There are ghosts in the wizarding world, Zheng Qing knows this very well.

After spending more than half a year in the first university, Zheng Qing has seen a lot of ghosts, zombies, vampires, werewolves and other ghost creatures, but in the real sense, similar to the kind of black shadow ghosts in horror movies when he was a child, Zheng Qing really hasn't seen it. In the end, this is also the best place in the wizarding world, and there are few places where those weird places exist.

But right now, it seems that he has such an opportunity.

The black shadow reflected on the bed curtain was probably in the shape of a beast, with a head, limbs, and a vague tail.

Because it was night, the light of the lamps and fireflies was uneven, and there was wind outside the window, and a small cold wind penetrated through the cracks in the window, and the curtains shook slightly, and the black shadow on the lining became more and more distorted. The most important thing is that the dark shadow is still very clear. Even on the darkly colored curtains, its form can be clearly reflected.

The twisted head, twisted body, twisted limbs, twisted tail, and the whole twisted black shadow made Zheng Qing's expression twist as well.

He glared and reached out to the dark shadow, half-open his mouth, hissing and gasping.

Professor Yao, who was reprimanding the young public-funded student, could easily detect the abnormality of the boy, and he didn't think Zheng Qing was joking with him, but he didn't think Zheng Qing really saw anything terrible. At best, scare yourself.

After all, this is in the First University, and this is the office of the dean of the Nine Beings Academy, and he is the dean of the Nine Talents Academy, the top great wizard in the wizarding world. Which ghost is so bold that he dares to jump in front of him, not afraid of being caught for experiments?

Although he has such a judgment in his heart, as a wizard, Lao Yao still has the necessary caution.

He narrowed his eyes, pinched his newly purchased pipe in one hand, pressed the other hand on the Dharma book on the table, and turned his head straight.

So, too, he saw the dark shadow reflected in the curtain.

Professor Yao tugged at the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and greeted the black shadow:

"Long time no see, Mr. Huang...... How is he, sir?"

The former gentleman is an honorific title for the guest, and the latter gentleman refers to the adult behind the guest.

The curtain shook slightly, and a yellow civet with amber eyes came out from behind the curtain, stepped on the windowsill, leaped deftly, jumped onto Professor Yao's desk, and then, like a noble lord who had won a battle, paced around the desk in small square steps.

Zheng Qing found that the cats of the First University seemed to have this bad problem, and they always liked to swear sovereignty in an unfamiliar environment.

After a week of inspection, the yellow civet lay in front of Dean Yao's teacup with a big grin, poked his head in, licked two sips of tea, and then pouted, turned his head to look at the snack box next to the teaglass, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally did not stretch out his paws. During the whole process, Lao Yao kept smiling and didn't interrupt.

It was only then that it seemed to remember that someone had just greeted it and glanced back at Lao Yao.

"Well, yes. Huang Hua Mao snorted with his nose, which was an answer to Old Yao's question, and it had never liked the smirk on Old Man Yao's face, as if two more laughs could cover up his fiery little temper.

Hearing it speak, a certain publicly-funded student who had been stagnating at the table came back to his senses and stammered, "Huang, Brother Huang?!, why are you here...... It scared the hell out of me. ”

The yellow civet glanced at the boy with disdain: "The courage of sesame mung beans has not grown since childhood." ”

Zheng Qing lowered his head in a daze.

Then he realized something.

"Do you know Brother Huang?" the boy looked up at Professor Yao, his eyes widening with curiosity.

Before Lao Yao could answer, Huang Huaci rudely interrupted Zheng Qing's question: "When I opened a bookstore before, this old man often came to the store to buy books!"

Professor Yao coughed twice and put his pipe back into his mouth, not denying it. Probably acquiesced.

Zheng Qing also wanted to ask Professor Yao if he knew Mr. Wu, but Huang Huaci didn't plan to let him continue to ask questions, so he poked his head forward and stared at the gray cloth bag hanging from Zheng Qing's waist.

"Do you have all the talisman guns?" it asked.

"Fu gun?" Zheng Qing's hand subconsciously reached into the gray cloth bag and touched the cold body of the gun, and then he nodded: "It's all here." ”

"It's still usable, it's not broken?" the yellow civet flicked its tail and brushed the teacup on the desk. A few strands of cat hair seem to float into the cup with the flick of the tail. Lao Yao frowned imperceptibly, and made up his mind to disinfect his quilt later.

Hearing the question of the yellow civet, Zheng Qing immediately came to his senses.

"Hmm...... Indeed, I almost forgot. He took out the Colt python that he had just used not long ago and skillfully disassembled it. Just like Brother Huang said, most of the runes imprinted on the trigger, magazine, and insurance structure of the rune gun are damaged, and the most serious of them is the runes on the barrel, many of which have been completely worn out.

The young public scholarship student sighed deeply.

And so it was.

The last time Remington blasted the big toad in the Silent Forest, he was found to have broken runes afterwards, but it was also a gift from the great wizard, even if there were some failures, it didn't affect the simple use.

At that time, Zheng Qing had guessed whether his use of blood talisman bullets would have any serious impact on the talisman gun.

So this time, he deliberately chose a boa revolver in good condition to shoot. The results were mixed. 'Happy' is that his guess has been verified, and after shooting a blood rune bullet, the rune formation on the python wheel has indeed been damaged.

Sadly, this gun is obviously not as strong as the Remington given by Su Shijun, and a large number of runes on the body of the gun have been worn out, obviously losing the function of further use.

"Oh, no!" the young scholar wailed, clutching his talisman gun, a little bewildered. Most of his strength in the hunting ground now is on these two talisman guns, if the talisman guns are scrapped, then wouldn't he have to go back to the old method of firing talisman bullets with a slingshot?

"Can the Green Grocery Store repair talisman guns?" Zheng Qing looked at Professor Yao hopefully. It's not that he didn't think about buying a new talisman gun, but one rune gun is complicated and expensive; second, it's a gift from someone else, and it's not good to throw it away; third, he has a limited budget, and he is still a good boy who is thrifty and thrifty, and he can save as much as possible.

Lao Yao smacked his pipe twice and shook his head: "You said that it was a grocery store, how could it be possible to repair the talisman gun...... Martin Nursery Alchemy Company has a business in this area. If you are not at ease, you can also find an alchemist at the school......"

"Those who are looking for Fort Alpha?" the yellow civet scoffed.

When Lao Yao heard this, he was speechless.

This is indeed a problem. The most superb academy of alchemy in the first university is the Alpha Academy, and correspondingly, the vast majority of skilled alchemists are also affiliated with the Alpha Academy. Considering the current discord between the two academies, not only is it inconvenient for Zheng Qing to go there to find a way, but even Lao Yao can't pull his face to ask the other party.