Ling Sifeng is an honorary assistant to the librarian, who is relatively backward in business and is still at the simplest stage of cataloging and helping to pick up bananas. Therefore, the actions of the librarian at the moment are enough to make him feel deeply moved. I saw the administrator walking calmly among the trembling bookshelves, sometimes reaching out a black glove like hand to caress the trembling cover of a certain book, and sometimes soothing a trembling dictionary with the reassuring murmurs of an ape.
After a while, the librarian's movements gradually slowed down, and Ling Sifeng felt her shoulder muscles relax as well.
Of course, the current peace is not stable, and occasional rustling of pages can still be heard. There are also ominous creaking sounds from book spines on distant bookshelves. After the initial panic, the library was like a long tailed cat staying in a rocking chair manufacturing factory, highly guarded and nervous.
The librarian strolled back along the hallway. He has a face that only heavy-duty tires can fall in love with, and it is always locked in a slightly smiling expression. Ke Lingsifeng saw the gorilla crawl into its nest under the desk and hide its head under a blanket, so he understood that the administrator was actually quite worried.
Lingsi Feng is peering through the gloomy bookshelf, while we take this opportunity to take a look at Lingsi Feng. The wizards in the disc-shaped world are divided into eight levels, and after sixteen years of research, Lingsi Feng has not even reached the first level. In fact, several of his mentors have deeply considered this issue and announced that he is not even qualified for zero level, although for most normal people this is actually an innate initial level. Someone else has expressed a similar view from another perspective: when Lingsi Feng dies, the average magic power of the entire human race will even increase slightly.
He is tall and thin, with a short and hard beard on his chin, which clearly indicates that he is not born to grow a beard; The deep red robe on his body is not only weathered by the vicissitudes of life, but can also be called the high virtue of the past year. But he was a wizard, as could be seen at a glance, because he had a pointed hat with a soft brim on his head, and the two big characters "Witch's Office" were embroidered on it with silver thread - although the tailor's spelling was severe, it was actually better than his embroidery skills. There is a star pattern on the top of the hat, but unfortunately most of the sparkling small circles have already fallen off.
Ling Sifeng pressed his hat hard on his head, pushed open the ancient door of the library, and walked into the golden afternoon sunshine. Outside, it was peaceful and quiet, with only the crows flying around the Tower of Art crackling hysterically, slightly disrupting the atmosphere.
Lingsi Feng looked at them for a while. These crows in college are extremely manly and never fuss over trivial matters.
Speaking of which——
——The sky is a light blue with a golden hue, with several thick clouds shining pink in the gradually extending light. In the courtyard of the four directions, several old oak trees are in full bloom. The sound of a student practicing violin came from an open window, to be honest, it was quite bad. This situation and scenery, no matter how you look at it, have nothing to do with danger.
Lingsi Feng leaned against the warm stone wall and screamed loudly.
The building is trembling. He could feel a rhythmic tremble, spreading from his hands all the way to his arms, with a frequency that perfectly expressed uncontrollable fear - the stone was frightened.
He heard a slight click and lowered his head in shock. I saw a decorative drainage ditch cover open backwards, and a mouse peeked out its beard. It hurriedly climbed up, gave Lingsifeng a despairing look, and then flew away from his feet as if flying. A dozen of its relatives followed suit, some still wearing clothes, but this was not uncommon among the mice at the Underworld University. The concentration of magic permeating this area is too high, causing various strange effects on genes.
Lingsifeng widened his eyes and looked around. Grey was gushing out from every drainage outlet of the university, collectively flowing towards the outer wall. The ivy rustled in his ear, and a group of mice jumped onto his shoulders at the cost of their lives and slid down his robe. Besides using him as a springboard, they completely ignore his existence, but this is also not surprising. Most organisms have always turned a blind eye to the spiritual wind.
The wizard turned around and fled back to the school building, the hem of his robe beating his knees all the way. He ran to the study of the chief clerk in one breath, pounded the door hard, and the door creaked open.
Ah. You're, um, Lingsi Feng, right? "The other party seemed uninterested." What's up
We're going to sink
The chief steward stared at him for a few glances. This person's name is Zinc Er Te, tall and thin, looking as if he had been reincarnated into a horse's belly several times in a row, and only narrowly escaped his fate in this lifetime. People who meet him always have a feeling that he seems to be looking at them with his teeth.
