Hunting College

Vol 5 Chapter 232: Pass by

"Demon Hunting College (

"You only need a bag of gold to get the asylum of the great Bastite! What other business is more cost-effective than this?!"

"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"

"You won't encounter any danger in Uzza after wearing it!" The short dwarf merchant quickly got rid of the consternation caused by the little banshee's escape thinking, and continued to work hard to sell his amulet: "And this only requires one Bag of gold!"

Zhu Zhu sighed unchecked.

"I'm sorry," she bulged her cheeks, her red pupils filled with apologies: "Although I am also afraid of danger, I am even more afraid of my captain... If the captain knows that I enshrine other gods, he will eat me. Dropped."

After that, she carried her hands on her back, shook her head, and bounced away from the dwarf's shop to chase Nikita who was about to disappear in the crowd.

The dwarf merchant stared blankly at the back of the little witch leaving, and for a long while, he spit on the ground unluckily.

Looking back, I saw two sturdy wizards in red robes squatting in front of their stall, looking at another wood carving of a toad-shaped **** on the stall, whispering to each other, whispering something.

One of them was a fat man with a round head and face and blue skin; the other had a striking red face. Judging by their appearance, it is obvious that they are all foreigners.

The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he leaned over immediately.

The two wizards were talking quietly.

"This is the sculpture of that guy Satogua."

"I think it's a moon beast... The doctor told me that the moon beast, which is a specialty in the dream realm, looks almost like a big toad."

"But it has no tentacles on its mouth! And if I remember correctly, the moon beast should be white. The color of this sculpture is almost purple and black, similar to that of Satogua."

"Satoguya has short hair, not this oily skin..."

"Hey, you are the boss, right!" The blue-skinned fat man turned his head to look at the dwarf merchant, and asked rudely: "Then you must know who this sculpture belongs to, right!"

"Of course!" The dwarf nodded confidently with his hips akimbo: "The great Satogua..."

Fatty Lan immediately looked at his companion with a smug look.

The dwarf changed his words and added: "...with the descendants of the great mother of the moon beast! With it, you can simultaneously obtain the friendship of the moon beast clan and the favor of His Majesty Satogua!"

Fatty Lan's face turned dark suddenly, and his companion, the stout wizard with a red face, clutched his stomach and couldn't breathe with a smile.

"All you need is a bag of gold!" The dwarf shouted hoarsely, waving his short arms: "A bag of gold! You can get the blessing of two adults! Is there a more cost-effective business than this?! Absolutely not. Up!"

The two outsiders stood up.

"Faith is not for sale," Fatty Blue rejected the dwarf's peddling righteously: "Blessing is not a business either. You are tarnishing these sacred words."

However, the red-faced wizard was relatively simple, and honestly said to the dwarf: "In fact, we don't have a bag of gold... We just came here and we don't know what the currency is."

The dwarf spit on the ground again with a bad face.

The fat man and Zhang Jixin returned to the street and continued to walk along the flow of people.

"Speaking of it, the captain and the others should have already arrived." Fatty Lan looked around and said, "I don't know where the guy Maodou went..."

"It's time to find the black cat." Zhang Jixin replied slowly: "By the way, did you smell anything on that dwarf just now?"

"Well, it's a very weak breath of a demon." Fatty Lan didn't care, waved his hand: "It's likely that some demon will pass by the remaining breath. We still don't want to make extravagances..."

The red-faced wizard nodded silently.

The two continued to walk along the flow of people.

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When Zhuzhu found Nikita, the banshee was standing in front of a divination booth, bending over, carefully looking at a piece of yellowed parchment.

It was a booth with a big purple umbrella, golden tassels and fragrant snails hanging down the umbrella bones, dangling in the breeze. There is a huge table under the umbrella. The table top is covered with a purple tablecloth. It looks fluffy, shining with a white light in the sunset. On the table lay a thick book, several rolls of parchment, ink and purple feather pens, but the most eye-catching thing was a carved copper pot with a thin mouth and a big belly.

An old witch with a huge hooked nose was sitting behind the table, wearing a thick purple cloak, covering her head, neck and body, only revealing a face full of wrinkles.

Her skinny hands were like crow's claws, stroking the copper pot, muttering words in her mouth.

The mouth of the pot sprayed out a pearl-colored mist, condensed into a little man wrapped in a turban. The little man held a quill and left a string of swashes on the yellowed parchment.

The little banshee leaned over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wrote a string of poetic words in black ink on the parchment:

"The sunset glow,

Doom is inevitable.

We stand at the end of life.

Holding fantasy and dreams, weep bitterly.

But he has a destiny that cannot be changed. "

The little banshee looked up at the red clouds in the sky, as if blood was burning. As the evening breeze blew, she tightened her beautiful little robe and had a cold war.

"What is this?" it asked Nikita in a low voice.

"I don't know either." The banshee shook her head: "It's not a prophecy or a verse. It looks more like a romantic poet sighing about fate."

"Isn't this for you?" Zhu Zhu looked at the banshee in confusion, and then at the old fortuneteller in the cloak sitting behind the booth, with a dazed expression.

"No," Nikita stood up straight and replied calmly, "I just stood here, and the little thing in the copper kettle got out and wrote such a paragraph."

Zhu Zhu took a careful look at the old witch.

The old witch squinted her eyes halfway, as if she didn't hear the guests' conversation. There was a soft cat cry in her arms, a golden gradual paw poked out from under the purple cloak, stretched a lazy waist, and the five mats opened comfortably. The little banshee could not help but stretch her hand to pinch A pinch.

"Excuse me," the little banshee resisted the impulse in her heart, and asked the old witch politely: "Have you ever seen a pair of witch and witch with a gray dog... it looks like this? ."

She took out a portrait from her arms, which was based on the description of the ancestors, but the ancestors and the wizard are not the same creatures. It is inevitable that there will be a situation similar to'face blindness', so they provide the portrait Only has a simple reference meaning.

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