The wand successfully passed through the dementor's body. Qi Yu felt a wave of resistance coming from his hand, as if he had put the wand in water and stirred it.

When Qi Yu was attacked, the dementor stopped screaming and ran away suddenly. His blood-red eyes looked at Qi Yu, as if he was wondering why the dementor was ineffective against him.

"It's useless."

Qi Yu turned the wand in his hand a few times. Although it was covered with magic, it could at most repel the dementor, but it could not injure him.

What Qi Yu didn't know was that except for a few magicians who mastered special magic, the other magicians could only use the "guardian god spell" to force them back.

Like Qi Yu, the most primitive magic aggregation makes the other party retreat, which is an unheard of wonder in the magic world.

Unfortunately, no one saw this spectacle. The dementor wandered for a while and probably felt that this prey was a little tricky, so he gave up on Qi Yu and floated towards the distance.

But he let Qi Yu go, but Qi Yu refused to let the monster go, and immediately followed. After following for a while, the dementor seemed angry, attacked Qi Yu again, then scattered his wand and retreated helplessly.

Qi Yu still followed it, repeating this seven or eight times.

Half an hour later, the dementor seemed to have accepted his fate and let Qi Yu, an outsider, follow him, and was too lazy to use teleportation. Anyway, even if he used it quickly, he would be put on Qi Yu. The teleportation of the dementor was not used unlimitedly. Qi Yu calculated it and could only teleport once every five minutes.

The distance of a teleportation is only ten meters.

Otherwise, he would directly teleport some corner of the bump, and Qi Yu would not be able to find the other party.

"Hey, do you understand what I'm talking?"

Qi Yu chased over the dementor and asked.

The dementor ignored Qi Yu and floated around on his own.

"Those magicians call you dementors, right? What kind of creatures are you? Can you communicate with humans?" Qi Yu asked in a chatterbox.

Since dementors can be kept in captivity to watch prisoners guarding the French prison, it is possible that they are not brainless beasts and have strong wisdom.

Since he has great wisdom, he can communicate. With communication, Qi Yu may let him take him out of this forest with him.

Qi Yu didn't know that the entire Demon French, the person who could communicate with the dementors was not born at all.

The Dementor used the dementor to guard the prisoner not to be the way he imagined, but to capture the dementor and directly drop it on the periphery of the prison, forming a minefield where no one can easily break through and no distinction between enemies and us.

As for the wisdom of the dementor, to be honest, no one except Qi Yu, the monster, is willing to have any contact with such a monster under such special circumstances. Of course, no one will be idle to study what level of wisdom the dementor has.

"Hey, let me say something, can you really not have any wisdom?" Qi Yu reached out and shook his hand in front of the dementor's eyes twice.

The dementor finally stopped and then used all his life's strength (if he had it) to make a sharp scream at Qi Yu's face.

The sound was so loud that it was like a strong wind rushing towards me. Qi Yu felt the threat at this moment, as if standing on a cliff, naked in the snow and ice, in a dark and enclosed space.

That smell of death is conveyed from the fountain of hell.

However, it is just the breath and taste, at least for Qi Yu.

"Shut up!"

Qi Yu reached out without hesitation and slapped the Dementor's face (near the blood-colored eyes), and his magical hand broke the Dementor's head, leaving only the blood-colored eyes.

After a few seconds, the broken head slowly returned to normal.

"Really, it's taught even a cow. Are you paramecium? You can't think at all?" Qi Yu had already decided to give up the plan to communicate with the creature.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from my mind, then it turned into a sharp female voice, and then it turned into a roar of the car motor.

After changing several times, the sound changed back to a "rustling" sound again, as if a radio station was automatically tuned. After waiting for a few seconds, it felt like a straight voice like an announcer.

The voice asked in Qi Yu's mind: "What do you... want?"

"I'll go." Qi Yu was stunned and looked at the dementor in front of him, "This is you."

After a while of silence, the innocent baritone rang again: "Yes."

"I'll go, I can understand what I said. Then what did you pretend to be a B just now and you have to beat me up before speaking?" Qi Yu said.

The dementor didn't say anything, not to mock Qi Yu, but to analyze the meaning of Qi Yu's words.

