Hunting High School

The yellow raccoon squatted on the window sill, holding a small yellow croaker under its paw.

The fried fish skin was crispy and golden, with a scorched aroma, and the last ray of life had been smelted away, only the pale fish eyes were left, staring blankly at the gray sky, with a strange light occasionally flashing in the eyes .

It's just that the yellow raccoon's attention is not on this little dried fish.

It was squinting, looking at the wizards in black robes who hurried past the window of Sanyou Bookstore, and occasionally looked over the high walls to other corners of the town.

Mr. Wu was lying on the rocking chair, holding an ancient thread-bound book without a cover in his arms. The round black-rimmed glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, but it didn't stop him from continuing to doze off.

Next to the rocking chair.

The fire in the small tea stove had been burning all night, and a thick layer of white embers was piled up in the hearth, leaving only a few pieces of dark red charcoal, flickering feebly in the white embers, swallowing their few passions.

Woohoo!

The small red clay teapot yelled twice, indicating that the tea in its stomach was boiling again.

Its cry woke up the sleeping bookstore owner, but the cat on the window sill was indifferent to it—of course, it was not completely unresponsive. After hearing the scream of the teapot, the yellow cat shook its ears twice and curled up. Lifting the soft hairs on the pinnae of the ears to block the noise—Mr. Wu helped his glasses that had slipped off, yawned, and stretched.

"what time is it?"

He touched the small clay teapot with lipstick and felt the temperature of the body. The teapot purred comfortably in his hand, purring like a cat basking in the sun in the afternoon.

The yellow raccoon flicked its tail, but ignored the bookstore owner's question.

"Don't stare." Mr. Wu picked up the teapot, took a sip of the tea, and glanced at the cat helplessly: "With this bit of skill, you might as well go snoring for a while."

"You really don't care about anything?" The yellow raccoon finally looked away from the window and looked at the owner of the bookstore: "I must remind you that the outside is already in a mess...every second, there will be more than a dozen kinds in the future. Possibility. Just now, I saw the black goat running upstream along the Silent River, and according to previous observations, it should be returning to the Silent Forest now."

Mr. Wu put down the small red clay teapot, leaned back, and fell comfortably on the recliner again.

"The future should have infinite possibilities." He half-closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his face: "If everything is so certain, this world would be too boring."

"The price of making you 'feel interesting' is that this town, this school, this island, and even this world are at risk of being unknown." The beard at the corner of the yellow fox's mouth is raised, and the cat's face shows a serious expression:

"You are not a cat, you shouldn't be as capricious as us... Bring that child back, his existence has become the biggest variable."

"Unknown and certain, chaos and order, like two Yin & Yang fish biting each other's tails," Mr. Wu murmured, his voice became softer and weaker: "This world is not so absolute. future……"

The yellow raccoon sighed deeply, and looked down at the small dried fish under its paws.

For the first time, it felt that the dried fish had no taste.

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A large translucent light blue fish stopped in a secluded bend of the Silent River.

The body of the fish is covered with complex white runes, shining charming colors in the morning light. The two fins on the abdomen shake slightly from time to time, forming beautiful ripples under the body of the big fish, conveying bursts of captivating beauty. magic fluctuations.

"Why did you stop?" A wizard's voice suddenly came from the fish's stomach, perhaps because it was in the fish's stomach, the voice seemed a bit dull.

"Ahead is the Guardian Circle of the First University," replied another little girl's voice, seeming a bit lacking in confidence: "Should we still follow? Will we be arrested and beaten to death by the school's old school workers..."

The voice of the third warlock sounded in the fish's belly, looking a little anxious: "Is it time to care about those old men? They are all in the black prison, and we are working for them!"

Zhang Boren's head popped out from where the big fish's left eye was.

Shi Chuan drilled out from the position of the big fish's right eye.

"How is it?" The captain of the Kunpeng hunting team looked at the pale golden barrier a few meters away, as thin as the morning mist, frowned, and turned to look at the own hunter.

Ishikawa Ukyo held his hand flat in front of his eyes, and the emerald green paper crane flew happily over his palm, leaving behind a string of light green symbols.

"It's already gone in." The swordsman replied briefly, "Through a barrier gap at the bottom of the river."

"There is a gap in the school's guardian circle?" Even though he saw it with his own eyes, the hunting team leader still felt a little unbelievable: "It's a hell!"

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"The guardian circle is designed to prevent ghosts." The hunter of the hunting team retorted solemnly: "Even ghosts cannot pass through this barrier silently."

"The strongest fortress is often lost from the inside of the fortress." From the belly of the big blue fish, the voice of the hunting team fortune teller came: "The crystal ball told me that there are murlocs, alphas, mice, and some under-moon creatures in this gap." The breath of the clan."

"It should be the black market channel of the Hemophilia." The dwarf Balin immediately gave his own guess: "When they were in school, they could always get all kinds of rare goods outside. Everyone knows that they have the secret channel of own."

Zhang Boren sighed heavily: "It's just crazy."

He stared at the ripples under the big fish, paused for a moment, then looked at the hunter again: "Where does this tributary go?"

Ishikawa's fingers moved slightly, and the emerald green paper crane flapped its wings again.

"Linzhong Lake." The safari confirmed.

"What time is it?" Zhang Boren lowered his head and asked.

"Ten minutes to seven." The fortune teller's voice came from the belly of the fish: "Today is Saturday. At this time, few students will stay near the lake."

"If you continue to hunt, you can stop the sheep before it jumps out of the lake." The hunting team safari also gave his own opinion: "But we must consider the murloc tribe...they may cause trouble when we hunt .”

The slightly irritable voice of the dwarf came from the belly of the fish: "We even broke through the barrier of the school, do we still care about the opinions of those smelly guys?"

"Indeed," Zhang Boren looked at Shi Chuan, then shook his head, looked at the pale golden barrier, licked his lips, and showed a smile in his eyes: "We don't have much time left... I think, Those old men staying in the black prison should be able to understand our choice."

A moment later, the big blue fish flicked its tail and sank lightly into the gurgling silent river.