Hunting High School

When I went out in the morning, I hummed a little song and sang songs. The sun was so bright and life was so beautiful.

Going home at night, the warm wind is blowing, the world has not changed, and the mood is completely different.

In just one day, too many things happened, and I learned too much Xinmi. Although I had a refurbished brain, Zheng Qing still felt that it was not enough—maybe it was because the brain was refurbished and used Not very familiar yet.

In short, Zheng Qing followed the yellow raccoon back to school, found the dormitory, climbed into his bed, and buried his head in the pillow—the whole process, Zheng Qing felt numb in his mind.

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It's either blank, or too thoughtful, or numb.

Perhaps a good night's sleep would be all right. With this simple idea in mind, the young public finance student drank a tranquilizer, put on an eye mask, and forced his thoughts to sink slowly, barely falling into a dream.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear the sky-shaking roar and low-pitched explosion again; he seemed to see the red light all over the sky and the endless white world again.

Then he woke up from his sleep.

The dazzling sunlight shone directly on his face through the glass window, causing the young wizard to groan in a low voice:

"... Today's sunshine doesn't cost money..."

"I don't know if Sunshine wants money, but you should save some money for yourself." Xin Fatty's familiar voice sounded behind Zheng Qing, scaring him.

He turned his head very hard, and immediately squeezed a greasy, round and fat face into his sight.

The two faces were almost touching.

"Damn it!!" The young public fee student screamed, subconsciously leaning back, and slammed heavily on the desk behind him: "Fatty, who are you scaring?! Can't you just hide behind others?!...Hiss! It hurts Damn it!!"

The hard edge of the table hit the bone with a toothache thud. Zheng Qing felt like his ribs were broken.

Xin Fatty looked at him resentfully.

"Did I scare you?" He stretched out his stubby fingers and pointed at the tip of Own's nose, and the strong resentment gushed out in his tone: "You sleepwalked at night and drew amulets on my bedside all night with red eyes. What did you say?! I scare you? You scare yourself!"

Zheng Qing froze for a moment, only to realize that she was not on the bed, but sitting at the desk in her pajamas.

On the table, a dry daisy was inserted obliquely in a vase. Under the daisy, the fat cat was curled up with its head resting on its paws, looking at the young wizard curiously; looked at their master.

On the opposite side of the table, Dr. Xiao was holding a notebook, staring at him motionlessly; diagonally above, not far away, Dylan was also looking at him with his head drooping on the edge of the coffin.

Behind him came Xin Fatty's sad and indignant complaint: "...I had worked hard to revise the manuscript for a whole day, but I still couldn't sleep well at night... Do you know that I look like a ghost when I sleepwalk? Scary!"

"It's scarier than ghosts." Dylan said confidently, "I've seen many evil ghosts, but they're just a little more disgusting at best...they're not that scary."

Zheng Qing swallowed a small mouthful of saliva.

He felt he needed a stroke.

"That is to say, I was sleepwalking last night?" The young public fee student stood up, but felt a little dizzy, and immediately sat back, his thoughts finally became clearer: "...Doing things unconsciously with eyes open?"

The three roommates nodded in unison, like chickens pecking at rice.

"... Didn't say anything weird." He confirmed in a low voice.

The roommates shook their heads in unison again.

Zheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief—just now he almost thought he had said something terrible in his sleep—he didn't want to be regarded as a freak by his companions on the first night of knowing the truth.

"It's just sleepwalking, it's so scary." The young public fee student waved his hand, with an expression of "you make a big deal out of it" and "don't care about it": "It's just a talisman... Have I ever said that when I was a child, I sleepwalked. Draw more than a thousand talismans at night?"

Xiao Xiao coughed lightly, interrupting the young wizard's self-comfort.

"If you just draw a talisman and write a spell, no one will say anything." He pointed to a few small piles of ashes on the table, and reminded: "The key is that what you wrote is not an ordinary spell, and what you draw is not an ordinary talisman." .”

Zheng Qing looked intently.

The gray and white embers are like small grave mounds, large or small, leaving ugly scars on the table. Outside the 'grave mound', there are Zheng Qing's Dharma books, tightly closed.

"Last night, you got up suddenly in the middle of the night. Without turning on the light, you lay down on the desk and started writing and drawing." Xiao Xiao didn't wait for Zheng Qing to ask, and described it directly:

"It's just an ordinary meditation talisman drawn with ordinary cinnabar ink, yellow paper, and a brush. But draw one, burn one... It seems that the talisman paper is too strong to withstand the infusion of magic power."

With that said, Xiao Xiao also pointed to the smaller 'grave mounds' on the table, indicating that those were burnt talisman papers:

"After drawing more than a dozen pieces of talisman paper, you seemed a little angry, so you took out a Dharma book from the gray cloth bag, and copied incantations on it... At first, you used the soft-covered Dharma book provided by the school for public students. , The pen used to copy the spell is an ordinary quill. But it is the same as the talisman papers before, after half of the spell is copied, those spells will automatically smoke and turn into ashes."

He pointed to the slightly larger 'grave mounds' on the table:

"I have been burning five or six Dharma books—I guess you don't have a spare Dharma book in your bag now—and finally use your own Dharma book to barely copy it."

Xin Fatty interjected and emphasized: "When copying, your Dharma book was always shining and making a 'creaking' sound, as if it would explode at any moment... Do you think we dare to sleep in that situation? ?”

"It's very likely that when I wake up, I find that I have only one soul left, floating in a pile of ashes." Dr. Xiao Da said quietly.

"It's not safe in the coffin." Dylan felt sorry for him.

Zheng Qing looked at several companions carefully, and as expected, he saw thick bags under their eyes.

The young public finance student smiled awkwardly, and picked up his Dharma book: "What kind of spell was copied in it... It scares you, ha, ha ha..."

The Dharma book was opened, Zheng Qing saw it for the first time, and then closed it again with a 'snap'.

At that moment, he saw countless complex and profound incantations rolling in the Dharma book, flowing between the pages like living creatures, and the whole body exuded a creepy dark red light.

Zheng Qing could guess with his toes that those spells were related to forbidden spells.

Raising his head, he happened to see Dr. Xiao Da's arm slowly withdrawing.

"I just wanted to remind you that the Dharma book can't be opened." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, with a curious expression on his face: "I didn't expect you to be able to open it...but it's understandable, After all, it is your own dharma book, the incantations you copied yourself... You just read it, what kind of incantations are there?"