Hunting High School

"No, it's not."

"She's a liar!"

"I don't mean that!"

"Where is Su Shijun, I'm looking for Su Shijun!"

Zheng Qing felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow, shivering in the cold wind. He roared and defended loudly, but the whispers of the guests in the audience, like the buzzing of a swarm of bees, drowned him roar.

"Let me, on behalf of the common wizards of the Alliance, ask you a few simple questions." Ms. Pulitzer squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulders hard, like iron tongs, and Zheng Qing gasped.

At the same time, with the other hand, the witch pulled out a wooden archway from the handbag inlaid with pearls, on which hung a small silver bell.

"A real archway!"

"It can distinguish the truth of what a wizard said! No one can lie in front of it!"

"Ms. Pulitzer is as rigorous as ever."

The whispers of the guests in the audience suddenly became louder, and Zheng Qing heard their discussions clearly. The archway covered half of the figure of the small silver bell, but it couldn't hide the malicious and critical gazes from the audience.

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"first!"

Ms. Pulitzer raised her voice slightly to suppress the whispering of the guests, and at the same time squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulder, asking amiably:

"I would like to ask you, how did you master such a powerful magic... If I remember correctly, you are just a low-level student who has just entered the school for a year, why can you kill a senior wizard?"

"No, I didn't do it... the cat did it."

Zheng Qing muttered, but subconsciously glanced at the small wooden archway in mid-air from the corner of his eyes, the silver bells on the archway vibrated violently, tinkling, almost shaking people's stomachs.

"lie!"

"fraud!"

"False in full view!"

Amid the voices of crusade, there was a voice that was particularly clear: "...I said that his hunting team won the freshman championship last year. I said it was tricky, but no one believed it! Now everyone believes it!"

"Please answer the public's expectations honestly, thank you!"

Ms. Pulitzer had to put a "sound like a bell" on her throat to barely overwhelm the noise of the guests, and at the same time asked the second question:

"The next question, may I ask why you chose to help the allied army of monsters in the Black Prison Battlefield, smashing the defensive circle of the Black Prison Castle, and killing countless brave wizards?"

"That was an accident!"

Zheng Qing roared, his voice distorted with excitement: "I didn't help the demon! I'm also a wizard! It was just an accident! An accident on the battlefield!"

On the archway, the small silver bell was shaking more and more crazily, jingling, and a layer of clear spider web-like cracks appeared on the silver shell of the vibrating bell.

Ms. Pulitzer covered her mouth in shock, and looked at Zheng Qing in horror: "What the hell did you say! You can't listen to a magic item and want to commit suicide!!"

"What I said is true!"

"I did not lie!"

"That was really an accident!!"

Zheng Qing roared loudly, bang, the little silver bell shattered in front of him, turned into a piece of shining fragments, covered the sky and fell down.

Like a vast expanse of white snow.

"fraud!"

A figure suddenly rushed up to the podium, waving a bunch of black mandalas in his hand, and shouted at the young wizard on the stage: "You executioner! Murderer!!"

The wizards in charge of security swarmed up and pinned the reckless person to the ground with all their might. But Zheng Qing still took a few steps back in horror.

Because he saw that the wizard who rushed to the stage and waved a black mandala had only half of his body——neatly, along the forehead, nose bridge, chin, and jaw line, like a sharp scalpel, In a very short period of time, the wizard was cut in half—— Zheng Qing could even see his trembling lung lobes, scorched and curled up blood vessels, and blood plasma condensed and hesitantly tumbling in the section.

"fraud!!"

The wizard who was crushed to the ground struggled with his good arm, raised his head, and stared at his blue one eye, with resentment and anger on his face:

"...We fought bloody battles on the front line! But we were stabbed in the back by a villain like you!! You even boasted that you were innocent!! How shameless!!"

Zheng Qing was speechless, unable to speak for a moment.

Because he was vaguely aware of where the other half of the wizard's body was lost—the slender red sky pillar he pushed down, the forbidden spell that easily cut through the inner castle's defensive magic circle like a hot knife cutting butter. A pillar, if it falls on an ordinary wizard, it can definitely cause such damage.

As if aware of the wavering in the boy's heart, the wizard who was crushed to the ground struggled harder and cursed louder. Although the security wizards who suppressed him were still performing their duties faithfully, they all turned their heads and looked at the young wizard, all showing disgust and contempt in their eyes.

"No, I'm not, I haven't."

Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously, and continued to back away in horror. Right now, it seemed that only the huge red curtain behind him could give him a sense of security.

"murderer!"

"Traitor to the wizard!"

"Demon lackeys!"

"Don't let him get away, catch that shameless man!"

The crowd in the audience suddenly surged, one figure after another crushed the colorful morning glory, climbed onto the podium, and grabbed Zheng Qing, those pale arms seemed to protrude from the abyss, densely packed, full of death and despair breath.

Even more frightening is the owner of those arms.

Some are headless, as if their heads were bitten off by some ferocious beast, and there are still hideous tooth marks on their necks; some have large holes piercing through their chests, the wounds are round and smooth, and their hearts are missing; some are covered with granulation and pus Tumors, black curses, like centipedes, crawling back and forth between those granulation and pus tumors.

These are wizards who died in battle in Hell.

Or a wizard who is worse than death.

Zheng Qing became more and more terrified, trying to break free from Ms. Pulitzer's claws, and stepped back again and again, while constantly waving his arms, denying the overwhelming accusations.

thump!

The long curtain dragging on the ground tripped the boy, and before he got up in time, he put his hands on the ground and continued to retreat, until he retreated into the red patch behind him, wrapped in the thick curtain, and seemed to feel a little warmth.

The thick curtains wrapped the boy and also isolated the hustle and bustle outside, and those scolding and cursing seemed to be constantly going away. Just when the boy felt a little relieved, he heard a faint gurgling sound.

Like running water, or the sound of blood pumping when the heart beats.

While the word blood was running through his mind, he suddenly smelled a bloody smell. The young wizard slowly opened his eyes wide. The heavy red curtain in front of his eyes suddenly turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood, endless red, overwhelming red, and rich red.

The viscous blood was like invisible hands, grabbing the boy's neck, arms, robe corners, and every part of his body, sinking to the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood.

In the depths of the sea of ​​blood, faintly, the voices of the sea-monsters humming "Castle in the Sky" sounded again.