Hunting High School

"...There is a magical insect called 'Sand Hour', which can secrete a liquid that prolongs the lifespan of magical creatures. Maybe it can maintain the vitality of these elves..."

"...You still don't have too much hope..."

"...they can only be seen in the depths of the silent forest..."

"...You are just a first-year freshman, I don't want you to take unnecessary risks because of this...Only high-level hunting teams have the authority to go deep into the Silent Forest..."

"...The time limit for the secretion of sand time is very short. The professors or researchers of the school will only issue Time Limit commissions for related tasks when needed...Even if only advanced hunting teams are allowed to accept them, the completion rate of these tasks is still very low... ..."

Although less than half a month has passed, in Zheng Qing's consciousness, it seems that a long time has passed.

Only some special "anchor words" - such as sand time, or life extension - can revive Zheng Qing's memory from the long river of time, allowing him to recall the recent experience from this short but complicated memory.

The words that Professor Li Qihuang once said, paragraph by paragraph, clearly emerged in Zheng Qing's mind.

At the same time, the data after the physical examination for the elves this morning also flowed past his eyes like running water.

Those gradually declining indicators were originally weighing heavily on his heart like a stone.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a rock crusher rumbling beside his ears, crushing the burdens that weighed on his heart in one go!

He seemed to have unloaded some burden, and his whole body was much more relaxed.

"Your complexion looks much better!" Lin Guo suddenly murmured in his ear, "Are you also imagining the wonderful life of catching sand and then selling it for money? It's too vulgar..."

"Little brat!" Zheng Qing let out a laugh, reached out and stroked Ling Guo's neat black hair without explaining.

Only his smile got bigger.

Linguo shook her head in dissatisfaction, got rid of his clutches, and rubbed back to the old man Verne.

The old school worker was holding a tall wooden staff, squinting his eyes, leaning against a big tree, listening to Professor Dorag giving lectures to the young students.

At his feet, the old hound, Lord May, hung his tongue out of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and slumped on the soft lawn like a limp slug.

Even a lame shouwu rolled over the bridge of its nose, but this 'slug' didn't raise its eyelids.

On the contrary, Lin Guo had quick eyesight and quick hands, and took out an empty glass bottle from the schoolbag, put the activated Medicinal herbs in it, and stuffed it back into the schoolbag.

The old school worker just glanced at him, smiled, and didn't stop him.

This made Zheng Qing sigh.

Sure enough, at any time, human beings have a higher tolerance for 'little cubs' than other age groups.

If it was Zhang Jixin's careless 'stealing' of the potion resources in the academy, a sky-high compensation bill would be sent back to Zhang's old house in a blink of an eye.

In the crowd, Professor Dorag also happened to talk about Sha Shi's experience in the magical world.

Although time is everywhere, perhaps the energy contained in the magical 'timeline' is more abundant, so most sand time groups are found in areas where magic is active.

Because sand is full of treasures all over the body, the nests built by these little bugs in areas where wizards are concentrated are often 'relocated' by the wizards as a whole, and transferred to a more 'safe' laboratory.

I don't know if it's because of the arrogance of the 'ultra-dimensional creature' that the raised Shashi will gradually stop eating, and the mother of Shashi will gradually lose the ability to brew the royal jelly of Shashi.

And after being released into the wild, without the restraint of magic, this little bug will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As if they could really slip through the timeline.

Until now, in the entire Phuket Island, only in the depths of the Silent Forest are there traces of these little bugs.

"Everyone needs to pay attention." Professor Dorag raised an arm and rubbed a few skinny fingers.

A thread of sand slipped from his fingertips to the ground like running water, endlessly.

"The nests of this magical insect are usually based on the mother of sand, and are made of ordinary quartz stone particles—that is, the sand particles you see. The shape will vary slightly depending on the type of sand and the number of adults."

"Most of the time, the Mother of Sand Hours will make her lair in the shape of a ring shell and carry it on her back."

Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes.

On the one hand, he needs to carefully avoid the sand raised by the old professor.

On the other hand, he felt that the shape of Shashi's lair described by old Professor Dorag in a long paragraph seemed familiar.

"That is to say, Sha Shi's lair looks like a big snail," Linguo's crisp inquiry sounded from the crowd: "Is that right?"

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There was muffled laughter from the crowd.

Professor Dorag blushed, coughed twice, nodded, and seemed a little tongue-tied for a while.

Fortunately, the old man Verne was standing aside.

As a sophisticated old man, he was keenly aware of Professor Dorag's embarrassment.

So, he began to introduce the discovery experience of this group of 'murderers' to the patrol members.

"At first, I didn't realize that when a group of sand came to the school ... I just found some traces of slime in the grass when I was walking."

"I thought the few red-chained snakes that slipped into the school recently gave birth to cubs. You know, when those slippery little bugs just hatched, they always left such sticky marks everywhere."

Having said this, the old man paused for a moment, as if he was considering whether to expand this topic.

At this time, Professor Dorag has regained his composure, and naturally took up the topic of the old school worker, and made a few brief explanations:

"As this little classmate mentioned just now, you can regard the Mother of Sand Time carrying the insect nest as a big snail—in fact, the shapes between the two are indeed very similar—like a snail, crawling Mother of Sand Hour also leaves a very noticeable mark on the ground when moving."

Lin Guo hugged her backpack to her chest, puffing her mouth in dissatisfaction, as if she wanted to justify something.

But because the old professor was still talking, he finally didn't speak.

Zheng Qing laughed secretly.

He vaguely guessed the reason why Linguo was unhappy.

"Of course, as we mentioned before, the sand belongs to the class of insects, which is fundamentally different from the gastropods of snails. You should pay attention to this...It is very easy to get confused, so don't remember it wrong." Professor Dorag stressed.

Zheng Qing let out a breath, feeling a little swollen in his head.

Like other old professors, Mr. Dorag always emphasizes many suspected "knowledge points" when speaking in such informal occasions. God knows why the people on the patrol team pay attention to the different classes of these little bugs.

Elder Verne, on the other hand, finally gave up on explaining to the young wizard how he had discovered the sand.

He decided to let these young men see for themselves.

After a brief meeting with the assistant teachers in black robes, they finally agreed with the elders.

So, following the patrol team, Zheng Qing finally saw the rumored place where time was drained.

It was among tall bushes deep in the woods.

A yellow sand pile is conspicuous, but hidden.

It is conspicuous because in the woods by the lake, there are ankle-high grasses under your feet, tall trees and low shrubs around you, all of which grow extremely luxuriantly.

A pile of sand is caught in the middle, which is very conspicuous.

Concealment, because this pile of sand is hidden in a bush, covered by the flourishing branches and leaves of the bushes. If no one deliberately pushed aside this pile of bushes, I'm afraid no one would have been able to find anything strange within a step.

Zheng Qing recalled the old man Verne's explanation, and looked suspiciously at the old hunting dog at the front of the line that was swaying and leading the way.

He very much doubted that the dog had turned over the bushes for some reason.