Because the source of the scent that had drawn so many exhibits had vanished with the healing of Zheng Qing's finger wound, the young wizards of the You Zui Hunting Team finally did not encounter the same experiences they had faced in the previous exhibition halls.
But things had only improved slightly.
Stirred by that trace of blood scent, the museum exhibits had all become somewhat ill-tempered. Even if they did not deliberately seek trouble with the passing wizards, they would not let them pass easily.
"If we'd known it would be like this, Doctor, you should've prepared more tortoise shells."
Zheng Qing nimbly dodged a rope that looped toward his neck and still had the leisure to turn back and offer Xiao Xiao a suggestion. "...Using tortoise shells to form a defensive battle formation would save us quite a bit of effort."
Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes, adjusted his glasses, and ignored his captain.
Jiang Yu carefully tugged at Zheng Qing's sleeve. "Careful... that Burning Rack has more than one rope!"
She was referring to the rope that had just looped toward Zheng Qing's neck. It came from an ancient burning rack placed to one side of the You Zui Hunting Team's path. Three wooden posts standing amid a pile of firewood were wrapped in hemp ropes soaked in grease. Bound to the middle post was a wizard wearing a false, exaggerated smile.
"Let us burn together!" the punished wizard shouted at the passersby. "We can gain immortality amid flames and cries!"
As he spoke, another grease-soaked hemp rope sprang from each of the posts on either side of him. Like two venomous hunting snakes, they lunged at the young wizards.
"Shut up!"
Zhang Jixin, temper flaring, swung his fist and viciously smashed it into the two hemp ropes.