High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2716 - 937: So Generous?

"—Just like to Su Councilor, the value of an ounce of coarse ground rye flour and an ounce of Changbai Mountain’s Chi qiu spine powder in her eyes isn’t much different... In the eyes of monsters, there’s not much difference between Transformation Technique and Binding Spell. It’s just a matter of reciting a spell once or a few times.""—And Gan Ning, or those ordinary wizards less talented than him, their inner springs had already dried up at a young age... Clearly empty-headed and body empty, yet blinded by the dazzling distance, desperately practicing various magic skills day and night, as if that could reach that glimmer... as if that could lead to immortality."

"—This feeling is exactly like fighting in Endless Hell, leaving one with no hope of victory. It’s not the fault of ordinary people."

"—That’s how Nia was back then."

"—Waking up every day before sunrise, not sleeping until dawn, desperately studying to make up the gap between herself and those monsters... Always thinking it’s the problem with the experimental materials, ’Just need to do a few more experiments’ ’Just need to change a crucible’ ’Just need a few milliliters of Dragon Blood,’ then ventured into the depths of Silent Forest to accumulate some magic materials... and step by step, her figure gradually vanished into the darkness of Silent Forest."

"—Like falling into quicksand or a mud pit, the more you struggle, the harder it is to escape, while the trouble ahead roars beside you like an avalanche’s rolling snowball, becoming ever larger..."

Zheng Qing hissed softly from the chill, hearing Thomas’s intermittent voice in his ear, initially thinking he couldn’t absorb anything in this state, only to find out his thoughts were exceptionally clear at this moment, accurately grasping the meaning Thomas wanted to express.

Especially the last part Thomas spoke.

Coincidentally, he had just heard Xin Fat Man talk about it not long ago.

It was before the eighth-week class meeting, when a few young wizards from the Atonement Hunting Team were chatting together, analyzing why those promising wizards choose to become ravens. At that time, Xin Fat Man used viewpoints from Lady Larry’s book "The Road to Decay" to express his views, making Zheng Qing drowsy.

At this moment, he very clearly recalled the Fat Wizard’s analyses.

They were very similar to what Thomas wanted to express.

"Knowing it’s a mud pit, you should have stopped her from falling in." The boy lying on the experiment table spoke weakly with his eyes closed.

"Before falling in, no one knows it’s a mud pit."

Thomas’s calm voice rang in Zheng Qing’s ear, and Zheng Qing felt a slight chill on the inside of his thigh, possibly signaling Thomas was about to prep for the skin: "Moreover, how can you justify stopping someone else’s efforts and progress?"

"Don’t make it sound so nice; to be precise, Tom didn’t notice my adventure at all."

Nikita’s voice suddenly broke in, interrupting the dialogue between the two warlocks. Compared to earlier, her voice wasn’t as weak, although it was still raspy: "...At that time, Tom was also immersed in his magic experiments, completely oblivious to my departure. Additionally, I wasn’t in as dire a situation as Tom claims; he just enjoys imagining unnecessary things... Give me a mirror!"

Nia is Nikita’s nickname.

Tom is Thomas’s nickname.

Their uninhibited manner left the boy lying on the cold experiment table extremely frustrated. He tried hard to open his eyes, glaring at the female demon on the opposite experiment table, wanting to mock her about the feeling of being tied on a table and called by a nickname.

But in the next second, he had to swallow back the sarcasm he wanted to spit out.

Because as he looked over, Nikita just lifted the white sheet from her body, got off the experiment table. Just as Zheng Qing had previously thought, the female demon had hideously loathsome skin resembling a toad, and worse than a toad, her body was covered with numerous tentacles of varying lengths.

Only those tentacles seemed to have lost moisture, becoming somewhat shriveled.

A face once charming paired with a hideous, repulsive body, Zheng Qing instinctively felt some pity for the female demon—there is probably nothing more despairing for a beautiful girl than suddenly becoming ugly.

Just as he was about to politely withdraw his gaze, the female demon who had just steadied herself suddenly grabbed a tentacle from her body, frowning and fiercely yanked, pulling it off entirely.

The sight of the tangled flesh beneath the tentacles made Zheng Qing instantly tense with respect, letting him feel like his own small wounds weren’t painful anymore.

Yet Nikita seemed unfazed by pain, just frowning, pulling one tentacle after another, seven or eight in a row. She seemingly grew impatient, raised her hand to grab a surgical knife from a shelf beside the experiment table, directly stabbed it into her chest, and sliced downwards, before dropping the knife and fiercely tearing the opening wide with her hands.

Rip!

The sound like old fabric tearing echoed.

The female demon forcibly ripped off the toad-like skin from her body, exposing the bloodied flesh inside, making Zheng Qing grit his teeth, completely forgetting about his own pain.

He had no doubt that the scene before him could make him have nightmares for a week.

"With Bibi, purify the spring, cleanse the impurity!"

The female demon’s raspy voice echoed in the laboratory, and a stream of clear spring water descended from above, engulfing her instantly. Moments later, the dirty water dispersed, and the nude female demon stood openly in front of the experiment table, head bowed, obsessively caressing her body now restored to its original state, her fingertips gliding inch by inch over her skin, seemingly completely forgetting the presence of the two warlocks in the lab.

Plump and voluptuous, elegantly tall, and dazzlingly fair.

So bold?

Zheng Qing’s eyes widened, the above thought flashing through his mind.

"Mirror!"

The female demon spoke again, repeating her earlier request, her voice seemed to have become more pleasing as her appearance simultaneously improved.

Thomas’s face was stern, remaining silent.

The little female demon who had just cleaned Zheng Qing’s forehead and drool hesitated for half a second, dropped the towel in her hand, rushed into the depths of the lab, and in the blink of an eye, ran unsteadily back in front of Nikita holding a mirror taller than herself.

"Do you need me to help you cut out your eyelids? That would save strength and make it easier to see." Thomas’s rigid expression and voice appeared on the test subject: "—Just right, more skin tissue can be prepared."

The surgical knife in his hand gleamed with chilling brilliance under the shadowless lamp.

Zheng Qing instinctively blinked.

The slightly lean figure of the lab master was not enough to completely block the boy’s view.

A few seconds later, Zheng Qing suddenly woke up, realizing he had been staring impolitely at the female demon all along. He opened his mouth, wanting to apologize, but considering his current situation, he couldn’t bring himself to say sorry.

Nikita glanced at him with a seeming smile, gently adjusted her long hair cascading down her shoulders, and smiled slightly, tilting her head:

"Thanks for your blood."

She was quite polite, actually.

Zheng Qing swallowed a small bit of saliva, completely not hearing what she was saying, his mind focused only on capturing every frame of the scene before him.

Pierce!

The needle for drawing blood impolitely stuck into Zheng Qing’s arm again.

"Looks like your blood has recovered well, so let’s draw another 800 milliliters." The lab master scanned over the test subject, sounding particularly unpleasant.