Sinking
Yes. All the mice have run away
The chief steward glanced at him again.
Come in, Lingsi Feng, "he said gently. The light in the room is dim, and the ceiling is also quite low. Lingsi Feng followed him to the window, which faced the garden and offered a distant view of the river. The river flows slowly and quietly towards the sea.
You seem a bit, um, excessive, don't you? "The chief clerk asked.
What's too much? "Lingsifeng felt a little guilty.
This is a house, you see, "said the steward. According to the habits of most wizards, once they encounter any difficulties, they immediately start rolling cigarettes. This is not a ship. You can see it from many places, you know. There are no porpoises swimming around the bow of the ship, nor are there any bottom cabins or anything like that. The possibility of a sunken ship is very slim. Otherwise, um, we would have to manipulate the shed and row ashore, wouldn't we
But those mice
Stop the ship at the port again, I guess, and hold some essential spring ceremonies
I'm sure the building was shaking just now, "Ling Sifeng hesitated. The room was quiet, and there was still a crackling fire in the fireplace. Everything that had happened before suddenly seemed unreal.
A little bit of an earthquake. Da Atu let out a hiccup, um, probably. Self control, um, you should have some. You didn't drink a bar, did you
No
Hmm. Would you like a drink
Zinc took light steps and walked up to a dark oak cabinet. He took out two glass cups and poured water into them with a water jug.
At this time of day, I am most adept at making sherry, "he said as he opened his hands above the glass." Just, um, speak up - do you want it sweet or not
Well, there's no need, "Lingsi Fengdao said." Maybe you're right. I think I should go rest
Good idea
Lingsi Feng walked aimlessly along the cold stone corridor. From time to time, he would touch the wall, put on a listening posture, and then shake his head.
He returned to the courtyard and happened to see many mice rushing out of a balcony in groups and running towards the river. Even the ground beneath their feet seemed to be moving. Lingsifeng leaned in and saw that the ground was covered in ants.
These are not ordinary ants. Magic has permeated the walls of universities for centuries, making them somewhat peculiar. Some ants are dragging tiny cars, some are riding beetles, but no matter what, they are all escaping the university at the fastest speed. Wherever they passed, the grass on the ground also rippled.
Lingsifeng looked up and saw a tattered mattress squeezed out of the window above and falling onto the slate in the yard. After a brief pause - seemingly to catch its breath - it lifted up a little from the ground and then floated resolutely across the grass, charging straight towards Lingsi Feng. The wizard quickly jumped to the side and finally didn't hit it. Before it ran away, Lingsifeng heard a sharp chirping and caught a glimpse of thousands of firm little short legs sticking out from under the bulging fabric - even the bed bugs took action, even preparing for possible housing shortages, which was truly thoughtful. One of them waved at Lingsi Feng and even gave a sharp greeting.
Lingsifeng stepped back step by step and suddenly felt her legs touch something, instantly losing her soul. But that's just a stone stool. He looked at the other person for a while and saw that it didn't seem to be in a hurry to escape, so he sat down gratefully.
There must be a natural explanation for all of this, he thought to himself. Or at least there is a very ordinary supernatural explanation.
A creaking noise made him look across the lawn.
There is absolutely no natural explanation for this. The monster drain on the protective wall and drainage pipe is carefully moving down the roof, with extremely slow movements. The whole process is silent, and only occasional sounds of stones rubbing against each other can be heard.
Unfortunately, Lingsifeng has never seen low-quality animations (in terms of quality, it's better to call them non animated). If he had seen them, he would have known how to describe the scene in front of him. The monster drain is not really moving, but they can complete displacement through a series of images, swaying and leisurely carrying away their beaks, manes, wings, claws, and pigeon droppings.
What's going on? "Lingsifeng screamed.
The guy who answered him had a goblin face, a harpie's body, and a hen's legs. It turned its head in a series of convulsive movements, and its voice sounded like a mountain wriggling when it spoke (although the originally deep echo effect was not ideal, the reason being obvious: it also spoke as usual, with its mouth always open).