Hunting High School

Hearing the word 'shougui', Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao subconsciously looked at each other.

This is the second time he has heard of this place today.

Soprano just said that Liu Feifei's suspected faceless cobra disappeared in the Shougui mud pond on the east bank of Linzhong Lake. And now, Professor Garcia also said that the longevity turtle there saw the black sheep.

Too many coincidences are not coincidences.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's desire to leave the fair became more and more urgent.

But before leaving, he needed to find Jiang Yu and Poseidon—he didn't have the guts to leave Poseidon alone and go back to school. Then what Su Shijun cut off would not be his shadow.

After saying goodbye to Professor Garcia, Zheng Qing made a big circle around the market.

The traces of the witches were easy to find.

They were standing at the door of a fishskin tent on the edge of the fair, looking in. The little fox was lying in Jiang Yu's arms, playing with its own tail boredly, while Korma clung to Jiang Yu's ear, whispering something, with a wicked smile on his face.

Jiang Yu's cheeks were a little red, and her eyes were shining.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Qing called out from afar.

His voice was very conspicuous in the quiet fair market, attracting a lot of attention around him. This pressure immediately made the wizard swallow back the words that followed.

After seeing Zheng Qing, Kerma sighed slightly, with a hint of disappointment flashing across her face.

"What kind of place is this...for divination?" Zheng Qing only saw a short piece of fishbone sticking out from the side of the fish skin tent after he walked in. On the piece of wood was a small blue flag with words scrawled in black. A word 'Bu'.

"This is an ancient divination technique handed down by the murloc tribe, a very old, very ancient psychic divination method." Kerma explained, "It's just that the accuracy is not so good... the school probably only studies ancient divination rituals. wizards know a little bit."

Hearing that it was related to divination, Xiao Xiao's eyes lit up obviously.

"Do you want to divine something?" Zheng Qing asked curiously.

Jiang Yu's calm face turned red again, and he said in a hasty tone, "Goat, the goat's milk thing... We, we want to ask what's going on with the goat's milk in the school!"

Zheng Qing glanced at her suspiciously.

Kerma pursed her lips, but said nothing. The little fox laughed so hard in Jiang Yu's arms, his tail twitched, as if he could stop laughing at any time. Jiang Yu pursed her lips, and kneaded the little fox's ears and neck skillfully with her fingers, which soon made Poseidon snort comfortably.

You are a fox, not a cat!

Zheng sneered, and then asked: "Then have you finished divination?"

This time it was Colmar who answered him.

"If the divination is over, we won't be standing at the door, will we?" She crossed her arms and stood lazily aside, as if she had lost interest in what was going on behind her.

"Since it hasn't started yet, let's go and have a look together." Xiao Xiao said immediately, and at the same time helped the black-rimmed glasses on his face: "I have always been interested in psychic divination...but because this kind of magic involves There are many uncertainties and mysterious pollution, and it is difficult to find a fortuneteller who is familiar with the relevant rituals outside."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a second, and finally agreed.

Anyway, it's only tens of minutes, and it has been wasting so long in the market, going out earlier or later will not have much impact. And he hasn't figured out who to turn to when he goes out - should he go to Lin Guo first, and tell the little wizard that there is a glimmer of hope about the black goat; Taboo; or go to Professor Yao and ask the school to investigate whether there is a monster hiding on the east bank of Linzhong Lake.

In short, any method has pros and cons.

Xiao Xiao was the first to lift the curtain of the fish skin tent and walked in. Then it was Jiang Yu holding Poseidon, and then Kerma. Zheng Qing was the last one to go in.

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As soon as he entered the tent, he couldn't help coughing violently.

The tent was filled with a thick smoke, as if someone was burning wet pine wood, or as if hundreds of big men were smoking dry tobacco together. The bluish-white smoke filled every corner of the tent, and people could not be seen clearly from a few meters away.

Severe coughing sounded one after another.

It lasted for dozens of seconds, the coughing gradually subsided, and the smoke in the tent dissipated a lot. Zheng Qing was finally able to clearly see the figures of his companions and the decorations in the tent—the wizard suspected that the smoke that dissipated was caused by They sucked in. This made him feel a little bad.

"Welcome... hiss... welcome."

An ear-piercing and hoarse voice sounded from the end of the tent, where a long stone table was placed, behind which sat an old murloc with a bent body.

The old murloc was already very old, and the huge eyeballs occupied almost a quarter of its face. The white eye shadows and blue-gray eyeballs together formed an aura of dying. The fins on its back were dry and scarce, and many of the scales on its hands had fallen off. When it spoke, the fish whiskers at the corners of its mouth trembled slightly, as if the sound was a little louder, and those few fragile fish whiskers would detach from its lower jaw.

Even in First University, Zheng Qing had never seen such an old murloc.

Compared with it, Professor Garcia is simply a murloc boy with a strong head!

This is a wandering murloc, and Zheng Qing confirmed this fact with his first reaction. Not only because the image of this old murloc is unfamiliar, and his body is full of breath from outside the island, but also because his dress is incompatible with the murlocs in Linzhong Lake.

For example, rosary beads strung from baby skulls, human fur hats on their heads, cloaks woven with unicorn hair and blue Luan Bird tail feathers-such magic items contain a large number of prohibited items, and the murlocs on Phuket Island Already remodeled to forget how to use them.

Only the wandering murlocs from outside will keep the traditions of these ancient murlocs.

Perhaps this also explains why this murloc uses ancient psychic divination.

Unlike Zheng Qing who paid attention to the old murloc priest, Xiao Xiao looked at every bit of decoration in the tent with fascination. His eyes slid over the huge antlers hanging on the surrounding walls, dried bear skins, elephant skulls with ivory, and whips made of oxtails, etc., and the quill in his hand frantically recorded in the black notebook with everything.

A crisp and ethereal singing sounded suddenly.

Zheng Qing turned around suddenly, only to notice that besides the old murloc, there was also a row of little murlocs wearing animal skin robes sitting in the tent. They are the choirs of the old priests.

It is different from the ferocious appearance and turbid breath of adult murlocs.

The young little murloc's breath was very clean, and his appearance was also somewhat cute. Big eyes, translucent scales, clean and soft fins, and that crisp and pleasant voice.

People can't help but think of a sentence.

'One is flesh and blood made of water, the other is muddy matter'