Hunting High School

"Mars!"

The hoarse and mixed chords echoed faintly in my ears. Zheng Qing stood alone in the yard holding a rune gun. The apologetic hunter and captives lay in the soil together, with their eyes closed. Suddenly in and out, meowing restlessly.

The wizard looked up and looked towards the main entrance of the house.

The door was ajar, revealing a vague face—— Zheng Qing found it difficult to describe the specific appearance of that face. It had the flat features of a human face, and also had parts such as eyes, nose, and mouth, but its eyes were pitch black. , the tip of the nose hangs under the bridge of the nose like melted wax, crumbling.

As for the mouth, its mouth is surrounded by a circle of tiny tentacles, stretching and contracting indefinitely, like an enlarged version of a snail's tentacles, or a weakened version of an octopus's tentacles. Those tentacles rub against each other, making a hoarse and mixed sound that Zheng Qing heard. chords, repeating incomprehensible phrases, with some characteristics of prayer or mantra.

Zheng Qing was not sure whether those tentacles belonged to the beard or the mouthparts.

Because when he opened his eyes and got rid of the illusion, a tentacle was slowly approaching him, less than five centimeters away from his cheek.

Perhaps it was the opening of the wizard's eyes, the tentacles were frightened, and bounced back in an instant, clustering around the mouth of the blurred face behind the door again, stretching and shrinking indefinitely.

"Let people go."

Holding the talisman gun in his hand, the young public finance student steadily pointed at the blurred face behind the door, and warned briefly: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it...you know the power of this gun."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The night above his head was blasted into a huge 'white hole' by his previous subconscious shot - just like someone poked a small hole in the black curtain with an awl. With the dazzling white light--the dark, thick clouds rolled over the edge of the white hole, rushed to the depths of the white hole, and were swallowed by those dazzling lights.

It's just that compared to the night of the whole world, that 'white hole' is really insignificant. Black shadows squeezed the edge of the white hole from all directions, and the golden halo was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But that's convincing enough.

Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on the owner of the house again: "Three, two..."

"Shua!"

Seven or eight slender tentacles pulled back from the young wizards and banshees, and the hoarse and mixed voice said in an urgent but still somewhat reserved voice: "Relax, young man, relax... It's just a small joke, to help you improve your resistance to nightmares... The guests of Atal Elder in Usa City are also permanent guests of Ngualla's mansion. Hey, I'm still cooking mushroom soup for you."

As he said that, several tentacles protruded from the crack of the door holding a pitch-black crucible. Under the crucible, there was an orange-red flame floating. Steam was rising from the crucible, and a few plump mushrooms were heaving and falling in the clear soup.

Zheng Qing had no doubt that the cauldron was prepared for them—the difference was that if they kept falling into illusion, they might be thrown into the pot and stewed into broth.

He resisted the urge to blast the cauldron with a shot, and glanced sideways at his companions.

With the departure of those tentacles, the young wizards lying on the ground slowly moved. Jiang Yu frowned and moaned in a low voice; Zhu Si curled up in the witch's arms, shivering; Zhang Jixin's face floated There was a layer of red light; Xin Fatty's body size fluctuated, and he seemed to lose control for a short time; and Xiao Xiao, who was covered by a layer of golden translucent turtle shell the first time those tentacles retreated.

As for the two banshees, they were obviously more resistant to nightmares and illusions. When the young wizards were still recovering, Nikita and Zhu Zhu opened their scarlet eyes and sat up.

Zheng Qing, the owner of the old house, had heard the words in illusion before, and when he heard them again, he felt a bit ironic: "...So, the way you entertain distinguished guests is to stun them, and then make broth or experimental materials ?"

"This is a complete misunderstanding." The vague face shook slightly, as if he wanted to shake his head: "I am just a mortal who is devoted to the path of magic, and I like to discuss the true meaning of magic with like-minded friends happily...Of course , sometimes you can't keep up with my experimental ideas, and you may feel that I treat them as experimental products. Make broth."

As he said that, he gave Nikita a serious look, and reminded him: "...but the little girl next to you is a pure-blood lich, and she shouldn't mind eating a few little wizards for a tooth-beating sacrifice."

Nikita narrowed her eyes slightly, the scarlet pupils radiating a dangerous light.

"This is really interesting." The banshee licked her lips, with a charming smile on her face: "I have eaten many wizards, but I have never eaten black-hearted wizards... Maybe you will satisfy my little one." Little wish."

"Quiet!" Zheng Qing shook the rune gun impatiently, signaling the two evil guys to be more honest, then turned his face sideways and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Are you awake?"

Because of the high mental resistance, the little wizard under the turtle shell was the first to wake up.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the spot, holding a tortoise shell in his arms, and an open Dharma book was floating in front of him. A few apricot-yellow talisman papers were like windmills, circling around, slowly fluttering, exuding a faint blue color halo.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. After a while, he said, "We won Illusion Art?"

"I'm not sure if it's safe now," Zheng Qing didn't know when everyone would play Illusion Art, so he was very cautious in the face of the situation: "I suggest you wake up everyone else first, and then Routine testing."

For how to deal with Illusion Art, the hunting team has its own set of standard procedures.

"You are safe!" The vague face behind the door shouted in a hoarse and mixed voice: "No Illusion Art! No danger... It was just a misunderstanding before!"

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Zheng Qing refused to believe a word about this strange existence.

"Who is this?" Xiao Xiao frowned slightly while directing several 'Pure Heart Talismans' and 'Illusion Breaking Talismans' to float towards his companions, while looking at the blurred face behind the door.

Zheng Qing was also a little curious about this question, and he looked over inquiringly.

"Sorry, it's the first time we meet...My lord, Ngualla, the first and last owner of this old house." The tentacles around the mouth of the face in the door rubbed each other, and at the same time raised the mouth on the steps. The cauldron was steaming hot, and asked kindly: "The mushroom soup is almost ready...do you want to add some more mushrooms for you?"