Hunting High School

Even an elementary school student knows not to eat food from strangers.

Not to mention a group of college students, and they also know that the other party is a dangerous dark wizard. Zheng Qing couldn't understand at all why the weird existence named Engua behind the door was still trying to sell own mushroom soup to them.

Just like he couldn't understand why this Engua had only shown his head outside the door from the beginning to the end, and refused to go out.

But as a student of the First University, as a wizard, he couldn't hysterically refuse the invitation of the owner of the old house, so the wizard politely refused: "Thank you, we are not hungry... nor thirsty."

"Atal likes my mushroom soup very much." The vague face continued to whisper with its weird voice, but it didn't force the young wizards to drink its mushroom soup, and took care of the mouthful by itself. The small flame under the crucible stared at the bubbling and bubbling soup in the pot, and slices of white and plump mushrooms were floating and sinking in the soup.

While speaking, the other hunters of the forgiveness hunting team also got rid of illusion.

Xiao Xiao ignited a small pile of maze leaves. The smoke from this magical plant also has an illusion-breaking effect. Compared with wearing it on the body, the effect is stronger, but the durability is slightly worse. But right now, the young hunters who are forgiven need its strong effect more than its persistence.

Sim Fatty had set out a row of glass bottles and was concocting potions. Just like Xiao Xiao, a part-time fortune-teller who is also an auxiliary hunter, Fatty is also an apologetic pharmacist. His light blue skin contrasts with the magic potions of different colors in the glass bottle, matching the sound coming from behind the door not far away. Whispering in a low voice, making the surrounding atmosphere even more weird.

Zhang Jixin folded his arms and stood beside Zheng Qing, watching vigilantly the two banshees, one big and one small, and the old house owner with a vague attitude, tightening his gloves from time to time and pinching his knuckles rattle.

Unlike the wizards who performed their duties, Jiang Yu was comforting Zhu Si in a low voice.

Perhaps because of the long-term life in the mirror world, Illusion Art has a stronger influence on the little witch than others. Zheng Qing doesn't know what she saw or encountered in the illusion, but she only saw her shivering appearance after waking up , I knew it was definitely not a good thing.

Jiang Yu has exhausted all kinds of spells and potions to break the Illusion Art, and it is certain that the Illusion Art on Zhu Si has been expelled. Her current state is more of a manifestation of mental trauma.

For first-year wizards, comforting a wounded spirit is a super-class topic.

Apart from stimulating the talisman on his body, Jiang Yu couldn't think of any other way for a while.

Instead, Nikita watched for a while and gave a valuable suggestion: "Encountering a bad illusion in the dreamland is equivalent to having a nightmare... You can try to deal with the situation in front of you in the same way as you deal with nightmares."

"Nightmare?" Zheng Qing is very sensitive to this word.

"Nightmare!" Jiang Yu was stunned at the same time, hesitated for a few seconds, took out a small rag doll the size of a palm from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhu Si's palm.

It was a beautiful rag doll with golden curly hair and big round eyes, wearing a fluffy black lace princess dress, the skirt was embroidered with golden runes the size of rice grains, even at night, those runes It circulates non-stop for a moment, exuding a comforting light golden halo.

"What is this?" Zhu Si asked curiously while clutching the little doll.

Her body was not shaking so badly, and she tried to keep her tone calm when she spoke, trying to appear normal. But anyone who saw her pale face and noticed the flash of fear in her eyes would know that this little girl was just trying to be strong.

This made people worry about her even more.

Jiang Yu helped her comb her hair comfortingly, and replied softly: "This is a nightmare doll, which I sewed myself. Before going to bed, just hold it in the palm of your hand, and it will help you eat your nightmares and let you An'an sleeps soundly until dawn... When you are not sleeping, holding her in your arms can make you happy."

Although Zhu Si has been in the mirror world for a long time, in the final analysis, his mental age is only eight or nine years old, and he still likes dolls. Therefore, facing Jiang Yu's gift, she had no resistance at all.

"It's so beautiful," the little witch held the doll, couldn't put it down, turned it over and over again, and soon noticed a little detail: "...but why does it have a letter z on its chest? What kind of rune is this?"

"That's the abbreviation for 'resistance', which means to prevent nightmares." Jiang Yu replied calmly.

The little witch turned the doll over, revealing its back, and continued to ask curiously: "...then why does it have a 'q' on its back?"

Jiang Yu rarely showed a trace of panic on his face, coughed softly, and then slowly explained: "q is the abbreviation of 'queen' and 'queen', the earliest nightmare dolls in legends were sewn by the Queen of Nightmare herself..."

"It's amazing," Zhu Si admired, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Yu: "Thank you sister..."

Xiao smiled blankly and gave Zheng Qing a middle finger, and Xin Fatty winked and smirked.

Only Zhang Jixin, who had always been dull in this regard, exclaimed happily as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, these two letters match Brother Qing...zq, Zheng Qing!"

Zheng Qing felt that with his current expression, he could pretend to be Zhang Jixin's brother.

When he first entered school, he was once plagued by nightmares. Jiang Yu, who accompanied him to Dr. Duzem's laboratory, naturally knew about it.

It's just that after learning the transformation with Professor Li, Zheng Qing hasn't had nightmares for a long time.

"We want to go to the top of the mountain." Compared with the mocking eyes of his companions, the wizard found himself more courageous to face the vague and strange face behind the door: "... Atal Elder said that you know the way, please ask us How can I get to the top of the mountain?"

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The pitch-black cauldron made a gurgling sound as the flames licked it.

Wisps of pearl-colored mist slowly floated up amidst the gurgling sound and dissipated into the night.

The white and plump mushroom slices undulate in the soup, like cunning little fish.

The owner of the house, the black wizard Engua, raised his blurred face, opened his dark eyes wide, and stared at the wizard with blood-red pupils. After a while, he whispered softly: "...Mushroom soup It’s really delicious, and Atar liked drinking it the most.”

"We don't want to drink mushroom soup." Zheng Qing stubbornly rejected another invitation from the owner of the old house. He was relieved to find that the attention of his companions had been diverted from the doll, so he asked in a more direct manner. : "We just want to go up the mountain... Atal Elder said, you know the way."