Hunting College

The long-born species in the wizarding world often laugh at those short-born species, generation after generation, always making the same mistakes.

It's as if humans laugh at the memory of swimming fish for only five seconds.

However, unlike those fish that really only have five seconds of memory, humans are often good at using memories to beautify facts.

For example, Zhou Gongyi's morality concealed the **** memory under the Yin Ruins, turning the history of cannibalism into a legendary thriller in the Spring and Autumn Period. For example, the perseverance and pioneering pioneers of Great America, In fact, they are just villains, scumbags and losers in the Old World; another example, in Zheng Qing's impression, the former special plane escort, Mr. Hilda, is a very reliable and reassuring role.

However, reality is always much crueler than memory.

In the green valley, on an open meadow.

The freshmen of the Astronomy Class 08-1 of Jiuyou Academy and the Alchemy Class 08-1 of Alpha Academy silently watched the 12-year-old little witch interact with the teacher in the practice class, and they were speechless.

"Sir, sir, why do you have so many braids on your head?" Li Meng looked at the dirty braids on Hilda's head curiously, and asked, raising his hand.

"Hair is like snow, restraining my mind." Hilda looked sad and sad.

Zheng Qing shuddered, looked at that familiar and unfamiliar face in horror, and tried to connect the reassuring figure in his mind with the funny face in front of him.

"Mr. Then, why do you have so many iron rings on your face and so many copper nails?" Li Meng waved his short arm persistently and jumped up to ask.

"The door is nailed to lock my life and death." Hilda hid her face in her sleeves, and her voice choked.

So, what does the face and the door have to do with life and death? Zheng Qing looked at the two guys in front of him who seemed to be playing a drama with a brutal expression, and forcibly resisted the urge to growl.

He turned around, and many students in Jiuyou College still looked dull. On the contrary, Xiao Xiao's face was expressionless, and she looked a little serious - of course, it was not surprising, after all, Xiao Xiao had this serious expression in all teachers' classes.

Opposite them, those Alpha freshmen in white robes seemed to be completely unaffected by the scenes in the field. They were still able to face their faces and looked at the teacher solemnly, as if he was talking about some advanced magic knowledge.

No wonder many people say that Alpha is a hypocrite, and everyone sincerely doesn't deceive me, Zheng Qing nodded secretly.

"Sir, why are you covering your face?" In the venue, Li Meng waved his arms, his eyes full of questions.

"Of course..." Hilda covered her face, her voice gradually lowering.

"What?" Li Meng squeezed out the crowd and leaned in front of the young assistant, trying to hear what he was saying.

"Ah!" The teacher of the practice class suddenly put down his sleeves and put his face in front of Li Meng's eyes.

The pale, protruding eyeballs are like two peeled, cooked eggs stuck outside of the assistant teacher’s eye sockets; needle-sized pupils drip and circulate on the eyeballs, and blood vessels of uneven thickness hang sparsely on the eyeballs. Added a bit weird.

This face is a bit swollen, and the skin on his face seems to be wrinkled by hot water, and it looks like it is tattered.

The left half of the nose was lost, leaving only a huge, abrupt black hole; and the other half of the nose seemed to have been smashed with a hammer, crumbling under the shackles of a few fragile muscles.

The pitch-black tongue was half hung over his lips, and blue mucus was flowing on it.

In short, this face can be well-deserved as the ultimate BOSS in any horror movie.

"Ah!!!" Li Meng screamed in response to the assistant teacher's action.

"Fuck!!" The freshmen standing in the front row were also taken aback by the honor, and they crawled back to hide.

"Axi!" Zheng Qing regained his senses, with 10,000 alpaca rushing past.

Obviously, this nonchalant practical teacher didn't know why, and suddenly wanted to scare everyone.

But this is a class!

Zheng Qing rolled up his sleeves and forcibly suppressed the urge to rush to beat him. Because he knew that his strength was still unable to suppress the assistant teacher, the only consequence of rushing forward was to be counter-suppressed.

If he had a textbook in his hand, he would definitely hit the ground viciously.

The other freshmen who had slowed down came back in twos and threes, and a few strong boys began to look up and down Hilda's assistant.

In the middle of the field, the teacher assistant who feels good about himself stood up straight, spread his hands, shrugged, and accidentally shook the eyeballs in his eye sockets.

"This is your future!" Hilda raised his hand, pushed back the eyeball that fell out of the eye socket, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Poisoning! Blindness! Disfigurement! Mutilated limbs!"

Four horrifying images emerged out of thin air around the new students, scrolling to show various miserable images.

When the projection disappeared, Assistant Hilda's face had returned to normal.

That familiar, decadent face full of copper nails and iron rings reappeared in front of everyone.

Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he suddenly felt that this face looked much pleasing to the eye.

Hilda waved her arms and shouted hoarsely:

"What you see is the future that wizards who hunt demons have to face!"

"This world is cruel!"

"You never know what the situation will be in the next moment."

"If you are not ready, then please turn around and leave my class!"

"If you are ready, stand in line! Wait for the song of the demon hunter to sound!"

"Now." The assistant teacher opened his eyes wide, and his eyes skipped from the nervous young faces: "Tell me, your choice!"

Every freshman stood quietly in the team.

No one chose to leave.

The assistant teacher nodded in satisfaction and smiled gently.

"Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has invited our lovely classmate Li Meng to stand back in the line." Hilda waved his hand casually, opened the book in his hand, and said: "According to the group of the previous class, rearrange Good formation!"

The first practice class was conducted indoors.

At that time, the assistant teacher was very normal. Like the teachers in other courses, he only called the names, got acquainted with the faces of the two classes, listened to their self-introductions, and then divided the freshmen into groups.

According to his explanation in the last class, all the course arrangements and schoolwork requirements of the practical class are completed in groups.

Hearing the teacher's arrangement, the two freshmen teams began to mix together, and everyone was trying to find their own partner.

"Li Meng?" Assistant Hilda squinted, looking at the young little witch who was standing beside him, and patted her shoulder: "You can go back to the team."

"Uh!" Li Meng let out a hiccup, rolled his eyes, and fell straight to the ground.

The freshmen froze for a moment, and suddenly fell into greater panic.