Hunting High School

Small talk is just small talk after all.

Fatty also didn't realize that his casual words separated him from the truth with only a thin layer of silkworm paper. Just like most of the mistakes in the world, in the final analysis, it is not how far the distance between Yin and Yang is, but the shallow fate between the two, and the timing has not come.

After a short rest, the six members of the forgiveness hunting team stood in front of the tent again.

It's just that this time, everyone no longer just relies on the Dharma books in their hands. Everyone held a few talismans with intact talismans and fine feet; they also had a few bottles of potions in their pockets to replenish magic power and heal wounds; and Xiao Xiao also had a few clean and beautiful shoulder blades in his arms. It is perfect for grilling and divination.

Zhang Jixin is still in the lead, Jiang Yu and Li Meng are in the middle, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao are on the two wings, and Xin Fatty is at the back.

But just like in most cases, when we are unprepared, risks always come inadvertently; and when we are fully prepared and ready, the risks hanging over our heads will disappear without a trace.

When Zheng Qing followed Zhang Jixin and walked into the tent steadily, such a thought was circling in his mind.

The tent is huge.

Also very quiet.

Except for the tiny ticking sound of the clock, there was no noise, and Zheng Qing felt that he could almost hear the breathing of his companion next to him.

Not far after entering the door, there is a short step down, less than ten steps, covered with soft Persian carpets, which echoes the large Thangkas hanging on the walls around the tent. The eerie atmosphere of words.

Old man Verne folded his hands and stood under the steps.

"Is there no test for entering the door?" The red-faced wizard asked directly.

He vigilantly looked at the strange Magical Items placed on the left and right shelves, but his eyes were constantly attracted by the skulls of some strange magical creatures farther away.

"When you are ready, there are no tests."

The voice of the old man was not high, but it was very clear in this quiet tent: "Like the cat in the box, before opening the lid, it can be dead or alive..."

Old school wizards like to play with such silly things.

"... this way," the old-school wizard didn't hear the young public servant's slander, but continued to do his own work conscientiously. He gestured for several young people to follow:

"Let me take you on a tour first... If there are no accidents, this will be your resting base for the next week, commonly known as the 'Old Nest'."

Lao Nest is a good word, it always makes people feel warm and comfortable.

This nameless emotion flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he looked at the space in the tent that could almost accommodate a basketball court, and compared it with the size of the tent outside which was less than a hundred paces.

"Wow, this place is really big."

The young public finance student followed the gray-robed wizard step by step, and finally sighed: "It doesn't look so big from the outside...Did it use space magic?"

"Maybe." The old wizard squinted his eyes, as if lost in memory for a moment: "It's an old object, there was no such thing as space magic before... don't touch the Magical Item on the shelf, no one knows what's in it Curse, if you don't want to die unexpectedly, you'd better have enough respect for the unknown."

For this slightly understated warning, as bold as Li Meng, he also listened to it honestly, raised his hands and followed behind the old man, not even daring to look at him twice.

On the other hand, Zheng Qing, because he has not received traditional wizarding education, does not have enough awareness of the risks involved. Instead, he pays attention to the strange Magical Items on the shelves on both sides, and begins to wonder if there may be any hidden tasks or rewards in them.

Isn't that the way it is in storybooks?

The captain of the hunting team was distracted, so the fortune-teller had no choice but to take over what the old man had said, and continued to ask: "...Then how big is this tent?"

"I also want to know."

The old man pointed to a stick hanging on the wall

Ruler: "You can take the time to measure yourself. I will measure it when I have time, but I am always uncertain. Sometimes it is only a few square meters in the hall, and sometimes there are a few more rooms. God knows when I made this tent Does the wizard have some misunderstandings about magic?"

"It sounds a bit too magical." Zheng Qing recovered and couldn't help smiling.

"Very correct. Excessive magic will always lead to chaos. In various degrees and in various senses." While speaking, the gray-robed wizard forcefully opened a wooden door at the end of the tent, and inside was a long dark aisle, the aisle There are small doors of different sizes and shapes interlaced on both sides.

"Is it our dormitory?"

"It doesn't look like a good atmosphere...Does the room have windows? I hope there is a sea view room."

"Are you here on vacation?"

Several young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Team stretched their necks and chattered.

"No, no," Old Man Verne blocked their line of sight, shaking his index finger vigorously, and warned very seriously: "I just want to tell you in advance that there is no mysterious thing behind this door, but more doors It's behind it. So don't be driven by curiosity to take risks... If you come back by chance, you will find that all the points on your trial cards have been deducted."

"Does that mean it's forbidden to enter here?" Zheng Qing suddenly understood.

The old man didn't answer, but closed the wooden door heavily, and found a piece of tattered yellow mounting paper to stick to the crack of the door, on which was marked 'No Entry' in bold red letters.

This does dispel the curiosity of some people to a certain extent.

Zheng Qing squinted at Xin Fatty and Li Meng, a little unsure who the team was at risk.

Afterwards, the old man showed the young wizards a look at their restaurant and dormitory.

The so-called restaurant is a large table located on the edge of the main hall, which can provide free hot water and hummus. If you want to eat more hearty, you need to go out and do it yourself.

The dormitory conditions are slightly better than Zheng Qing imagined. There are two independent rooms. Although they are not spacious and the windows are small, they are clean enough. One is for four boys and the other is for two girls.

The old man didn't give these young people more time to rest, and led them back to the front hall.

On a wall not far from the dining table, a leather roll that was originally tied with hemp rope and tied to the ceiling was torn apart. The leather scroll unfolded, and it was a map.

Compared with the rivers and mountains seen in the sky, Zheng Qing could vaguely judge that the map should depict the surrounding environment of the camp.

If nothing unexpected, the small red triangle should be the location of this camp.

On the other side of the river is a large open space, the color is very different from the side of the camp, and it is marked in black. A series of curved and narrow white passages extended from the camp, running through the open space, like spider webs, dividing the black area into areas of different sizes.

"This is your next task."

The old man pointed his skinny fingers on the large and small black spots, and glanced at the focused young wizards: "The white passage is safe...meaning that you will not die accidentally when you walk on it."

"And every black area is a part that we, and you, need to explore."