Hunting College

Although it has been less than two years since he entered the school, Zheng Qing has also seen many big scenes.

He has seen all these existences such as members of the parliament under the moon, dark wizards, outer gods, legends, etc.; he has been to the world in the mirror, the world in the dark night, and the scenes of tens of thousands of wizards and demons fighting each other. I have seen it, and even he himself has been bombed once, and he has gone to the blank space to play the card.

Relatively speaking, the school hunting party held by the First University should only be regarded as a small scene.

He thought he wouldn't be nervous anymore.

But when everyone he met in the academy was talking about the night trials, the dangers of the dreamland, and how fierce the competition among the hunting teams this time was, the young public student couldn't help but get nervous.

Not only was he worried that the crime hunting team would lose its way, he was chased by Su Shijun's fanatical fans.

He was worried that he accidentally blew up the hunting ground in the dreamland during the game, the forbidden curse seeds were exposed, and then he was chased by a group of dark wizards.

He was also worried that Su Shijun would lose his mouth when he was instructing, revealing Poseidon's identity, and he would be hunted down by everyone.

Thinking that any kind of bad result is that he is hunted down by a group of people, the young public fee student can't help but feel a little self-pity, silently raised his middle finger, and cursed this **** world twice.

The tension peaked when the two class leaders handed out 'admission tickets' to the students at the Sunday evening class meeting.

"I feel a little sick in my stomach."

Young Gong Fei rubbed his stomach and stared at the palm-sized yellow paper in front of him, feeling that the dinner he had just eaten was gushing up his throat little by little.

Fatty Xin, who was sitting in the front row, immediately turned his head and said eagerly, "I..."

"No, I don't need to, I feel fine now." The young public fee student politely declined—he had made up his mind that he would not eat anything the fat man handed him before the school hunting party was over—while he picked up a pen, in Downton Under the supervision of , he signed his hunter ticket.

The 'admission ticket' of the school hunting competition is divided into 'hunter ticket' and 'audience ticket'. It is a spell used by the hunting committee to lead hunters and spectators into the fantasy world. It is made of yellow paper. The only difference is the hunter ticket. On one side, the name of the hunting team is written with a rune pen, while the spectator ticket is only marked with the words 'not for sale'.

According to Downton's explanation on the podium, everyone only needs to put this 'coupon charm' under the pillow before going to bed, and after falling asleep, they can enter the venue prepared by the hunting committee.

"What if I don't have a dream at night?" Fatty likes to punch him on any issue.

"Bake two handfuls of lavender before going to bed, or prepare a pack of thyme." Downton was clearly prepared for this question and answered without hesitation: "If you are worried about accidentally having nightmares, you can make a nightmare doll in advance, or hang it by the bed. A bunch of mistletoe sprigs...and rosemary sprigs."

"Verbena is also fine!" In another corner of the classroom, a classmate shouted: "Hanging verbena by the bed before going to bed can also avoid nightmares!"

"The only bad thing is that after you use verbena, you need to wash the quilt and sheets when you get up in the morning." Fatty Xin laughed.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. In addition to helping sleep, verbena also has another important function: aphrodisiac. The ointment made with verbena is a must for making many classical love potions.

After this interruption, Zheng Qing's nervousness was relieved, and his tumbling stomach was much calmer.

This peace of mind worked well until he returned to the dormitory and tucked into the canopy of the six-poster bed.

Before going to bed, the wizard deliberately pulled out the nightmare doll that Jiang Yu had given him before, and stuffed it under the pillow together with the hunter ticket. The dormitory was filled with the aroma of roasted lavender, mixed with the melodious purr of the fat cat and the little elves. Small, the wizard soon fell asleep.

When he regained his senses again, he was in a thick blue-white mist.

The fog is very thick, and there seem to be many dark shadows in the depths of the fog, making it difficult to see clearly. Zheng Qing subconsciously took out the rune gun and rotated the magazine to the position of the ordinary rune bullet.

The crisp sound of the gun's turning was particularly clear in this fog - Zheng Qing suspected that this loudness had a lot to do with his confidence in the talisman.

"Captain, don't shoot! Your own... don't shoot!"

Fatty Xin's squeaking voice came from the fog: "Just now, I was wondering if the trials would start as soon as I entered... But as soon as I heard your familiar rune gun sound, I knew that I was surrounded by my own people... You can do whatever you want... Shooting, maybe the hunting game has not yet started, and the crime will be reduced by more than half of the non-combat."

This cheap voice and way of ramble, really like a fat wizard.

While speaking, Zheng Qing suddenly noticed that the fog around him had become a lot darker. At the same time, Fatty Xin's huge figure gradually became clear, and he was waving his arms at Zheng Qing happily.

The young public fee student was carrying the talisman and looked at the fat man vigilantly—he was not the first time he had entered the dream, and hated those elves who had a bad imitation preference in the dream.

"Don't worry, it's true." Another familiar voice sounded behind Zheng Qing's side, and with this voice, the surrounding fog became clearer.

Xiao Xiao walked out of the fog with his notebook in his arms, looked around thoughtfully, adjusted his glasses, and habitually analyzed: "...This fog should be a by-product of the interaction of a lot of spirits, similar to 'unfamiliar' The resulting 'unknowns' ... will fade away as you find the 'anchor' of the 'familiar'."

Zheng Qing silently put away the talisman gun. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Those who can say such a lot of difficult words are definitely not those stupid elves who can't make up all the lies in the dream. And the changes in the surrounding are also confirming the doctor's analysis - more and more figures are clearly emerging from the fog, and the fog is rapidly disappearing as the popularity gathers.

"I thought I could ride a pumpkin cart or ride a rabbit after I came in." Dylan's shiny hair stood out in the crowd. He walked to Zheng Qing, looked around carefully, and whispered into his captain's ear. : "Where's the congressman? Isn't she with us?"

"The instructors are all meeting at the referee's bench, and they will be here soon." Zhang Jixin squeezed into the small circle of guilt, and his voice was as loud as ever: "Listen to my brother, the first round of trials is very simple...you can play...the longer you persist. the better."

It's nice to have a brother who is Razer.

Zheng Qing sighed with envy, and looked around again, the fog around him had completely dissipated, and the hunters gathered in groups of three or five into small circles one after another, with a curved dome above their heads and silver-gray beneath their feet. On the floor, there is a low rostrum not far away, on which stands a puppet with a bright smile.