High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 153: Chapter 77 Eye Wash_1

Zheng Qing was no stranger to blood-red tears.

Just the night before, at the Wandering Bar, he had been tricked by Zhang Ji Xin into eating chili candy, which led to a string of blood-red tears.

However, shedding red tears himself and watching someone else do the same carried two drastically different experiences.

The former left him in a daze, whilst the latter incited immense fear.

Furthermore, he clearly remembered that his tears were light in color and uneven in hue. When he wiped them on the back of his hand, he could even smell the pungent odor of chili.

They were nothing like the tears currently flowing down the doctor’s face.

The blood tears were vivid, viscous, heavy, and black-tinged deep within the red, reminiscent of mercury. They traversed down the creased lines, flowing over the doctor’s sallow cheeks, slowly seeping downwards.

”Your eyes!” Zheng Qing couldn’t help but cry out in astonishment.

In his surprise, he even forgot to be polite and addressed the doctor directly as ’you’.

Doctor Du Zemu seemed to understand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face.

The white handkerchief was immediately stained with the thick bloody tears.

”Ah...no worries, no worries...just a small technical glitch,” the doctor said nonchalantly, waiving his hand to dismiss any concern, ”Sorry for alarming you.”

”Technical...glitch?” Zheng Qing opened his mouth and attempted to repeat the doctor’s words.

Since becoming a wizard, he found that the world was constantly challenging his understanding.

Jiang Yu, who was standing by his side, didn’t seem any more composed. Her fair and pretty face was contorted in fear, her hands tightly clenching the Kun Bag, terror still evident in her eyes.

”Just a minor issue... Eyes tend to get sore after excessive use,” Doctor Du Zemu quickly walked behind his desk, took out a small green bottle from a wall cabinet, and explained, ”For an alchemist, there’s nothing more important than a pair of good eyes. Most alchemists usually choose to make some small, legal and functional enhancements to their eyes.”

With so many modifiers, is it really legal? Zheng Qing thought cynically.

While the doctor was explaining, he took a silver measuring cup from the shelf near the bookcase, filled it with clean water, and then poured two drops of a pale yellow viscous liquid from the green bottle, stirring it evenly with a glass rod.

A layer of beige mist soon rose from the top of the glass.

”This is an eye wash solution that I concocted myself. It works quite well,” The doctor rolled up his sleeves, wiped his hands with alcohol, and hesitated before saying, ”Would you like to try it?”

Both young wizards looked at the doctor in a stupor and shook their heads in unison.

”What a pity,” Doctor Du Zemu seemed much relieved. He grabbed his eyelid, lifted it up to reveal a bald, monochrome eyeball filled with blood vessels. He cheerily said, ”But I can understand. Wizards always trust only their own formula and technology... When I was studying at The First University, I never used Professor Li’s neutralizer. His potions always gave off a sort of, um, how should I say, mechanical feel... Ah...”

Zheng Qing squinted, grinding his teeth, too at unease to comment on the doctor’s remarks about the ”mechanical feel of the potion.”

He felt like he was watching a horror movie.

Behind the desk, Doctor Du Zemu extended two fingers without hesitation, popped out his eyeballs with their bloodshot vessels, and quickly tossed them into the cup filled with the yellow-tinged liquid.

Then, while stirring with the glass rod, he quipped in a relaxed tone, ”As I mentioned before, wizards are the creatures who love popping out eyeballs the most... Occasionally giving them a soak and a little spa in the potion can be very beneficial for the eyes.”

Zheng Qing, gazing at the Alchemy Grandmaster before him, who was making lame jokes with hollow eye sockets, felt that it was a tremendous feat not to have collapsed.

”Sometimes, people just can’t bear these things... you all seem to be doing well, worthy of those who have received elite education,” Doctor Du Zemu turned his head, his hollow eyes gazing vaguely in the direction of the young wizard, and he smirked.

”Can you still see?” Zheng Qing swallowed hard, struggling to ask the question.

Jiang Yu beside him already looked like she was about to faint.

”Just because they’re merely floating eyeballs doesn’t mean I’m blinded. Why wouldn’t I be able to see?” the doctor grumpily lowered his head, continuing to stir the eye in the silver measuring cup.

Zheng Qing watched as globs of sticky plasma, under the influence of gravity, slowly dripped from his eye sockets. They were delicate and elastic, like silk, leaving a lingering impression.

He forcefully suppressed the bitter taste in his throat.

Thank goodness he hadn’t insisted on eating first! If this had happened at the dining table, he feared he wouldn’t be able to eat for a week.

Zheng Qing silently comforted himself.

”Well then, let’s continue examining your little elf.” After preparing his eyeball, the doctor turned around, ’looking’ at the young male wizard, rubbing his hands, ”We are short on time, let’s speed up a little.”

”But, you...” Zheng Qing gazed at the doctor’s empty eye sockets, stuttering to ask, ”Are you still able to ’diagnose’ right now?”

”Oh, no problem.” Doctor Du Zemu fumbled around, grabbed a roll of thread from the desk, and instructed the young wizard, ”Zheng Qing, right? Tie the end of this thread around the wrist of the little elf... wrap it seven times, don’t tie it too tightly, just wrap it.”

The thread slid through the air in a beautiful arc and landed in Jiang Yu’s hand.

Zheng Qing raised his somewhat stiff arm, took the thread from the witch, and gingerly wound it around the little elf’s wrist.

”Is this the Thread Diagnostic Method?” Jiang Yu finally spoke again. Her emotional state had noticeably improved, ”Although they resemble wizards in appearance, according to most people, elves do not belong to normal life...”

”People? Which people!” The doctor, with his pitch-black eye sockets, sneered, ”The wizards of the Alliance are nothing but a group of old has-beens. The fossils who draft the laws haven’t left the wizard tower for centuries. Can you expect them to make decisions that truly reflect reality?”

”You should wipe it, don’t get agitated.” Zheng Qing gingerly handed a clean handkerchief to the doctor, pointing at his cheek, ”Here, and here... there’s some more... leaking...”

Earlier, while the doctor was passionately speaking, the plasma in his eyes began to gush downwards, and droplets of blood sputtered out with his trembling voice, landing on the desk, cabinet, and even the far-off wall.

Zheng Qing finally understood what the occasional black spots on the furniture in the room were.

”Oh, it’s all right.” The doctor didn’t continue debating with Jiang Yu, instead grabbing the handkerchief and casually wiping his face, grumbling, ”Since the eye has yet to be implanted, it doesn’t matter if I wipe it again later.”

Zheng Qing gave a dry chuckle, choosing not to comment.

After wiping off the blood from his face, Doctor Du Zemu sat squarely behind his desk, weighing the other end of the thread in his hand, furrowing his eye sockets, and pondering. After a good while, he finally spoke:

”Since ancient times, true life stems from the yin and yang.”

”The energy that pervades the world and the six harmony places are all part of the celestial energy. Its birth is five, its energy is three, those who violate this are harmed by evil energy, this is the principle of life.”

”While elves are not human, they take on human form; with complete limbs and organs, nine portals, and five viscera.”

”Based on this, perhaps we can discern a thing or two.”