Hunting High School

The sun is slanting westward, and the tired birds return to their nests.

The young freshmen finally finished their work by the mud pond and dragged their exhausted bodies away from the lake.

"After working hard all afternoon, one credit will be given as a result." Zheng Qing rubbed his sore shoulders, stared at the bright red numbers on the student card, and sighed.

"Blame us?" Zhang Jixin rolled his eyes and hummed.

His originally red face was deeply processed by the scorching sun, and it became even more red and purple, and the red turned black. This also made him more irritable.

Zheng Qing twitched his lips in embarrassment when he remembered that he had forcibly taken over this matter.

"One credit is not bad," Duan Xiaojian said with a smile, "you know, many people work hard for a week of class, but they can't earn a single credit... I am very satisfied anyway."

"And the lunch is good too." Xin Fatty wiped his mouth with a lot of enthusiasm.

"If you still want to eat that kind of rich box lunch, then come to Zhonghu Wharf after class tomorrow, and do me a favor, the food will be enough!" Old man Verne's rough laughter sounded behind several young people, They were taken aback.

Zheng Qing turned his head, the old school worker was striding over with a wooden stick.

Master Wuyue dragged his tail and lazily followed at his feet.

"How about it, little Fatty, are you coming?" The corner of the old school worker's lips curled up: "The food is enough!"

Xin Fatty's face turned red, then pale, then a little blue, and finally turned black like the bottom of a pot.

Zheng Qing never knew that a face could change so many colors.

This greatly admired him.

Of course, now is not the time to admire the speed of Fatty's transformation.

"Where are you going?" Duan Xiaojian smiled and moved closer to the old man.

"Where are you going?" The old school worker snorted heavily: "Go to the back garden to find those professors who are sleeping in the abode... It's a hot day, even the first-year dolls are working, and they don't know what to do. Sleep well!"

"Have you found the murderer?" Zhang Jixin shouted anxiously.

"It's not that easy." The old man Verne shook his head, but nodded again: "But there are indeed some clues."

"It's a bug, right!" Zheng Qing looked at the old man with certainty.

The others immediately straightened their ears.

"Hmph." The old man glanced at them with a half-smile, paused with his cane, and drifted away without touching the ground.

There was only one sentence left, which slowly drifted into their ears with the evening wind.

"Don't make random guesses, don't talk nonsense, don't believe in rumors... Although you are in the First University, this is a school of nine schools after all."

The young wizards watched dumbfounded as the old man disappeared from their field of vision in two or three steps, completely failing to see what magic he was using.

"This is the legendary Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada!" Zhang Jixin said with admiration, "It is said that there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the school's old janitors. I really do not deceive me!"

"Eight steps to chase cicadas, nine steps to fly into the sky," Xin Fatty snorted. "It's obviously a flash of magic! Very old-fashioned magic skills... It's just that young people seldom practice it now."

Zheng Qing stared anxiously at the disappearing figure of the old man, and smacked his lips, but he was very puzzled by the wording of his last sentence.

"What do you mean by the rumors he said?" the public finance student looked around.

However, the friends around shrugged and spread their hands, saying that they have been selling coolies with him all afternoon, and they are naturally confused.

Until the dormitory door was pushed open.

Zheng Qing's question only got some answers.

A shiny bronze mirror was hung on the chandelier above the head by a thin thread, hanging brightly in the center of the dormitory, spinning slowly.

The evening light outside the window passes through the glass and falls on the copper mirror, and as it slowly rotates, it sweeps across the entire room.

As soon as Zheng Qing opened the door, he happened to see the light swept by the bronze mirror, and he was instantly blinded.

"What!" He squinted and shouted, "What is in the room?"

"It's just a Bixie mirror." Dylan's friendly voice came from the balcony: "Be careful when you enter the door, don't step on the fruits of my labor!"

Zheng Qing stood at the door rubbing his eyes, and Xin Fatty behind him pushed him away impatiently and rushed in.

"Hey!" Fatty's exclamations sounded one after another: "It's amazing!"

"Is this a mahogany sword? It's made from lightning-struck wood! I can even see the electric sparks jumping on it!"

"That's not an electric spark, it's just a wave of magic overflow." Xiao Xiao's calm voice also sounded in the dormitory: "Also, if you keep touching that sword with your hands, I bet you won't be able to eat with utensils tomorrow gone."

Zheng Qing stepped on the indigo carpet.

A puff of soot rose into the air, and the pungent smell ravaged his sense of smell.

"What is this again!" Zheng Qing fluttered his arms, red eyes, covering his nose, tears streaming down his face.

"You mean grass lime?" Dylan poked his head out from the sliding door of the balcony, revealing a flushed face: "Just keep your feet light...don't jump around the room, it's easy to choke Own."

"Grass lime, calamus, mugwort, and peach branches are burned into ashes, mixed with dead jade powder, and made into an old prescription for getting rid of voodoo bugs," Xin Fatty didn't care about the dusty smell in the room, and nodded He fell down on the bed, and explained in a showy manner: "This is a cleaning agent that was always kept in wizards' homes in the past."

Zheng Qing held his breath, carefully set his feet on the carpet, and looked around.

"So," he raised his head and looked at Dylan, "you're messing around in the house!"

Dylan was kneeling in front of the small balcony door, with an iron ruler in his mouth and a carving knife in his hand, carving something stroke by stroke on the door frame.

His normally neat blue robe was stained and wrinkled.

Hearing Zheng Qing's question, he didn't answer immediately.

It wasn't until the matter at hand came to an end that Dylan took off the iron ruler in his mouth, clasped his upper and lower teeth, and said with a breath of air: "As you can see... I am adding some protection to the dormitory. You came back just in time , quickly draw ten or eight Bixie symbols, and post more in the room, that's right!"

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"What?" Zheng Qing looked confused: "Why!... What are you doing!"

"Discover evildoers, stop evil spirits, and drive away ghosts and evil spirits."

"Exorcism?" Zheng Qing was very surprised: "Where are there ghosts!"

"Don't you know?" The vampire werewolf pouted, put his eyes on the door frame, carefully inspected the rune he had carved, and hummed without looking back: "It's still the fault of your school... an invisible demon ran into your school... , It brought disaster to a group of magical creatures, and caused us students from other colleges boarding at the school to be terrified."

"Invisible Demon?" Zheng Qing was puzzled.

"The corpse of the longevity turtle and the old Kappa. This is a bad omen! It means that an invisible demon has descended on this school..." Dylan finally straightened up, turned his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at it seriously. Zheng Qing warned: "You have little common sense, I won't lie to you!"

Zheng Qing nodded suspiciously, but said nothing.

He clearly remembered that the old school worker mentioned that the culprit by the Linzhong Lake was not a demon.