Because Zheng Qing's finger wound healed, the source of aura attracting many exhibits disappeared, so subsequently the young wizards of the Absolution Hunting Team didn't experience what they had in the previous exhibition halls.
But the situation only improved slightly.
The museum exhibits, stimulated by that whiff of blood, became somewhat temperamental. Even though they wouldn't deliberately cause trouble for the passing wizards, they wouldn't let them pass easily either.
"Knowing this, Doctor, you should have prepared more turtle shells."
Zheng Qing agilely dodged a rope aimed at his neck and still had the energy to turn back and make a suggestion to Xiao Xiao: "…Using turtle shells to build a defensive formation would save a lot of energy."
Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes, adjusted his glasses, and ignored his team leader.
Jiang Yu carefully tugged on Zheng Qing's sleeve: "Be careful... there's more than one rope on that burning frame!"
