High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1159 - 221 Worms

Chapter 1159: Chapter 221 Worms"There are no zombies, and no vampires."

The Black Cat coughed dryly and whispered in explanation, "It was just some corpse-eating beetles... They just sprang from those dead rabbits and gave me quite a fright..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible beneath the incredulous stares of the two witches.

If it weren’t for his dark fur concealing any blushes, he would have bet his cheeks had turned the color of ripe crabs.

At this moment, the corpse-eating beetles that had been startled from the rabbit carcasses had already quietly returned to their feast, continuing to gnaw on the bodies without making a sound. Only occasionally would a part of the rabbits twitch slightly, whispering tales of their post-mortem woes.

Annoyed and embarrassed, the Black Cat blindly rummaged through the rabbit corpses,

"I reckon, getting a cat to sit still and curb its curiosity is a very difficult task," the Gypsy Witch reasoned thoughtfully, "After all, it’s not a dog; it doesn’t have the tradition of guarding and protecting a home."

"The bugs on him haven’t been cleaned off yet!" Korma emphasized.

Elena sighed and put away the Tarot Cards in her hands.

"Fortunately, we’ve already calculated most of the data." She stretched lazily and stood up again, "I’ll handle the remaining bugs, I think I might be able to clean them up faster with magic. And I can also change the Talismans around the campsite..."

Before she finished speaking, the bush nearby suddenly made a ’whoosh’ sound.

The Black Cat that claimed to go check things out half a minute ago bolted back to camp in a panic, as if its tail was on fire.

As it ran, it howled:

"Bugs, lots of bugs!"

"The bugs are chasing us!"

"Run!!"

"There’s no end in sight!"

Accompanied by its clumsy howling, the ’rustle’ around the camp seemed to become much clearer instantly, turning into a ’whoosh’.

The witches’ faces turned pale.

Swarms of bugs surged over, and the image of them tearing, biting, and tumbling clearly formed in everyone’s minds.

"Don’t panic! Our camp’s Barrier should block similar attacks." Korma scrambled to pack up the documents and instruments on the table while instructing, "No Face, reinforce the Barrier! Black Cat, stay alert! I’m going to open the door!"

By opening the door, she meant to establish contact between this Secret Realm’s miniature world and the outside World. This required the corresponding Spell, rituals, and several minutes of preparation time.

Fortunately, the exploration team’s camp was set up around the exit, which greatly simplified their evacuation.