Hunting College

A dead leaf was swept by the breeze.

Quietly.

The chill of early winter smeared between heaven and earth, adding a thick blue-grey background to the world outside the window. Less than ten minutes before the end of get out of class bell rang, the entire teaching building was already empty, like an old beast crawling in the corner, the vitality was rapidly passing, and the dead silence permeated the whole body.

Just like the withering world all around.

Deep in the corridor on the second floor of the teaching building, in the fading light, two wizards in black robes were standing by the window. On the small orange fire.

The young man was alert to the movements on the front and back sides of the corridor—there were no portraits on the walls of this corridor, and there were no ghosts wandering around, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"The teaching assistants found another laboratory."

The magic biology lecturer was frivolous on his face, his voice was very soft, and he reported quickly: "I received a summons from No. 7 ten minutes ago... The personnel have been evacuated safely, but a batch of experimental subjects could not be destroyed in time. It might end up in the hands of those ticks."

Ticks are parasites on cattle that **** blood and are stubborn.

Professor Montelia lowered his eyelids.

"I have reminded you many times," he said in an almost whispering voice, "that the laboratory in the forest of silence is not your Zoar, but Sodom and Gomorrah, who are faced with being completely destroyed every moment. The possibility of destruction...the closer we get to success, the greater the risk to our laboratory, which is the catastrophe of fate."

Zoar is a small city where ancient magicians gathered, located east of Jerusalem, also known as the "sanctuary"; while Sodom and Gomorrah are two towns in legend that were destroyed by God because of their sins.

The young lecturer hesitated.

"What else?" Professor Montelia raised his eyelids again and looked out the window.

The round-faced wizard hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said the reason for his uneasiness: "Professor, I still think the new experimental plan is a bit too hasty... We still haven't fully figured out the mechanism of the demon's flesh and blood erosion, and we haven't been successful enough. Cases as a guide... There are doubts about whether the erosion resistance acquired by the medicine of extreme emotions is under control..."

"There's no time." Professor Montelia shook his head.

"What?" The magic biology lecturer was stunned for a moment.

The professor was silent for a few seconds, skipping the sentence he just said: "It is impossible to be 100% sure before any experiment is carried out, otherwise the experiment is meaningless... As for feasibility... I have seen with my own eyes, a completely degenerate head. It's no coincidence that the Migo demon broke free from its shackles under intense emotional stimulation and made choices diametrically opposed to nature."

"Maybe it's a miracle?" The round-faced wizard was still a little unconfident: "You know...Magic has always been good at creating miracles, maybe it was just a miracle."

Professor Montelia smiled slightly.

"Behind every miracle, there are countless ordinary possibilities." His eyes passed over the young figures outside the window, over the hazy Linzhong Lake in the distance and the vague and tall shadows in the distance. Firmness: "Without the ordinary, there is no miracle. We cannot expect miracles to fall from the sky, but we can focus on the ordinary and the greatest possibility in the world."

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"Axi!"

After Zheng Qing fled from the teaching building, he saw the small orange-red fires by the Linzhong Lake from a distance, and resentment welled up in his heart: "Burning! Burning! Burning! Burning at night, burning during the day! Burning every day... I don't know that burning grass will pollute the air, and playing with fire will wet the bed?!"

Xiao Xiao, who was waiting downstairs, glanced at him speechlessly.

"What do you think they are burning?" The doctor sneered at the young public student.

Zheng Qing was slightly taken aback: "Isn't it a straw man? Or, what new tricks have you come up with?! Let me tell you, you will be punished for doing this sooner or later..."

The Doctor shook his head, walked straight to the library, and answered simply, "Today in October."

"October Dynasty?"

This word is a little unfamiliar, and the young public fee was confused for a while, but he also vaguely realized that he seemed to have something wrong, and hurriedly counted with his hands tucked in his sleeves.

It wasn't until the two of them passed by the lake and looked at the five-colored paper clothes, wooden talismans, etc. burning in the small orange fire, he woke up and said to himself: "October Dynasty, October Dynasty... I said that the Winter Clothes Festival is not enough! Well, no wonder, when I left the teaching building today, there was almost no one in the corridor, and I didn't bump into a ghost!"

Under normal circumstances, when the get out of class bell rings for about half an hour, ghosts hiding in every corner of the teaching building will appear one after another, and begin to wander in corridors, stairs, classrooms and other areas, using their cold breathing and illusory forms. Remind students who are stuck in the classroom to get out of here.

Except for a few special days.

Like today.

The October Dynasty, also known as the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar, is a traditional sacrificial festival. In ancient times, this day was used as the first day of entering the cold winter, and it was necessary to wear clothes to keep out the cold, so it was also called the 'Cold Clothing Festival'. For us, the significance of this festival is more concentrated on small magical ceremonies such as sacrifices, burning offerings, and prayers, because this day is one of the three major ghost festivals on a par with the Zhongyuan Festival and the Qingming Festival, and ghosts will gather to celebrate. In the new life after death, the dead souls will also try to return to this world through the rising Yin Qi between heaven and earth. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The First University is located on Phuket Island, and there are many wizards with high magic power in the school, so very few souls dare to start any turmoil here. Students burn paper clothes and light candles, which is more of a superficial form. However, there is a little commotion in the Silent Forest at this time of year, but it doesn't affect the young wizards in the ivory tower in the high-walled and deep courtyard.

During the Winter Clothes Festival last year, the school hunting party was in full swing, and the young wizards of the school were full of thoughts between the hunting ground and the battle, the dispute between Jiuyou and Alpha, and they didn't have much impression of the festival celebrated by the ghosts.

And this year's Winter Clothes Festival, firstly, there were no activities in the school before and after the festival, and secondly, the aftermath of the "Grass Burning Man" movement that lasted for a while was not over, and young wizards were very interested in burning something new.

"So, in the end, those ghosts at school should thank me."

When the young public student saw the little straw man who occasionally appeared between the five-colored paper clothes, he was full of complaints: "Without me, not so many people would notice this festival this year."

"Yes, yes, what you said is right."

Xiao Xiao agreed lazily and at the same time reminded: "I plan to go to Luxifang to buy a cloak or a short jacket for Sima... Although I don't know how many you should buy, you should know that the 'Cold Clothes Festival' is also known as' Clothes Day' it's..."

"Eh? Is there such a saying?!"

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