The basic testing of the witches has been going on for more than two hours.

It can be seen that they are very serious and very careful, in addition to testing the basic effects of magic books, potions, talismans, etc., they also test many basic constants, which are rarely measured by hunters in many regular hunting tournaments.

Zheng Qing guessed that maybe it had something to do with the fact that they wanted to set up a magic circle in this secret realm. When constructing a circle, the slightest mistake can lead to a huge disaster. The change of the world's fundamental constants is the most likely to lead to corresponding errors.

The black cat lay on a meadow, thinking aimlessly.

Although it looks a little lazy, the black cat is still very attentive to his duties. Even when lying on the ground, it always keeps its ears up and its beard on the ground, detecting any abnormal movement around it anytime and anywhere.

As a wake-up call, not far behind the black cat, there were already ten dead rabbits lying horizontally.

"Then again...... There are so many rabbits here," the black cat's thoughts drifted, and then shifted to the rabbits, and it couldn't help but guess: "Could it be that all the wolves in this secret realm are dead?

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

Perhaps these rabbits were originally the animals that were raised as rations by the disciples and grandchildren of Fat Rui, and after the reapers left, these rabbits had no natural predators and were eventually able to reproduce in large numbers.

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

Then its gaze froze.

Just now, a dead rabbit, it seems, like, probably, moved?

Perhaps by illusion, the black cat stared at the dead rabbit for a long time, but never saw it move again, so it breathed a sigh of relief.

"It must have been dazzling...... I'll just say, how can a dead rabbit still move. The black cat muttered, tilting its head to look back at the edge of the makeshift camp. It's just that unlike what is said in his mouth, while turning his head, the black cat always squints one eye and quietly stares at the dead rabbit.

"What are you talking about?" Colmar seemed to hear the black cat's muttering, and looked up and asked, "What is dead?"

"Frogsey, Mapsy, Cottonball Tail, and Peter, they're all dead. The black cat replied, "Because there's a Mike Rego from the south." ”

"What?"

This time, not only Colmar, but also the gypsy witch looked up.

The black cat bar clicked its mouth, and finally remembered that these wizard friends of mine not only didn't watch "Peter Rabbit", but also didn't practice stand-up comedy, and couldn't get the humor in their answers at all, and suddenly felt bored.

"It's okay, it's just a bad joke. The black cat shook its paw at the witches, ending the conversation.

Elena lowered her head again and began fiddling with the pile of tarot cards in front of her. The expedition enters a new world, and with so much information to be obtained through divination, she is one of the busiest two people on the team.

Colmar also continued to bury her head in calculations, striving to sort out the basic information of this small world as soon as possible.

The black cat was preoccupied, with his ears pricked up, his whiskers and one eye glaring at the makeshift camp, while he kept one eye on the dead rabbits.

He always felt like he had seen something before.

But after staring at it for a long time, his eyes began to glaze, and there was still no movement in the rabbit pile. This made him wonder if he was dazzled.

Just as he was about to turn back to the eyeball he had reserved, the tail of the rabbit named 'Cotton Ball Tail' by Zheng Qing on the pile of dead rabbits shook silently.

The black cat jumped up from the spot.

"It's a corpse!"

It screamed, and its body suddenly swelled, and the cat's paw with the lid of the pot stuck to the body of the 'cotton ball tail'. The dead rabbit, which was already silent, completely turned into a puddle of meat and mud, without the slightest resistance.

Before the black cat could come to its senses, a dozen palm-sized insects burst out of the dead rabbit pile, looking like a 'rat woman', but the back shell was not so shiny, but it seemed to have a lot of white fluff on its body.

Hearing the scream of the black cat, a layer of pale cyan light appeared on the two witches who were working hard, protecting them in it, and at the same time, the two of them coincidentally showed out the magic book and talismans, stood in a back-to-back position, and looked around vigilantly.

The black cat's face is green.

Even when the bugs popped up just now, it didn't feel so bothered.

"Why do you only care about yourself?" he shouted, his body rising to a height of more than a meter, threatening to turn into a black panther, "We are a team... How can you only care about yourself?"

He was angry that he didn't have a protective shield on him.

The gypsy witch apologized for explaining one word: "Distance." ”

It means that the distance between the black cat and the two of them is a little far, so they didn't have time to put a layer of protection on him. This explanation sounded reasonable, and the black cat immediately accepted it.

And the team leader Colmar is not so good-tempered.

"What's the ghost called??! It's not that she's bad-tempered, it's that in an unfamiliar environment, as the leader of the team, she's bound to be under more pressure than the others.

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

Because when he calmed down, he realized that the bugs that had just emerged from under the dead rabbits were nothing more than some corpse-eating beetles. Although they have grown a little bigger, they are indistinguishable from the little ones in the glass case in Dr. Terry Douzem's study.

Even the villi on the back that are used to excrete phosphorus are identical.

As for why these bugs have become so big, and the rabbit has just died, and the blood is still warm, the corpse beetle has appeared, and these problems are not a problem in the wizarding world.

Perhaps because the eggs of the corpse-eating beetles were originally attached to the fur of these rabbits, the eggs hatched one after another after being stimulated by the death air, and the mutant beetles grew up easily when there was plenty of food. Wait a minute.

Similar guesses he could list a foot-long parchment.