Hunting High School

An orange flame, like a blooming red flower, stuck under the black cauldron.

Steam was bubbling in the pot, and the pearl-colored mist seemed a little blurred in the night. A few slices of thick mushrooms rolled in the clear soup, and everything seemed so peaceful.

Except for a few gloomy faces reflected in the noodle soup.

"The cleansing spell has no effect."

"Even the mage's hand can't catch that bean."

"The mushroom soup evaporates for a short time after it's scooped out...and then goes back into the pot."

"A very delicate magic effect... If we touch the cauldron with the intention of pouring out the mushroom soup, we will only touch the phantom of the cauldron."

"Perhaps only the Dreamland can support this kind of wonderful magic."

"Tests have proved that this soup contains a very active substance... It is temporarily impossible to determine whether it is good or bad for the human body, but it is certain that this is not a pot of ordinary mushroom soup."

The young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Squad gathered around the dark cauldron, talking a lot. Everyone tried all kinds of methods, but they couldn't get the bean out of the pot.

Finally, everyone's eyes began to faintly look at Nikita.

The banshee held her head and sat leaning against the steps, looking lazily watching a joke. Perhaps noticing the prying eyes of the young wizards, she twitched the corners of her mouth and said sarcastically, "I told you a long time ago... Drinking those mushroom soups is the easiest way."

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"But why?" Zheng Qing frowned, looked at the cauldron, and then at the closed door not far away, puzzled: "...What good does it do him?"

"Maybe it's to test your courage, or maybe it's just a bit of bad taste of old-school wizards," the banshee spread her hands, her face indifferent: "Or, only those who drink the mushroom soup can find something from that bean... …who knows."

The last possibility listed by the banshee dispelled a certain idea that Zheng Qing just had.

He was indeed thinking of a plan to make Nikita drink the mushroom soup.

"...So, don't try to make me drink that pot of soup." The banshee waggled her fingers and refused triumphantly: "Theoretically, monsters can't eat your kind of food... If you take a thousand steps back, even if I I barely drank it down, aren't you afraid that I will secretly eat that bean into my stomach, and then pretend that I didn't drink anything?"

"They can cut open your belly to check." Zhu Zhu whispered a threat from the side, and in return the banshee punched her on the head, causing a string of tears.

Zheng Qing snorted in annoyance, and completely gave up on the plan to let the banshee drink the soup.

This is indeed a choice that hurts both sides, but for the banshee, having a choice is much better than having no choice.

"Let me do it!"

Zhang Jixin rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the pottery bowl and spoon next to the crucible: "I am the master hunter... and I was used to drinking these messy things at home when I was a child, and my body can bear it."

But his hand was stopped by another, bigger blue slap.

"No one knows how to eat and drink better than me." Xin Fatty touched his mouth and looked at the bowl of mushroom soup with a salivating face: "Actually, I wanted to drink it a long time ago, but I just thought about the risk, so I didn't do it... But since now If you have a reason to drink, then don’t rob me.”

"Meow!" Maodou also bravely volunteered from the side.

"It's not a question of scrambling." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, negating Xin Fatty's idea of ​​"swallowing it all": "Just like what Nikita said just now, if there are certain substances in the soup... only after drinking Soup can only find our way home, so we must each drink a little."

"I think, I should be able to find five...no, nine bowls." Jiang Yu touched his own pocket, looking a little uncertain. In addition to the five hunters of the forgiveness hunting team, there are Zhu Si, Zhu Zhu, Nikita and Maodou, a total of nine mouths.

"Meow!" Greyhound yelled twice again.

Zheng Qing noticed Maodou's voice.

"Do you want to drink these soups?" He looked at Gouzi in surprise, and Maodou immediately wagged his tail and gave an affirmative answer. The wizard glanced at his companions hesitantly, then at the gurgling cauldron, and finally nodded: "...then I'll leave it to you."

After obtaining the permission, Maodou immediately threw himself to the side of the cauldron, not caring about the orange flame, and directly stuck his tongue into the mushroom soup, licking it up.

Xin Fatty shrugged, giving up the idea of ​​grabbing soup with Gouzi.

"Aren't you afraid that those who haven't eaten the soup won't be able to go back?" Nikita, who was sitting on the steps, yelled.

"I was a little worried at first," Zheng Qing looked at the banshee with a sincere face, "but after hearing what you said, I suddenly feel that not drinking should be a good thing..."

The voice did not fall.

Hearing a "poof", a thick tentacles emerged from the dog's left shoulder blade, like an overgrown arm, covered with hideous wash dishes, and the greasy mucus slowly rolled down the pale red skin. drip.

The young wizards screamed and took a step toward retreat.

As if hearing Zheng Qing's exclamation, the dog meowed, and turned around, revealing a pair of red eyeballs - a layer of short granulation had already floated around the eye sockets, wriggling like a living thing.

Although he looked back, it didn't stop the dog from continuing to 'drink the soup'.

Because it didn't know when a bright red pipe protruded from under its neck, protruding into the pitch-black cauldron, sucking the mushroom soup in the pot.

The mushroom soup dwindled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those thick mushroom slices were also torn apart by the fine teeth on the meat tube, and they were swallowed into the stomach together with the clear soup.

With the reduction of the mushroom soup, and with the tentacles protruding from the dog's body, mouth corners and eye sockets, the size of the edamame became thinner and thinner. Almost every rib and the fine blood vessels attached to the bones can be clearly seen.

Zheng Qing even suspected that he heard the blood gurgling in his veins.

"They are thin and hungry," Xiao Xiao's sleepy murmur echoed in Zheng Qing's ears, "It seems that the evil of the whole world is concentrated in their thin bodies... Razor-sharp teeth, scarlet eyes, And the pale blue skin that undulates...the offspring of Noth Itik, the stink of Ku'thun, howls forever in the maelstrom of that dreaded Azathoth...yes, these hunters from afar , the Hound of Tindalos."

The young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team subconsciously set up battle formations, looking warily at the gray figure struggling between the smoke and light blue in front of the cauldron.

Even Nikita put away the laughing expression on his face and looked at the wriggling shadow with a serious expression.

Zheng Qing can now confirm the effect of that pot of mushroom soup.

That pot of soup purified Edamame's veins in a dreamlike way, making it more like a true hound of Tindalos.