Chapter 220 Timid Cat

The basic tests on the witches have been going on for more than two hours.

It can be seen that they work very seriously and carefully. In addition to testing the basic effects of spell books, potions, talismans, etc., they also test many basic constants - these constants are rarely used by hunters in many regular hunting competitions. To measure.

Zheng Qing guessed that this might be related to the fact that they wanted to set up a magic circle in this secret realm. When building a magic circle, any tiny mistake may lead to a huge disaster. Changes in the world's basic constants are most likely to lead to corresponding errors.

The black cat was lying on a piece of grass, thinking aimlessly.

Although he looks a little lazy, Black Cat is still very attentive to his duties. Even if it is lying on the ground, it always keeps its ears erect and its beard on the ground, detecting any abnormal movement around it anytime and anywhere.

As a result of this vigilance, not far behind the black cat, ten dead rabbits were already lying in a mess.

"Speaking of which...why are the rabbits here so spicy?" The black cat's thoughts wandered and then shifted to those rabbits. It couldn't help but guess: "Are all the wolves in this secret realm dead? The rabbits have become The most powerful creature, so it’s overrun?”

Zheng Qing didn't know if there were any wolves in this area, but he vaguely remembered that this territory belonged to those 'monkeys' that looked like rat wolves. When Fei Rui ran away, he took all his disciples and grandchildren away.

Perhaps these rabbits were originally animals raised as food by Fei Rui's disciples. After the harvesters left, these rabbits had no natural enemies and eventually multiplied in large numbers.

Feeling that he had deduced the truth behind the scenes, the black cat was in a good mood. The tip of his tail couldn't help but curl back, and his gaze towards the dead rabbits became a little gentler.

Then its gaze became fixed.

Just now, a dead rabbit seemed, seemed, probably, moved?

Perhaps it was an illusion, the black cat stared at the dead rabbit for a long time, but never saw it move again, so it let out a big sigh of relief.

"My eyes must be dazzled... Let me tell you, how can a dead rabbit still move." The black cat muttered, turned his head, and looked at the edge of the temporary camp again. But unlike what he said, while tilting his head, the black cat always squinted one eye, quietly staring at the dead rabbit.

"What did you say?" Korma seemed to hear the black cat's muttering, raised his head and asked, "What's dead?"

"Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton Tail, and Peter, they are all dead." The black cat replied smoothly: "Because there is a Mac Rego coming from the south."

"What?"

This time, not only Colma, but also the Gypsy Witch also raised his head.

The black cat clicked his lips, and finally remembered that his wizard friends not only didn't watch "Peter Rabbit", but they also didn't practice stand-up comedy. They couldn't get the humor in his answers at all, and he suddenly felt bored.

"It's okay, it's just a cold joke." The black cat shook its paws at the witches and ended the topic.

Elena lowered her head again and began to fiddle with the pile of tarot cards in front of her. The expedition team entered a new world, and there was too much information that needed to be obtained through divination. She could be regarded as one of the two busiest people in the entire team.

Kolma also continued to work hard, trying to sort out the basic information of this small world as soon as possible.

The black cat was doing two things at once, erecting its ears, twitching its whiskers, and glaring one eye to guard the temporary camp; at the same time, he still retained the attention of one eye, focusing on the dead rabbits.

He always felt like he had seen something before.

But after staring for a long time, his eyes began to become numb, and there was still no movement in the pile of rabbits. This made him start to wonder if he was dazzled.

Just when he was about to turn back to his reserved eyeball, on the pile of dead rabbits, the tail of the rabbit named "Cotton Ball Tail" by Zheng Qing trembled silently.

The black cat immediately jumped up from where he was.

"It's a fake corpse!"

It yelled, its body suddenly swelled, and a cat paw as big as a pot lid stuck on the body of the 'cotton ball tail'. The originally silent dead rabbit was completely turned into a puddle of meat, showing no resistance at all.

Before the black cat could recover, a dozen palm-sized bugs jumped out from the pile of dead rabbits. They looked like 'rat women', but their back shells were not so shiny, but seemed to be on their bodies. There is a lot of white hair growing on it.

Hearing the scream of the black cat, a light cyan light shield suddenly popped up on the two witches who were working hard, protecting them inside. At the same time, the two of them showed their magic books and talismans at the same time, and stood back to back. Position, looking around warily.

Black Cat's face turned green.

Even when those bugs appeared just now, it didn't feel so worried.

"Why do you only care about yourselves?" He yelled, his body rose to more than one meter tall, as if he had turned into a black panther: "We are a team...a team! Why do you only care about yourselves?"

He was aggrieved that there was no protective shield around him.

The gypsy witch apologetically explained one word: "distance."

This means that the distance between the black cat and the two of them is a little far, so there is no time to put a layer of protection on him. This explanation sounded reasonable, and Black Cat accepted it immediately.

The team leader, Korma, is not so good-tempered.

"What's the ghost's name? Where is the corpse? Zombie or ghoul? Which direction?!" She almost shouted the last four words. This is not to say that she has a bad temper, but that as the leader of the team in an unfamiliar environment, she must have endured greater pressure than others.

The black cat glanced at the pile of dead rabbits with some guilt, and involuntarily shrank a little.

Because when he calmed down, he discovered that the bugs that had just emerged from under the dead rabbits were just corpse-eating beetles. Although they were slightly larger, they looked exactly like the little ones kept in the glass cabinet in Dr. Terry Duzem's study.

Even the hairs on their backs used to excrete phosphorus are exactly the same.

As for why these bugs became so big, and why corpse-eating beetles appeared just after the rabbit died and its blood was still warm, these problems are not a problem in the magical world.

Perhaps it is because the eggs of corpse-eating beetles are originally attached to the fur of these rabbits. After being stimulated by the dead air, the eggs hatch one after another, and the mutated beetles can easily grow up when there is sufficient food. etc.

He could list a foot of parchment with similar guesses.