Monster Hunting High School

Even if he was very sure in his heart that the fat blue man lying on the beach was his classmate, Zheng Qing would not be careless at all. He still followed the formal procedures in the hunting plan and examined the fat man.

During the whole process, Fatty Blue, who was sitting on the beach, was very cooperative. Except for wiping his saliva when a young lady wearing a bikini passed by him, he made no other movements.

"Aren't you worried that I am a monster in the dream?"

Zheng Qing threw the talismans to ward off evil spirits, subjugate demons, and transform evil spirits on the fat man, and asked curiously: "Are you so confident about my talismans?"

The fat man raised his eyebrows and looked down at a talisman that was slowly falling.

The yellow talisman fluttered and fell, stuck to the grease and sweat on his body, without causing any abnormalities. Zheng Qing used his hand skills to activate the talisman, and Fatty Lan was wrapped in wisps of green smoke, looking like a giant Buddha enjoying incense.

"Isn't this normal?"

The fat man patted his belly, took a deep breath, sucked in the smoke from the fireworks all around him, and showed an honest smile: "...and even if I'm worried, I always have to keep you closer so that I can react in time. Na."

As he spoke, he turned over and put away a small black box.

Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

The box was about an inch long and two fingers thick. There was a small hole the size of a meter at the top of the box. The whole box was covered with golden runes. It was the flying centipede they bought at Wandering Bar a long time ago.

The flying centipede likes to suck the brains of demons and is very sensitive to the scent of demons. But that doesn't mean it only reacts to demonic scents. This kind of ancient insect's ability to recognize danger and strangeness is far beyond that of ordinary wizards.

The flying centipede in the fat man's hand could only sense abnormalities within fifteen steps because of its young age.

Based on this request, he also hopes that Zheng Qing will get closer.

But there's a problem.

"I remember that the flying centipede was kept by the elders." The young public-funded student took a step back, with a hint of vigilance on his face: "Even if the elders lend it to you without going through the sacrifice process, how can you use it?"

"It's because I don't have any sacrifices, so it can only identify the breath within fifteen steps." The fat man looked at another beautiful woman running on the beach with a squinting look, and at the same time glanced at Zheng Qing with his peripheral vision, He complained: "I don't even think it's strange that you have a tail hanging behind you, but you still doubt me?"

Tail?

Zheng Qing was a little confused and turned to look back.

He thought the fat man was saying someone was following him, but when he turned around, he realized that the fat man was talking about the real tail. A long, thick tail covered with soft black fur, as if aware of Zheng Qing's thoughts, poked out from under his robe and tapped the air a few times.

It looks like a little hand saying hello.

Zheng Qing was so frightened that he leaned back and almost fell on the beach.

The black tail was dangling in the air, trying hard to help the wizard maintain his balance, which made Zheng Qing feel an indescribable sense of absurdity in his heart.

"So, you just told me to learn to control myself, which is a fallacy." The fat man took out a knife from nowhere, cut open the belly of the roasted camel, reached inside and rummaged around for a long time, and finally took out a roasted quail. He went to his mouth and bit it randomly, shook his head, and commented:

"You can't even control what you look like, and you still want to hide your thoughts. Wouldn't it be ridiculous... The consequence of trying to block your thoughts is that no matter where you go, there will be a fog behind you."

Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's teasing and quickly took out a mirror from the gray cloth bag.

I took a photo.

Fortunately, fortunately, although his face was a little pale, he still had his own face now and was not running around staring at a cat face. The young public-funded student breathed a sigh of relief and looked back.

Just like what the fat man just said.

Behind him, in the distance, were pieces of light mist, like the tail of a white robe. Compared with the fog that had just arrived in this world, the fog was not as dense, but it also made the originally clean and refreshing beach feel a bit more blurry and chaotic.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat man finished chewing the last piece of breast meat of the roasted quail, threw away the bones, stood up with difficulty, and looked around reluctantly: "... No one can enjoy the beautiful scenery in a good time. Dream. Gone, gone."

After saying that, he casually wiped his greasy hands on Zheng Qing's robe and rushed towards Maodou while shouting.

The dog meowed and ran away.

Zheng Qing looked at the oil stain on his robe and bared his teeth. Just as he was about to curse a few words, he saw a mist clinging to his robe and eliminating the oil stain.

This is a dream and an illusion.

Zheng Qing nodded thoughtfully and followed the footsteps of Maodou and Fatty in the distance.

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…

The water ripples.

It distorted the originally illusory face of the dream and shattered the white mist.

Mr. Wu moved his eyes away from the clear water in the copper basin and looked at the door of Sanyou Bookstore.

"That bastard went to Dreamland?"

A yellow whirlwind broke through the door curtain of the bookstore, blew to the owner's lounge chair, and stopped abruptly: "...This is simply nonsense! Lawless! How dare he be so reckless! A group of first-year wizards dare to go to Dreamland? ! How do schools teach people now! ”

The yellow tabby puffed his beard and glared, growling in a low voice, and the tip of his tail swung wildly in the air behind him.

Its sound made the copper basin buzz, and the clear water in the copper basin also trembled, making the reflection in the clear water become fragmented.

Mr. Wu took off his glasses, put the book he was holding on his knees, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the tip of the yellow tabby's tail. He felt that the cat's tail looked very much like the tail of a gray-skinned dog.

Maybe the cat and the dog were reborn in the wrong child? The old man thought to himself, looked up at the ceiling, and once again wondered whether there was some kind of existence outside the world that would interfere with the operation of this world.

"The school naturally has school rules." Mr. Wu replied casually: "As for why the child went to Dreamland, I can probably guess the reason... and I took him there once before, and he thought there was nothing big there. The danger."

"Why did you take him there?"

"See the falseness and reality of this world."

"Didn't you tell him how dangerous the mirror world is? Those old things deep in the starry sky cannot come to this world, but they can extend their tentacles into the dreamland... Does he know this?"

"I probably don't know." The gentleman looked at the tabby cat and sincerely spread his hands:

"But if it is kept in a greenhouse, no matter how rough the grass is, it will become delicate... Just like when you face the sun, you will always fall asleep. Only when you are blown by the cold wind can your consciousness become clear. Some. This is not a big idea, it’s a little bit of common sense.”