Hunting High School

It's about seven o'clock on a Saturday afternoon.

For many entertainment venues around First University, this is the most prime time of the week for consumption.

The students who have been busy for five days have already got a full rest on Saturday morning. They are full of energy and pockets, and urgently need a proper place to release the hormones accumulated in their young bodies.

As a result, the bar has become a place where many people linger.

There are green bees, demon blood wine, fog wine, all kinds of desserts and fruits, and young and lovely student girls from the four academies. If you have enough confidence in your own charm, the owner of the bar will not prevent a beautiful encounter from happening.

As one of the best bars on the pedestrian street in Beta Town, the Wandering Bar is always crowded and lively during this time.

A few senior students skillfully pushed open the door of the vagabond bar, and stuffed the tickets in their hands into the mouth of the big frog squatting at the door.

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The gatekeeper frog puffed his mouth, chewed a few bites of the admission ticket, spit out a few hand cards, and handed them to several guests with his long tongue.

"I've always felt that the way of entering the Wandering Bar is a bit disgusting." Arthur Ness put a handkerchief on his hand, and took the silver-white hand with some disgust: "I don't know why some people like this place!"

The frog's lips twitched, its eyes narrowed, and it looked at the young men with malicious intent.

"Maybe because there are more people here, everyone likes this place." Sima Yi took off the own number plate from his sticky tongue indifferently, put it on his wrist, and said gently to the big frog: "No Mind, they're just pure alphas."

The frog retracted its own tongue and made a cooing sound in its throat.

"I happened to bring some big willow fruit flies, you might like it." Sima Yi smiled and took out a glass jar from his pocket, and put it on the stone platform next to the frog.

Inside the jar, a group of black flies flapped their wings, drummed their tender green bellies, and blew their horns hoarsely.

The corners of the frog's wide mouth turned up, and it nodded reservedly, indicating that the young people could go in.

Arthur Ness looked at Sima Yi's actions mockingly, with a disdainful expression on his face.

"I should write you a letter of recommendation." Mr. Ness said in an almost sarcastic tone: "Perhaps Sir Friedman would like your meticulous style."

"Thank you very much." Sima Yi put his hands in his trouser pockets, with a lazy expression on his face.

"Why are we here today?" Kitano Gen, who had been following the two of them, said in a hurried tone: "I think it's more appropriate for us to stay in a library or something."

"If you didn't stay in the library every day before, then don't go to the library every day now." Sima Yi pushed aside the curtain in front of him and explained slowly: "We didn't do anything wrong, so we don't need to feel guilty."

Arthur Ness nodded thoughtfully.

"But why is it so quiet here today?" Kitano Gen followed the two, passed through the curtain, and turned into the lobby of the Wandering Bar. He asked in surprise, "Where's the music and lights? Where's the elf waiter?"

Under normal circumstances, this hall should be full of voices and shoulders, with colorful lights flickering wantonly overhead, and high-pitched noises in your ears. When the guests come in, the elves will float to them and hand them delicious drinks and delicacies.

But now, none of that.

The candles that wandered from the ceiling were gathered farther down the hall, which plunged the rest of the bar into deep darkness.

Those guests who were supposed to be noisy and crazy, actually held their breath and gathered around the light quietly, without any dissatisfaction or restlessness.

"It was originally because some interesting people are here, and I want you to meet them." Sima Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the only light in the depths of the hall, and said with interest: "But obviously, we met Something more interesting."

"It seems to be a spirit witch?" Arthur Ness sniffled, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He smelled a strange fragrance that seemed familiar to him.

"Just go and have a look."

Several people came to the outside of the crowd, saw that the front row was full of freshmen, and squeezed in unceremoniously.

The newcomers who were squeezed away turned around and saw the signs pinned to the chests of these old students, they all closed their mouths and took a few steps back in dismay.

The crowd was divided into two open spaces.

A black-haired girl was kneeling in an open space.

At this moment, she was lowering her head, her hands were covered with red unknown liquid, and she was outlining a complex figure on the clean floor. There are some jade plates and bamboo slips scattered around her feet.

It can be seen that she is arranging the formation.

The girl's loose hair covered her face, and several old Alpha students didn't know who she was.

But in another open space, the figure standing in front of the table impressed Arthur and Gen Kitano deeply.

"Zheng Qing." The corner of Arthur Ness's mouth twitched, and the name popped out between his teeth.

"Oh? He's Zheng Qing?" Sima Yi looked at the plain-looking boy in front of the desk with interest, then turned to look at a girl who was watching beside him: "Excuse me, can you tell me what happened here? "

Being accosted by a sophomore, especially with a handsome face. The girl who was questioned immediately blushed.

But this did not affect her explaining the accident that happened in the bar not long ago to several old students in detail.

Spirit descending, drawing talismans, breaking fingers to seal spirits.

The story is very simple, but it seems twists and turns bizarre.

Sima Yi was very interested and inquired in detail about these seemingly ordinary but unbelievable things, then turned to look at his companions.

"Maybe we can go back," he said in a tone of great relief.

Mr. Ness didn't speak. He looked carefully at the little spirit witch lying on the bar by the bright candlelight.

"Is that little girl the spirit witch who almost broke the ring?" He murmured, with a hint of interest on his face: "That is to say, Zheng Qing bit a bunch of fingers to save her?"

Sima Yi didn't speak, he was vaguely aware of Arthur Ness' plan.

He felt the need to interrupt Mr. Nath's unrealistic thoughts.

"It seems that this little girl has a good relationship with Zheng Qing." Arthur Ness glanced at Sima Yi and licked his dry lips: "Maybe I should find a few friends to complain to the Umno League Committee about this almost illegal behavior .”

"It's close to breaking the ban, that is to say, it hasn't broken the ban." Sima Yi turned his head, looked at Arthur's pale, oily face, and couldn't help but stroked his forehead and sighed: "Don't add trouble. If you look carefully The girl who is sketching the formation should be able to guess her identity from the forbidden steps she wears around her waist. Do you think those friends of yours will go to trouble the Jiang family?"

Arthur Ness opened his mouth, but finally closed it unwillingly.