Hunting High School

The pavilion under the night is silent and serene, like an old man sitting on a recliner, silently observing the quiet world. Outside the gazebo, surrounded by the rolling white mist that never seems to get tired; inside the gazebo, the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror stands there quietly like a qualified servant.

Silently.

"Boom!"

A figure tumbled, groaned, and rolled out of the mirror.

He didn't cry, just struggled to stand up and looked around. In the silent night, the gazebo was empty, except for him, there was no one else.

Mr. is not there either.

Zheng Qing squeezed his fist, feeling that something was missing.

He lowered his head and thought carefully for a few seconds before realizing that the gilt and silver jug ​​that Zhu Si had given him earlier was missing. The silver jug ​​was something he had to carry in his hand because the gray cloth bag couldn't fit it.

Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag hanging around his waist.

The gray cloth bag that was bulging before has deflated again.

He hastily checked the contents of the bag.

All kinds of precious stones, wild pearls, piles of gold, mithril, fine copper, exquisite silverware, and broken alchemy objects have all disappeared. Except for the red rope on the wrist tied with the leaves of the migraine, the 'deposit' that Zhu Si gave him all disappeared into the bag.

However, the snacks, books, cinnabar, talisman paper and other materials he sent out in the mirror world are still quietly in the gray cloth bag box. It's just that the food has turned off-white, and Zheng Qing took a bite of the beef jerky, feeling like he was chewing a piece of wood. The cinnabar and talisman paper looked complete, but they had lost their magical luster and turned into waste products.

There are only books, although they look a bit worn out, the knowledge and content inside are not damaged.

The night wind passed through the gazebo gently, sending the wizard a chill.

A chill that is hard to feel in summer.

Zheng Qing let out a sigh of relief.

He stood up straight, turned his head, and glanced at the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror behind him.

This time, he finally saw clearly the line of words engraved on the lintel of the mirror.

The light is like a sheet of water, casting shadows on people on both sides.

The moonlight fell on the mirror like water, and the figure in women's clothing in the mirror was posing and trying to arouse the wizard's anger. Before meeting Zhu Si, Zheng Qing might find a stone and have a good discussion with the goblin in the mirror, but right now, he just glanced at the figure in the glasses and looked away.

At the same time that he looked away, the silver surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror suddenly rippled layer by layer, and the figure in women's clothing in the mirror showed a bit of panic on his face, screaming and fleeing to the depths of the mirror.

After a while, Mr. Wu's tall figure passed through the mirror and appeared in the gazebo.

He looked at the young public fee student with a look of surprise.

"You came out by yourself?"

Zheng Qing nodded, and hurriedly said: "Sir..."

Mr. Wu raised his hand, stopped the boy's question, and asked, "What time is it?"

Zheng Qing suppressed the impatience in his heart, took out the silver pocket watch, opened the cover, and glanced at the time: "One minute past one in the evening."

After the words fell, the young public finance student suddenly realized that it was only a minute before he entered the world in the mirror. Considering that Mr. Zero took him into the world in the mirror, and it took him a lot of time to search the gray cloth bag just now, in fact, the time he really stayed in the world in the mirror may be even shorter.

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"Too fast." The gentleman shook his head, looked back at the floor-to-ceiling mirror, then looked back at the young public fee student, and repeated again: "Too fast."

"You think I came out too fast?" Zheng Qing asked back.

"Yes." The gentleman's answer was not polite at all: "Far beyond your IQ. If you want to get out of the mirror world, just rely on your little knowledge of magic or a trace of forbidden spell that is not effective at all times, far away not enough."

"How long do you think I'll be in there?"

"I don't know." The husband supported the Roman column of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with one hand, and replied calmly: "The time in the world in the mirror is chaotic and random. Maybe one second before, the day in the mirror is the year outside, and the next In an instant, a year in the mirror is a second outside. It is difficult for us to use reality to determine illusion."

The wizard helped his forehead, what Zhu Si said came to mind, and he strongly hoped that she really only stayed in the mirror for a few months. Just when he raised his hand, he revealed the red thread on his wrist tied with the leaves of the rosewood.

The gentleman raised his eyebrows, grabbed his wrist, and carefully looked at the rune and the thin red thread flowing on the blade.

for a long time.

"It seems that you met some interesting friends in the mirror world." The gentleman put down the wizard's wrist, turned his head to look at the tall and silent floor-to-ceiling mirror beside him, and said in a nostalgic tone: "... If you don't mind, you can talk to me. Shall I talk?"

Zheng Qing took a deep breath - the husband's request was also the thing he wanted to do the most after he appeared in the world on camera.

"Her name is Jusi."

Starting from the name, the wizard described in detail what happened to him in the mirror world.

...

...

It is also a pavilion.

There is also a Zheng Qing.

It's just that the sun is shining brightly outside the pavilion, and the rolling heat waves mixed with the noisy insects make people drowsy. This is the gazebo on the promenade around the lake near Linzhong Lake. It was the weekend, and there were no students coming and going to class. Even the murlocs in the lake had stopped a lot and hid in the dirty stone caves at the bottom of the lake to take a nap.

The noon training of the forgiveness hunting team came to an end, and the hunters sat on the benches in the gazebo in twos and threes, discussing the various situations encountered in the training just now.

"Too hot, too hot."

Xin Fatty wiped his sweat-stained forehead, pulled up the collar of his robe, bent his wrists, and tried to send a little wind into the clothes.

But for this little wind, he needs to pay more sweat. It is difficult to judge whether this action is cost-effective.

Fatty turned his neck with difficulty, looked left and right, and finally found the captain of the hunting team.

"You slept soundly." He muttered, and moved to Zheng Qing's side, stroking the young public fee student with a pair of pig hands.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jixin shouted.

"Looking for a summer talisman!" Fatty replied gruffly, "And the one that can provide cool air... what talisman is that?"

"Cooling Talisman." Xiao Xiao replied.

"Yes, cooling talisman." Fatty rummaged for a long time, and finally took out a stack of talisman papers that he had prepared in Zheng Qing's arms, grabbed it happily, and shook to his partners: "Finally, I can cool down a bit!"

There was a warm cheer in the gazebo.

Amidst the cheers, Xiao Xiao moved to Zheng Qing's side, curiously looking at the sleeping wizard.

"What are you looking at again?" Zhang Jixin sighed and asked.

"How could he sleep like this?" Xiao Xiao tugged at Zheng Qing's ears, but the young public finance student ignored him and continued to sleep soundly, even blowing out a bubble from his nose.

"Maybe he was too tired yesterday, and just used a sleep talisman to sleep?" The acting captain guessed, and made a small smile: "Don't disturb people's sleep!"

"Maybe." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, looked at the young public fee student suspiciously, his gaze slowly fell from his face, and finally landed on Zheng Qing's wrist.

There was tied a thin red thread with a rosemary leaf on it. The leaves seem to be enchanted, with occasional flashes of fine golden rune.

Xiao Xiao remembered that when he went out in the morning, Zheng Qing's wrist was still clean, without the red string.

Not even that leaf.