Hunting High School

Tianwei is thinking!

Zheng Qing silently chanted the spell that Professor Hilda gave them, and stroked the bumps on the edge of the trial card in his hand. Pulled by the power of the spell, the number 50, the size of a mung bean, flashed slightly in the center of the triangular school badge on the front of the bronze medal, and a series of illusory plus signs rose like fireworks, with concise and clear instructions on the front and back:

Base: +2 (master trial cards and learn spells)

Base: +2 (successful use of the flying spell)

Base: +2 (through cumulonimbus clouds)

Base: +2 (successful landing)

Advancement: +2 (keep the team intact)

The initial basic score is 50 points, and after the completion of the landing project, it becomes 60 points. This is a score that makes Zheng Qing both gratified and somewhat disappointed.

The gratification is that I got full marks in the landing project. The disappointment is that he thought he could get ten points for learning the flying spell, but unexpectedly only got two points.

"Why do I only have 59 points?!" Li Meng's indignant protest came from next to him: "Obviously I also landed successfully, why did I only get one point in this category? Zheng Zha was also carried by someone like me. The belt fell off!"

The young Gongfei Sheng glanced at the little witch.

"Didn't you faint?" Zhang Jixin reminded kindly from the side.

"I just squinted my eyes a little bit!" Li Meng opened her eyes wide, and said loudly, "Otherwise, how would I know that Zheng Zha was also picked up by Lan Fatty?"

"That's when you squinted and lost consciousness."

Jiang Yu held down the little witch with frizzy hair, straightened the arbor leaves hanging around her neck, and warned: "Don't make trouble, you should be satisfied with 9 points... forget about those who didn't master the flying spell from Falling in mid-air, are there any blackened classmates who were struck by lightning?"

Li Meng shrank her neck, although she still had a bit of dissatisfaction on her face, she finally calmed down.

Then Jiang Yu turned around and stuffed a tube of light blue potion under Zheng Qing's nose—just after releasing the 'Water of the Canglang', she stood on the spot and began to prepare this potion, mortar, test tube Like a string of docile planets, the glass rods surround the witch, one after another.

Before Zheng Qing could speak in the future, Xin Fatty approached with a sullen face, looking at the residue in the mortar: "What is this? Well, there are toads, bitter vegetable juice... and brandy?"

He sniffled, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This kind of combination is rare...it's quite old-fashioned."

The witch looked at Zheng Qing calmly.

The young public fee student obediently took the potion, looked at the bubbling liquid in the test tube, poured it into his mouth without saying a word. A warm feeling diffused in the mouth, and immediately turned into a refreshing coolness, giving him a feeling of sudden ventilation after a stuffy nose.

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched slightly.

"Removing blood stasis." She nodded her cheek and explained simply.

During the landing process, Zheng Qing's face was twitched by a flying vine branch, and half of his face was swollen. That's why, from the moment he landed until now, he hasn't said much.

Checking the score is only part of the reason, and more importantly, it hurts throbbing when half of the face is pulled at the temple, and he can't speak clearly, so he simply shuts up.

At this moment, a tube of potion entered the mouth, and Zheng Qing's cheeks returned to normal visibly with the naked eye.

"Thank you...it's really immediate!"

The young public finance student thanked him and returned the test tube to Jiang Yu, without hesitation in his words of praise: "Is this what you just made? It's much faster than Xin Fatty!"

Fatty pursed his lips and remained surprisingly quiet.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyelids, put away the test tube, and put the potion concoction vessel floating around back into his handbag. Although he didn't exchange pleasantries with Zheng Qing too much, his voice seemed much more pleasant: "You are the captain of the hunting team, you must listen to it." Your opinion... what should we do next? Go straight into the tent?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the low gray tent behind them.

canopy.

Zheng Qing turned around and took a closer look at the tent for the first time.

On the leather door curtain at the entrance of the tent, there are several dead crows and dead squirrels hanging on straw ropes. When the breeze blows, the tattered furs of the dead creatures are dragged by the straw ropes and sway with the wind, revealing the various patterns carved with cinnabar on the tent skin. magic symbols.

Behind the tent, in the corner of the open space between the fixed wires and the fence, there were piles of large pieces of animal carapace, bundles of fur, burnt black bones, and dead bodies of magical creatures that hadn't had time to decompose.

On the edge of the dead bodies, a shallow pit was built, and the bottom of the pit was painted with a layer of suspicious sauce red. A ditch about a foot wide and narrow was dug on the edge of the shallow pit, and through the exit under the fence, it was connected to the huge magic circle outlined by the water flow outside.

The pervasive death air made the wizard feel slightly uncomfortable in his heart.

He looks away.

"Just tidy up first."

Zheng Qing looked at several companions, and said uncertainly: "No one knows whether there will be trial items when entering the door, we'd better make some preparations in advance... Fatty, help the squad leader to prepare some commonly used potions; The doctor went to the back to pick up a few bones to see if they could be used for divination; the Elder checked the surrounding environment and took care not to step out of the fence."

"Understood!" The red-faced wizard made a gesture of acceptance, tightened the gloves on his hands, and took a big step to go straight to the back of the tent.

These arrangements were cautious and secure, and neither the main hunter nor the fortune-teller expressed any objection, which made Zheng Qing slightly relieved and his thinking became clearer.

"I will draw a few commonly used talismans as soon as possible... Everyone will report back in time if there is any situation." As he said, the captain of the forgiveness hunting team has already found out a series of tools for drawing talismans, such as yellow paper, and turned the mud into slate on the spot, without caring There was dust on the ground, and he knelt down on the ground and began to draw symbols.

In order to improve the success rate, he also placed a small red cardboard with the word "Wu" beside it. He was very bored at the school hospital during the summer vacation, so he invited him here again.

"What about me? What am I doing?" Li Meng waited for a while, but she didn't hear the arrangement for own, and she was a little unhappy: "I'm also a member of the team!"

"Go and help the doctor pick up the bones." Zheng Qing said perfunctorily without raising his head.

"Hmph!" The little witch was furious and left.

Intermittent complaints came from her: "I...a college student...picking up bones?...I'm in Qingqiu Mansion...Su Shijun...Poseidon..."

Xin seemed to have heard a few words from Li Meng.

"Well, speaking of Miss Su, who is her husband?" Fatty, out of the professional ethics of a reporter, never forgot about the investigation he had done: "It's been more than half a year, and I still haven't revealed anything... You are indeed a great wizard."

Jiang Yu silently glanced at a wizard who was drawing amulets on the ground with his buttocks pouted.

The wizard felt a little flustered for no reason, and the brush in his hand shook uncontrollably, and the unfinished talisman on the talisman paper suddenly became fragmented.