Snow festival day when he accompanied Elena to the Lakeside of Bell Lake. Affected by the Lake Heart Tower, both of his eyes had turned red.
The aftereffects lasted until the end of the termâs winter hunt, persisting for almost a month.
Thus, Zheng Qing was now extremely sensitive about this issue.
Elena was naturally aware of this situation as well.
"Perfectly clear and very healthy," said the Witch, her lips curling into a smirk as she joked, "It wouldnât be every time you accompany me that your eyes would turn red, right...?"
Zheng Qing silently rubbed the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly, and dared not to respond.
At this moment, silence was the best option.
The quiet river water flowed noisily outside the boatâs hull, carrying the lightweight ferry past one Return Soul Poplar after another along the shore.
Because there was a large bend up ahead, the current was slightly turbulent here, so the boatâs speed also increased a bit.
In just the time it took to exchange a few words, the ferry had crossed the end of the river bend and began to turn. The giant creature that sat crouched on the rocks reappeared in the vision of the two young Wizards.
It was only then that Zheng Qing saw that Old Xiao Bonarâs spell hadnât directly hit the giant beastâs eyesâhe had thought the old manâs spell had burst the creatureâs eyeballs. That spell had merely placed a thin screen over the beastâs eyes, blocking its vision.
Looking back, the old boatman was holding the pole with both hands, his muscles tensed, staring intensely and unblinkingly at the slowly reviving giant creature at the river bend.
"Really is cursed," the old man muttered softly, his fingers gently rubbing the bamboo joint of the long pole, "This beast hasnât opened its eyes once in ten years... why it opened them now, in the dead of winter..."
"Letâs go down," Elena whispered into Zheng Qingâs ear.
Her hands were still on Zheng Qingâs shoulders, a rich and familiar fragrance filling the young Warlockâs nostrils.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few secondsâhe was not a hothead, recklessly throwing himself into danger, and he was well aware that he might not be of much help to the old boatman on deck. But standing in the old manâs position, if the boatman truly needed that "last straw" of help later and no one else was by his side, it would be dreadful.
From another angle, if the old boatman were defeated by the beast, could this tiny ferry and its thin deck in the cabin withstand the monsterâs attack?
Zheng Qing felt he would rather face the beast head on and be swallowed by it than hide trembling in the cabin, praying to emerge unscathed when the boat was destroyed.
"Just step back a bit," Zheng Qing paused, accepting half of the Witchâs suggestionâthey both pulled back into the cabin, except that he leaned half his body outside, holding the long Remington Symbol Gun in his hand, aiming through the side of the boat at the beast.
"Can you hit it from this far?" Elenaâs voice, slightly anxious, arose behind the Warlock.
Zheng Qing was full of confidence.
"Donât worry," he said as he reached his finger into the grey cloth bag, pulling out a Fu Bullet enveloped in a swirling red light, "Iâve hit targets from even farther away... and besides, I used a special Fu Bullet."