Dementors are between life and death, and their behaviors are between dead and living things. If they are not necessary, they are like stones that can eat, move, and make sounds. Not to mention that they do not communicate with other races or even with similar species.

But when it is really necessary, the wisdom of the dementors' completely closed will still be opened and become a smart race that can communicate normally.

Just like a set program, it will be dealt with when encountering special circumstances.

"Why does it feel like a robot?"

After listening to the Dementor's "self-analysis", Qi Yu was a little stunned.

The dementor didn't speak. According to his analysis, he didn't need to answer this sentence.

"Can you take me out to find a forest?" Qi Yu asked.

The dementor floated in one direction in silence, and Qi Yu followed him, but he didn't continue talking: "Then you usually are like a stone, or you seem to be sleeping, and now you are awake?"

"By the way, by the way, do you dementors feel like we humans? Is it the same as we see you?"

After a long time, the dementor gave Qi Yu an answer.

They look at humans as if humans look at salt!

"What the hell is salt?" Qi Yu was stunned.

"Seasonings are optional... Just like you humans don't talk to salt, we won't have any communication with other races." Dementor explained a little.

"What's this!"

Qi Yu felt that he was Spartan. In the eyes of the Dementor, he was just a big piece of tickling teeth, which was difficult to swallow, and it was also very salty.

Because it was so special, I didn't eat it. I took it out and put it in my hand and looked at it carefully before I could communicate now.

"You are so magnanimous that you are locked up by a pile of salt."

A very good person was treated like salt, and Qi Yu couldn't help but fight back.

"It doesn't make any sense. It's like your race will die if you don't consume salt for a long time. In a sense, you are also locked up by salt." said the Dementor.

"Damn!"

Qi Yu was stunned. He felt that the dementor was justified and had no way to refute it. From his origins to now, he had never thought that he would be educated by such a strange creature or dead object.

"This feeling is really subtle."

Qi Yu wanted to talk more with the dementor, but unfortunately the voice did not appear in his mind again.

In terms of dementor's mind, it was to look at the somewhat unique salt and put it in his pocket.

After walking slowly for an hour, the surrounding woods became sparse, the fallen leaves under your feet began to decrease, and various stones could be seen from time to time.

During this period, there were other dementors who wanted to come and eat Qi Yu's difficult salt. After being scattered with a stick, they did not dare to make rash at will and escape far away.

"I still can't understand."

Qi Yu shook, this kind of creature full of philosophical meaning really requires philosophers to communicate better.

Not far away, you can already see a large area of ​​normal open space without fog.

These mists are the product of the dementor's activities, and their activity area is only in this woods. Unless someone specially brings them to other places, the dementor will not step out of the woods.

Even if the person is on the border of the woods and is less than half a meter away, the dementor will not absorb the person's soul.

Walking to the edge of the woods, the dementor stopped.

"Hu——" Qi Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said to the dementor, "Although I am despised, I still thank you for taking me out of the woods."

“No need to be polite.”

The dementor suddenly said, frightening Qi Yu.

Qi Yu was about to say something, but suddenly a sound of rapid footsteps came from a distance. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it. It seemed that several people were running towards this area.

Qi Yu flashed behind a big tree, and it was not easy to see him in the darkness.

As for the dementor, for some reason, he still stayed by Qi Yu's side, and after a while, he asked: "Why are you hiding?"

"Philosophers don't understand." Qi Yu said perfunctorily.

What kind of good people would appear in such a place in the middle of the night? Based on this thinking, Qi Yu naturally chose to observe it secretly before talking about it.

The figures were getting closer and closer, and one of them suddenly lit up his hand, as if he was holding a flashlight.

Thanks to the man's blessing, Qi Yu also saw the appearance of the visitor clearly. Three Western-born girls wearing uniforms had hair of three different colors: gold, flax and brown.

The light emanated from the magic wand in the hands of the blond-haired girl in the middle.

The closer they got to the woods, the slower the three of them were moving, almost crowded into a ball, and a little movement would bring a depressing scream, just like three frightened quails.

But for some reason, the three of them still gritted their teeth and moved little by little towards the woods, although the speed was not much faster than that of the snail.
Chapter completed!