High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 663 - 11: He Yi_1

Chapter 663: Chapter 11: He Yi_1In the early winter afternoon, despite the sun still shone brilliantly, the air filled up with a hint of cold that couldn’t be dissipated.

Upon leaving the bustling crowds of Pedestrian Street and turning into a narrow alley nearby, what came into Zheng Qing’s view was no longer the lush greenery he saw on his first arrival, but fallen leaves splashed with golden red all over the ground.

The alley was still deep and tranquil as before. However, the moss-covered corners of the walls were losing their dampness in the dry, chilly air; the spaces between the cracked blue stones underfoot no longer echoed with the sound of insects. The setting, flanked by the silent tall wall on the left and the peaceful buildings on the right, took on an air of desolation and solitude.

The young scholarship student tread on the dry leaves, sprinting all the way, and soon arrived at a familiar black gate.

Compared to his first visit, the Abnormal Life Re

"You’re quite late today."

Jiang Yu gave him a glance, her tone didn’t seem to convey much blame, instead, there was a hint of... a sense of relief? Zheng Qing wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination.

"I was speaking with the Wandering Wizard... that old man made a fuss over everything." Zheng Qing hastily explained why he was late and placed the cardboard box he was cradling in his arms on Doctor Du Zemu’s desk.

As he put down the box, he caught sight of a small vial at the edge of the desk from the corner of his eye. The vial, placed between the witch and the doctor, was filled with half-transparent liquid.

However, when he turned his head for a second look, the vial had disappeared without a trace, as if it was only his imagination earlier.

Compared to the witch, the master of the study was a bit more indifferent -— or to put it another way, Doctor Du Zemu had been brooding with furrowed brows since Zheng Qing appeared and hadn’t greeted him.

Only when Zheng Qing put down the box did the doctor seem to snap out of his thoughts. He lifted his head and glanced at the young scholarship student.

Then he turned his face towards Jiang Yu.

"Are you really sure? You need to know, the risks of targeted transformation are high..."

"I’m quite certain, sir." Jiang Yu rudely interrupted the doctor, her gaze fixed outside the window, her tone was full of determination: "That’s my requirement... we’ve already discussed this many times."

"Alright... if you say so." Doctor Du Zemu seemed somewhat helpless, heaved a deep sigh, poked his eyeball out with his finger, dropped it into the eye-washing solution nearby, muttering, "If your grandmother knew about this, she would surely boil me alive... "

Zheng Qing listened to the cryptic conversation between them, suddenly recalling the professional books Jiang Yu borrowed before. His eyebrows raised in mild surprise, vaguely sensing something amiss.

However, before he could ask, Jiang Yu took out a wooden box tied with a red satin ribbon from her Kun bag and thrust it into the hands of the young scholarship student.

"You took first place in the Newcomers Challenge. I haven’t formally congratulated you yet." The witch explained with a smile, noticing the young man’s baffled expression, promptly added, "This is a ceremonial gift... As per our customs, it is a must to give friends on such occasions."

Zheng Qing held the wooden box, his expression a mix of emotions.

The ’we’ in Jiang Yu’s formulation wasn’t about her and him, but referred to the circle ’Aristocratic Wizards’ belong to. From this perspective, she was giving Zheng Qing a congratulatory gift, it would really have been hard for him to refuse.

"Aren’t you going to open it and take a look?" The witch, unable to hold back her laughter, saw his dumbfounded expression as he held the gift box, and prodded him.

Zheng Qing gave a bitter smile, untied the ribbon on the box, and opened the wooden box.

Inside the box was a greeting card.

Underneath the card, lied a blue-black revolver with a wooden handle, which looked antique and heavy, yet emanated an eerie aura.