Hunting College

"No, it's not."

"She is a liar!"

"I didn't mean that!"

"Where is Jun Su Shi, I am looking for Jun Su Shi!"

Zheng Qing felt as if he was stripped naked and thrown into the snow, shivering in the cold wind, he roared loudly, defending, but the whispers of the guests in the audience seemed to drown his Roar.

"Let me ask you a few simple questions on behalf of the ordinary wizards of the Alliance." Ms. Pulitzer squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulders, like iron tongs, and Zheng Qing gasped.

At the same time, with the other hand of the witch, from the pearl-embedded handbag on her shoulders, she found a wooden archway on which was hung a small silver bell.

"Real archway!"

"It can tell the authenticity of the wizard's words! No one can lie in front of it!"

"Ms. Pulitzer is as rigorous as ever."

The murmurs of the guests in the audience suddenly became louder. Zheng Qing heard their discussion clearly. The archway concealed half of the silver bell, but could not hide the malicious and critical gazes in the audience.

"first!"

Ms. Pulitzer raised her voice slightly, suppressing the whispers of the guests in the audience, and at the same time squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulder, and asked amiably:

"I want to ask you how you mastered such a powerful magic... If you remember correctly, you are just a low-level student who has just entered school for a year. Why can you kill a senior wizard?"

"No, I didn't do it...it was the cat."

Zheng Qing murmured, but from the corner of his eyes he glanced at the small wooden archway in the air. The silver bells on the archway shook violently, screaming, almost crushing a person's stomach.

"lie!"

"fraud!"

"Fake and deceive in full view!"

In the sound of the crusade, one voice was particularly clear: "...Last year his hunting team won the freshman championship. I said it was tricky, but no one has believed it! Now everyone believes it!"

"Please answer the public's expectations honestly, thank you!"

Ms. Pulitzer had to put a "Sound Like a Bell" on her throat, barely suppressing the noise of the guests in the audience, and at the same time asked the second question:

"The next question, why did you choose to help the allied monsters in the Black Hell Battlefield, smash the defensive circle of the Hell Castle, and kill countless brave wizards?"

"That was an accident!"

Zheng Qing yelled, his voice distorted with excitement: "I didn't help the monster! I am also a wizard! That was just an accident! An accident on the battlefield!"

On the archway, the small silver bell shook crazily, and screamed, and a layer of clear cobweb-like cracks appeared on the silver shell of the trembling bell.

Ms. Pulitzer covered her mouth in shock, and looked at Zheng Qing in horror: "What the **** did you say! Even a magic item can't listen to it and want to commit suicide!!"

"What I said is true!"

"I did not lie!"

"That was really an accident!!"

Zheng Qing roared loudly, bang, the small silver bell shattered in front of him, turned into a shining fragment, overwhelming the sky, and fell down.

It was like a vast expanse of snow.

"fraud!"

A figure suddenly rushed to the podium, waving a bunch of dark mandala in his hand, and the young wizard on the stage shouted: "You executioner! Murderer!!!"

The wizards in charge of security rushed forward and pressed the daredevil to the ground. But Zheng Qing still stepped back in horror.

Because he saw that the wizard who rushed to the stage and brandished the black mandala had only half of his body-neatly, down the line of his forehead, nose, middle, and jaw, like a sharp scalpel. In a very short period of time, the wizard was cut in half - Zheng Qing could even see his trembling lung lobes, blood vessels curled up after being scorched, and blood plasma condensed in the section and hesitantly rolling.

"fraud!!"

The sorcerer who was overwhelmed to the ground struggled with that intact arm, raised his head and stared at his blue one-eyed, full of resentment and anger:

"...We fought **** battles on the front line! We were stabbed in the back by a villain like you! Even so ashamed to say that we are innocent!! It's so shameless!!"

Zheng Qing was speechless, unable to speak for a while.

Because he was vaguely aware of where the other half of the wizard had been lost—the slender red sky pillar he overturned, the one that smashed the Forbidden Curse of the Neiburg’s defense circle like a hot knife to cut butter. Pillar, if it falls on an ordinary wizard, it can definitely cause such damage.

It seemed that he sensed the shaking in the heart of the boy, and the wizard who was overwhelmed on the ground struggled harder and the scolding became louder. Although the security wizards who suppressed him still performed their duties loyally, they turned their heads and looked at the young wizard, their eyes all showing disgust and contempt.

"No, I am not, I am not."

Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously and continued to retreat in horror. It seemed that only the huge red curtain behind him could bring him a sense of security.

"murderer!"

"Traitor of the wizard!"

"Goblin running dog!"

"Don't let him run, catch that shameless man!"

The crowd suddenly surged in the audience. One figure after another stepped on the colorful trumpet flowers, climbed onto the podium, and grabbed Zheng Qing. Those pale white arms seemed to protrude from the abyss, densely packed, full of death and despair. Breath.

Even more terrifying is the owner of those arms.

Some have no heads, as if their heads were bitten off by some fierce beast, and there are still hideous tooth marks on their necks; some have large holes in their chests, their wounds are round and smooth, and their hearts are missing; some are covered with granulation and pus. Tumors, dark curses are like centipedes, crawling fast between those granulation and abscesses.

These are all wizards who died on the battlefield of Hell.

Or a wizard who is not as good as dead.

Zheng Qing became more and more frightened, struggling to break free from Ms. Pulitzer's paws, and back again and again, while constantly waving his arms, denying the accusations that were overwhelming ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ thump!

The long drapery dragged on the ground tripped the boy. He didn't have time to get up, put his hands on the ground, and continued to retreat, retreating into the red patch behind him, wrapped in a heavy tent, and he seemed to feel a touch of warmth.

The thick drapery enveloped the boys and isolated the noise outside, and those curses and curses seemed to keep going away. Just when the boy felt a little at ease, he heard a gurgling voice.

It's like running water, or the sound of blood pumping when the heart beats.

As he slid the word blood through his mind, he suddenly smelled a hint of blood. The young wizard slowly opened his eyes, and the heavy red curtain in front of him turned into an endless sea of ​​blood, endless red, overwhelming red, and dense red.

The viscous blood is like an invisible hand, grasping the boy's neck, arms, robe corners, and every part of the body, sinking into the deepest part of the blood sea.

In the depths of the blood sea, faintly, the sea-monsters humming softly ‘City in the Sky’ sounded again.