High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2712 - 933: Why

Zheng Qing thought the school didn’t care about the invasion case of dormitory 403, but in reality, the school arranged guards to protect him around the clock; Zheng Qing believed Thomas was trustworthy after signing a risk prohibition contract, but as it turned out, Thomas used the trust of both the school and Zheng Qing, pulling a trick like "stealing a substitute for the real prince".This stark contrast made him involuntarily think of Miller’s famous "The Angelus"—a couple praying in the field, with a basket that looked like it was filled with potatoes at their feet. But in reality, the basket was not filled with potatoes, but with a child’s corpse.

On the surface was a basket, but underneath was a small coffin.

Behind the seemingly peaceful and harmonious pastoral scene, there hides a suppressed and cruel human tragedy.

Just like Zheng Qing’s life.

Every day seemed to be a monotonous routine of studying, eating, and sleeping, dull and boring. Yet in places he could not see, demons were infiltrating Buji Island, wizards were donning raven masks, some were standing guard overnight for him, while others were seizing every loophole to extract something from him.

"Was it you who intruded into our dormitory on Monday?" Zheng Qing closed his eyes and took a long breath. He felt a bit dizzy, perhaps due to the blood loss.

"Yes." At this point, Thomas did not continue to hide.

"Who else?"

"Just me." Thomas insisted: "Including bringing you to my lab this time, it was my own decision, nothing to do with anyone else."

Zheng Qing snorted, noncommittal:

"Why?"

At this moment, Zheng Qing had a thousand "whys" in his heart to ask, but when all those questions crowded at his mouth, all he could utter were the same three characters.

As if understanding the multitude of questions layered behind those three characters, Thomas remained silent for a long time before letting out a light sigh: "The Professor once told us that timing is everything... now is indeed not the best timing, but I have no other choice."

In this sentence, Zheng Qing could only barely understand the last part.

But who the Professor was, what timing meant, when the best timing might be, and so on, the deeper meanings behind these references, he couldn’t accurately grasp.

But just as he was about to continue questioning,

Nikita, lying on another test bench, suddenly spoke up.

"He’s doing it to save me."

The female demon’s face showed a complex expression that was hard to describe, as she looked at the owner of the laboratory, tugging at the corners of her mouth: "I fell to become a Witch Demon, he thought he could save me, and then became a ’raven’; I accepted the raven’s spirit seed, then my demonic energy went out of control and my physical body collapsed, he wanted to save me still, so he brought you over..."

If he wasn’t lying on the test bench, about to face the protagonist’s blade, Zheng Qing would definitely applause and cheer for such a love story fit for a TV drama.

But now, he just wanted to curse in his mind.

Your love affair, why should it cost me blood!

"Why do you think my flesh and blood can stop her physical body from further collapsing?" Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, asking the first ’why’ after organizing his thoughts.

He didn’t think Thomas knew about his special identity.

But just in case, he still needed confirmation.

"Because your combination with the spirit seed was very successful, and in fact, your flesh and blood have already saved her once." Thomas casually pulled out a sharp little knife from the rack beside him and made a light cut on Zheng Qing’s arm.

Zheng Qing gasped at the coolness.

The owner of the lab, however, nodded in satisfaction.

"See that? Extremely impressive physical resilience."

He pointed to the white mark on Zheng Qing’s arm and inserted the little knife back onto the rack: "Without special means, your skin membrane can withstand most physical harm. Only this strength can withstand the pressure from the conflict between demonic energy and magic power... After Nia accepted the spirit seed, her physical body once collapsed entirely, but because I had previously transplanted some of your flesh and blood obtained last time, she could maintain her current conscious state..."

Zheng Qing glanced at the female demon’s weakened yet still enchanting face.

Then looked again at her bulky, protruding body covered with a white sheet.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but flash back to the Black Wizard Walter’s tentacles and eyeballs waving madly in his final moment, subconsciously closing his eyes, wanting to forget this flash of association.

Eyes could be closed, but ears could not.

Thomas’s voice continued ringing in the boy’s ears: "...Gan Ning’s adventure with you wasn’t entirely a failure. You are our most successful experimental subject. So your flesh and blood can definitely help Nia through the most dangerous rejection period. But as I said before, bringing you here was my last choice... I went to dormitory 403 to see if I could use your skin flakes and hair to generate your flesh and blood in a petri dish. The result was, the flesh and blood generated, but it had no effect."

Upon saying this, he twisted the valve on a hose, then took the first bag of plasma off the rack, holding it up high, carefully observing the lightly rolling red liquid inside the transparent pouch.

After a while,

he spoke again:

"Then I remembered something the Professor once said—The pollution of demon blood and flesh is similar to the pollution from the starry sky, both being a kind of conceptual pollution. Only a concept can counter a concept. Just like love and hate, beauty and ugliness."

"You could continue using other excuses to take my flesh and blood, or draw blood while I was asleep, why..." Zheng Qing’s voice gradually grew a trace of bitterness.

Drawing blood while asleep might work, but considering the earlier attempt to remove a chunk of flesh wasn’t much help, then how much blood to draw, how many times, was a problematic issue also.

If drawn too many times, it would surely raise the school’s or his own alertness.

If the quantity drawn was insufficient, it would be useless.

And the amount of blood a person could donate at one time was very limited, coupled with the need for flesh and blood in combination—just calculating simply, Zheng Qing himself felt that luring him here was the best solution.

Thomas took out a measuring cup.

He poured in half a cup of fresh blood.

He held the cup, walked to another test bench, handed it to Nikita, lowered his eyelids, and spoke lightly, almost as if confessing to someone: "You know... I mean no harm."

"Tch."

Nikita took the cup, smiled weakly: "You should say that to the little handsome opposite me... Moreover, doing such things without malice actually seems worse. Unconscious evil feels worse than conscious evil, doesn’t it?"

The female demon raised the cup towards Zheng Qing then looked again at Thomas before her, whispering a few ’toasts’:

"—You prepare a feast before me in the presence of my enemies."

"—You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows with blessings."

"—Amen Tofu Akbar!"