Monster Hunting High School

Wu Mian held Zhu Zhu's small mirror in his hand and looked at the face in the mirror happily.

As long as the painting is good, it can disguise itself as anything.

Not just wizards.

Every time, when it changes into a new look, there will always be a period of narcissism - even if it wears snake skin and pretends to be a pet snake, it will be very happy in the first days.

When Nikita mentioned primroses and red fruits to Zhu Zhu, although his faceless eyes were still looking at the mirror, his eyes were a little erratic.

The phrase 'just stay alive' suddenly reminded him of many past events.

The ability to change shapes and forms at will and pretend to be other people is the unique talent of the Faceless Demon. Wizards discovered their existence a long time ago, and some ancient books even gave them a very appropriate name, painted skin. Because they have no eyes, nose, mouth, or ears, their entire face is as clean as a blank canvas.

Painted skin is not something you are born with.

To this day, the wizarding world is still debating the origin of the painting.

Therefore, Faceless doesn’t know why it is Faceless—it doesn’t know its origins, its name, or its original appearance.

When it becomes conscious, it is already a faceless demon.

When the leader, the captain of the Poseidon, found it, it was curled up in a ball and passed out in the woods.

If there was no leader, maybe he would have starved to death long ago - this thought often ran through Faceless's mind during his spare time. When it was first born, it almost starved to death because it had no mouth.

It was the leader who taught it how to draw its mouth.

"A faceless head will starve to death if he can't even draw a mouth." The leader said, then he grabbed a small piece of charcoal and held it on a piece of worn-out parchment to teach it how to draw a mouth.

After Wu Mian regained health, he immediately changed himself into a gluttonous mouth.

In my mind, hunger is a nightmare more terrifying than death. That day, it seemed to be possessed by a glutton and ate the blood of dozens of people until it was seriously injured due to overeating.

"Only through suffering can one learn lessons." This is another sentence the leader said to him.

From that day on, Faceless never drew a slightly larger mouth.

This slightly pouty cherry mouth suits me best.

Facing the small mirror, Wu Mian painted his pouted mouth a little brighter red. The wizards call this seduction - this is also the technique the leader told it, and it has kept it in mind.

"You don't have the right to choose your identity, but you have the opportunity to choose your face." This is the most important sentence the leader said to him: "...the face you choose determines how you will live in the future. In this process "Choice is not important, survival is important."

The words the leader said passed through Wu Mian's mind, and his wandering eyes gradually regained focus.

It looked at the little witch not far away who looked exactly like itself but was dressed in rags, and for some reason, it sighed deeply.

Nikita heard a sigh behind her.

But she didn't care.

At this moment, her attention was focused on the little witch in front of her.

"Come with me." She stretched out her hand to the little witch, just like Sir Ulrich stretched out his hand to her in the depths of the Sahara a long time ago: "...This is how everyone starts."

‘Zhu Zhu’ held the second bowl of tribute.

Along the edge of the bowl, I sipped the green juice in small sips, not wanting to waste any of it. The surging magic power flowed through her body along with those juices. Her eyes became more and more alert, and the sweet scent on her body became weaker and weaker.

Like a candle that is about to run out of wax, it keeps blooming in the wind and rain.

for a long time.

The little witch dropped the empty bowl in her hand, burped, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"This is the legendary 'drinking poison to quench thirst'." Her voice was full of vicissitudes that did not fit her identity. Although her eyes were still blank, they were completely different from the initial blankness.

The initial confusion is the confusion after the magic power is exhausted and the consciousness falls into a blank.

The confusion now is the uncertainty about the future.

Nikita answered the little witch with the words she just said: "It doesn't matter what you eat, what you drink, what color your eyes are... just stay alive."

"But I still want to sit with my parents." The little witch smiled at her, like a ray of sunshine in the morning or a breeze after the rain, clean and pure.

"You will die here alone." Nikita lowered his eyelids, looked at the tattered little leather shoes of 'Zhu Zhu', and said softly.

"Someone said that he would come back to pick me up." The little witch replied with certainty.

"You can't wait that long."

"Then let's wait until I die before making a decision." The little witch waved her hand bravely, then took her small mirror from Faceless's hand, and then took her blank picture album from Nikita's hand, turned around, Walk deeper into the enchanted forest.

The two banshees stood behind her, watching her retreating figure quietly without any obstruction. The ancestors hiding under the shadow of the oak tree cautiously beat their chests and responded to each other's confusion.

"She's not coming back," Faceless said in a crisp, new-faced voice.

"Come back or not, it doesn't matter." Nikita smiled slightly and reached out to grab a wisp of colorful breeze: "...it's good to be able to survive."

An old Zuge crawled to the feet of the banshees and kissed the soil at her feet.

Its skinny hands patted its chest briskly, reporting to the banshees what the Zugos had discovered outside the enchanted forest.

Nikita suppressed the smile on her face:

"You mean, you saw the wizard's hunting team at the edge of the enchanted forest?"

The ancestors each slapped their chests hard, confirming the banshee's judgment.

"Could it be related to the previous thunder and lightning?" Wu Mian looked at Nikita and asked in a low voice.

"Maybe." The banshee did not answer directly, but just let go of the wisp of breeze she had just grabbed. After the breeze left its restraints, it bravely rushed towards the sky.

Then it was torn to pieces in a stronger gust of wind.

What left with the stronger wind was a huge shadow. A shadow has shrouded the heads of the Zuge tribe and the banshee from beginning to end.

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The free wind blows from the open wilderness, carrying emotional particles that emit colorful light and look like diamond dust, and blows into the tall and dense oak forest.

It caused a rustling sound all around.

There is the sound of the broad leaves of the oak trees

There is also the sound of the slender leaves of the weeds in the fields.

Zheng Qing listened to these sounds in a daze, a little lost in thought. The temporary protective array can isolate the wind with emotions and the rain with memories, but it cannot isolate the sounds in the wind and rain.

At this moment, in addition to the rustling sound of the wind and rain colliding with the leaves, besides the magic circle, there were also some continuous sounds that sounded like savages beating small leather drums.

Very noisy.