Hunting High School

Turtle back inkstone, Songwen ink, Zihao soft brush, yellow paper.

Then add a red card slot.

With the blood dripping out from his finger, Zheng Qing quickly drew an oblivion talisman above the standard level, wrapped it into a talisman bullet, and stuffed it into the talisman gun.

Immediately, a new slender tube emerged in the sea of ​​consciousness, one end poked into the blue air mass, and the other end was attached to the tail of the talisman bullet, violent magic power poured into the talisman bullet one after another, visible to the 'naked eye'.

Zheng Qing felt the swelling pain in his mind getting lighter.

"That's all right," he rubbed his sore forehead, and looked at the blurred face behind the door: "What should I do next? Shall I just shoot you in the head?"

This statement is a bit cold.

"Theoretically, it doesn't have to be hit directly on the head... Any part of my body is fine." The owner of the old house was not annoyed by the young wizard's blunt words, and his tone seemed extra tolerant: "It's just that before that, I still need to hit the head." Almost."

"What's wrong?"

"Old-school wizards, like me, when we are about to complete a strange experiment, we will always pin our last hope on some great and mysterious existence... So, at this time, we usually put our hands together, in the bottom of our hearts. Say a word silently—May Merlin bless you, so that this talisman can be amazingly effective.”

"At this time," Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and curled his lips: "Merlin should be snoring or grinding his teeth, and has no time to answer our petty prayers."

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"Does Merlin snore too?" Zhu Si curled up in Jiang Yu's arms and looked at the witch curiously.

When Jiang Yu was still thinking about how to answer this question accurately and properly, Xin Fatty, who was standing next to her, helped her solve this problem first.

"Of course," Fatty replied solemnly, poking his belly. "Many people have heard it...It is said that Merlin's snoring sounds like a crow making a sound when it is boiled in a cauldron."

"Wow." The little witch opened her eyes wide and said meaninglessly. But he didn't know whether he was lamenting that a great wizard like Merlin would also snore, or whether he was surprised that Fatty knew such a secret thing.

Zheng Qing also gasped in admiration in his heart, but he was admiring Fatty's Talent, who could hook everything up with food.

But on the surface, he did not participate in the topic of the little witch. Instead, according to the hope of the old house owner, he put his hands together patiently and muttered the words "Merlin Blessing" in a low voice, repeating them many times.

Next to him, the thin and soft tentacles diverged at some point at the top, and the two ends also folded together. The seven or eight mouths on the tentacles prayed in unison, and the dark eyes looked at the dark night, full of piety.

Inexplicably, Zheng Qing felt pity for this rumored black wizard.

But he immediately got rid of the trembling in his heart and became firm again. After all, compared with this old wizard who lived for an unknown number of years, the situation of these young wizards is more dangerous.

After praying, Zheng Qing picked up the rune gun in his hand again, aimed at the blurred face behind the door, and kept his hands steady.

"Is it okay to just shoot?" He squinted one eye and asked subconsciously, but the forest that was razed to the ground not long ago involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Zheng Qing was very worried that if the shot went down, the tall Kela Mountain in front of him would be blown down.

"Okay," the blurred face behind the door poked a little farther out, and at the same time told the young wizard: "Aim for a little bit, don't worry about my safety...it's just a bullet that acts on the soul."

"We're not worried about your safety," the apologetic fortune teller replaced Zheng Qing, expressing the uneasiness in his heart: "We're just worried about what happens if something happens and we can't find the way up the mountain."

This explanation sounds a bit cold.

Zheng Qing immediately added: "Of course, it would be best if nothing unexpected happens."

The blurred face behind the door tilted to one side, with a confused expression: "The way up the mountain...and the way home are hidden on the peas under the pot of mushroom soup, haven't I already told you? "

Xiao Xiao came out more and more, in the eyes of the owner of the old house and his companions, he went straight to the dark crucible, then squatted down, and rubbed the crucible with the quill in his hand.

The emerald feathers flowed unhindered through the dark clay walls of the cauldron, as if passing through a phantom.

Zheng Qing frowned.

Although he guessed that the owner of the old house would not let them get the bean easily, but the cauldron that had been under his nose was a phantom, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"What does this mean." The young hunting team leader lowered his eyelids, looked at the seven or eight black eyes on the tentacles beside him, and asked calmly.

The mouths on the tentacles explained in a random way:

"The plight of the prisoners... No one believes that the other party will think about other people, and everyone is living in the best way for themselves!"

"The charm of magic! Only after you have fulfilled my conditions and eliminated the pollution can you get the bean."

"It has nothing to do with fairness, it's just a bit of survival wisdom for older people."

"But just like I don't have a choice...you don't really have a choice."

"Perhaps everything is just a vile joke of fate!"

Zheng Qing ignored the tentacles twitching wildly under his nose, blocked the noisy voice in his ears, and his eyes fell on Xiao Xiao: "What do you think?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Shoot."

Zheng Qing pulled the trigger without saying a word.

boom!

The many runes on Remington's stubby gun flicker on and off, and the colors of golden yellow and silver gray complement each other. The rune bullet that had just been wrapped rushed out of the barrel, with a touch of blood and a touch of green, and hit the blurred face behind the door.

Snapped!

The door of the main door of the room opened abruptly. Although it was only for a short moment, Zheng Qing seemed to see a vast world hidden behind the door—in that world, a huge and distorted black shadow stood in it, dozens of The thick tentacles are waving all over the sky, welcoming the little light green shot from behind the door.

And the fuzzy face that has been dealing with Zheng Qing and others, including those soft tentacles, is like a tiny aerial root of a huge banyan tree hanging down by the water.

Moments are fleeting.

Fu Dan rushed into the main entrance of the house with that touch of green.

boom!

Following Fu Tan's figure, the door of the room was slammed shut with a gust of wind. Awakened the young public fee student who was stunned by that world and that huge figure, like a gavel sound, calming down the restless night.

The small courtyard fell into a dead silence, and even the gurgling boiling soup in the cauldron restrained his temper.