Hunting College

　　 "What kind of feeling is this?" The old man's wrinkled face was squeezed into a ball, and the originally small eyes disappeared in the vertical and horizontal wrinkles.

　　 Zheng Qing was shocked to find that his whole body was restrained by an inexplicable force, unable to move.

　　 My fingertips can’t move.

　　 Eyelids won't move.

　　 Even the breath freezes.

　　 Except for the ticking pocket watch on his chest, it seems that only the mind is still flowing slowly.

"Heavy, turbulent, crazy, explosive, powerful!" The old man suddenly opened his pitch-black eyes without a trace of white, and whispered: "Like tens of millions of people shouting together, like counting Thousands of hearts are trembling neatly. I hardly know what material to use to carry it."

　　 He raised a gavel in his hand and knocked on a bronze bell hanging on the table.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The bell sounded melodiously, resounding in this closed room.

　　 The little elves, the size of a palm, emitting green light, flew out from the depths of the house following the sound of the bell.

　　 They lined up neatly and piled up rolls of tanned thick leather rolls on the table.

　　 A naughty elf put down his skin, fluttered his wings and slipped to Zheng Qing, and looked at the stranger curiously.

　　 She wore a dress made of fine yarn, with shiny silver pieces hanging on her arms, her **** eyes flickered, and the filament tentacles on the top of her head also flickered.

　　 "Xi Xi..." The elf made a pleasant and cheerful voice, and stretched out his hand to pull the hair on Zheng Qing's face.

　　 The little hands are cold and painful.

　　 Zheng Qing felt that his head seemed to be able to move, he tried to blink his eyes.

　　 The little elf, as if frightened, bounced away suddenly, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the darkness deep in the shop.

　　 Zheng Qing found that he still couldn't speak.

　　 He winked his eyebrows, wrinkled his nose laboriously, and expressed his dissatisfaction to the old man behind the table.

　　 The old man closed his eyes, his skinny hands slowly brushed over the leather, quietly touching the material at his hand.

　　 "Boom, boom, boom, boom," like a woodpecker pecking a wood, his skinny index finger tapped the leather roll steadily, one after another, steady but not tired.

　　 "The dragon's first layer of skin is too hard, and the second layer of skin is too soft."

　　 "The seven-color deerskin is too thin to carry such a heavy soul."

　　 "Pigskin is a good choice, but if combined with this soul, the inertia is too strong and it will affect the spell casting."

　　 "Mulberry paper is too brittle, not good, not good."

　　 "Bamboo slips and fish skin have too strong attribute tendencies, which is a waste of this soul."

　　 The old man babbled, his mouth was mumbled, and suddenly all the leather on the table was pushed to the ground. His body seemed to have no gravity, and he floated straight into the air.

　　 Zheng Qing was horrified to find that his body could not help but float into the air.

"The power of the heavy earth, the power of the turbulent Tianhe, the power of the crazy hurricane, the power of the bursting wildfire, the four things are complete, what kind of existence is this!" The old man's nose pressed against Zheng Qing's body, and he sniffed carefully Come and sniff, the murmur in his mouth never stops:

"Everything has a spirit, and there is a unique demon spirit in every wizard book. Casting spells is to magnify the power of the wizard geometrically through the induction of the soul of this monster beast and heaven and earth. Even the soul of the great demon It’s not so violent. Is it fierce or spiritual? It’s impossible!"

"Oh, I see, I see. The cooked hides are already in shape, why not try raw hides? Why do I always cling to these places?" The old man fluttered back and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Only Zheng Qing, who was panicked in midair at the table, remained in the room.

　　 The green elves flew back again.

　　 They collected the leather scattered under the table, and then retreated.

　　 There are only a few little guys yelling ‘xixixi’, flapping their wings cheerfully and leaning in front of Zheng Qing’s eyes.

　　 One by one, they held up shiny rice-sized objects and threw them into Zheng Qing's jacket pockets. Then it fell on top of his head and pulled out one of his hair.

　　 Zheng Qing blinked angrily, but this time not a single elf escaped.

　　 They sang ‘xixi’, and each flew back into the house with a piece of hair.

　　 Zheng Qing missed the terrifying old man a little.

　　 After a long time, the old man came back again.

　　 Next to him is a torn gray-white leather.

　　 If the leather sent by the elves looks neat and tidy after tanning and washing. Then this gray-white leather seemed to have just been peeled off from a certain monster, with fresh blood and residual flesh hanging on it.

　　 Zheng Qing looked terrified.

　　 The old man snapped his fingers, and Zheng Qing was horrified to find a heart-wrenching pain from his right hand, and then his right hand stretched out in front of him uncontrollably. The five fingertips ooze bright red.

　　 "Press here!" the old man said coldly without ups and downs.

　　 Zheng Qing suddenly found that he could move his upper body.

　　 He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding right hand on the leather.

　　 The grayish-white leather felt warm to the touch. For some reason, a scream of pain appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.

　　 The blood from the fingertips and the flesh and blood on the gray leather stick together, and immediately blend together.

　　 The gray-white leather seems to come alive, UU reading www.uukANAnshu. com sucked the blood from Zheng Qing's fingertips squeaky, and swallowed all the blood remaining on the fur.

　　 The old man stretched out his hand, but after hesitating for a moment, he withdrew, and took out a black book.

　　 He bent his index finger and knocked on the cover of the book.

　　 The book of dharma turned to the middle part with a splash, and dots of gray light wafted from the pages of the book, and smooth gray runes slid out.

　　 The star point and the rune formed a ferocious gray claw in the air, and it slowly stretched out toward Zheng Qing's chest, and then slowly closed.

　　 A little black, as if the light of ink drops floated out of Zheng Qing's chest, in Zheng Qing's horrified sight, following the movement of the gray claws, he plunged into the white leather under his hand.

　　The black ink dripped on the leather, and Zheng Qing's fingertips felt an unstoppable pain. He could even feel the gradually changing color of the leather in his hand greedily sucking his own blood.

　　 Gradually, he was dizzy, and he seemed to see the pale leather in front of him burning.

　　 The old man frowned, seeing the flames on his leather getting dimmed, and finally couldn't help it, and poked Zheng Qing's chest with his thin fingers.

　　 "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Zheng Qing was shocked to wake up as if someone was beating a drum in his ear.

　　 He felt the heart in his chest beating wildly.

　　 Streams of fresh blood rushed to Zheng Qing's right arm desperately, and then flowed down the five fingertips into the burning skin.

　　 The flames above regained bright colors.

　　 Until Zheng Qing's face paled again, and the beating of his heart became more and more irregular and weaker, Pi Zi gradually stopped sucking blood.

　　 The flames on the leather also gradually extinguished.