Hunting High School

The great cold has just passed for about a week, and the beginning of spring is less than ten days away. These days are almost the coldest days of the year. However, due to the approach of the Spring Festival, the Yunhua community is immersed in a man-made fiery atmosphere, which makes the evergreen shrubs and pines and cypresses in the garden of the community look much greener than usual.

At this moment, Zheng Qing and his family are conducting a welcoming ceremony in a remote corner of the community.

From the open windows of a residential building a little far away, the music of the second half of the "Spring Festival Overture" and the cheerful voice of the host can be heard vaguely. Opening windows for ventilation is nothing unusual.

In general, everything is so normal that Zheng Qing has a vague illusion that life at home will always be so ordinary and stable.

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"The paper money I bought this year is a bit trendy... Did you bake it last night?" When Professor Zheng lit the paper money, he asked Zheng Qing's father in a slightly displeased tone: "Why is it so hard to light it?"

Zheng Qing's eyes fell on the string of paper money following Grandpa's questioning.

The orange flame of the lighter licked the colorful paper money, rolling up a light blue flame and wisps of blue and white smoke. Indeed, the smoke from burning paper money seems to be a little more than usual.

"Baked," Zheng Qing's father argued, and at the same time took out a wad of paper money, leaned over and tried to light it: "Together with those firecrackers, put them on the cabinet above the radiator, and baked them all night... "

The cabinet my father mentioned is actually the dado that wraps the radiator. This is a very popular style in the decoration of old-style community houses. The walls of the home are protected by wooden dado, and there will be some on the radiator. Grille for ventilation and heat dissipation.

"Is it the radiator by the window in the living room?" Old Professor Zheng's tone became more and more unhappy: "I don't know if there is dew in the morning, it will counteract the moisture? How old are you, and you still do things so carelessly..."

Zheng Qing suppressed a smile, watching his father shrunk silently in front of his grandfather. It is very important to try to reduce the sense of own existence, especially in this situation, it is easy to be angered by speaking rashly .

To this end, he tried to turn his attention elsewhere.

In the far window, accompanied by the background music of the Spring Festival prelude, the host proficiently recited the strings of the program "Year after Year"; further away, a few stray cats seemed to be chased by dogs, like a gust of wind. Yes, running across the wall with its tail between its legs.

Zheng Qing stared at the backs of those cats going away, and couldn't help thinking that those subordinates in the school's grove didn't know how their winter vacation was going, whether they hung balls of hair on the trees as usual.

When he regained consciousness, a thick layer of paper ash had accumulated in the copper basin, and more and more paper money was burning. There were also more and more bluish-white fumes gushing out violently from the copper basin, almost completely submerging the figures of grandfather and father.

Zheng Qing put his hand on the gray cloth bag at his waist, wondering if he should take out the book and use a small spell to disperse the smoke. He actually is not hesitating whether to do this, but it is not an easy task to clean up in front of the two elders, but also to be calm and quiet.

The smell of burning paper became stronger and stronger, irritating Zheng Qing's nasal cavity, making him feel slightly suffocated.

"Turn up the paper money below, so that it can be burned more fully..." From the front, there was old Professor Zheng's commanding voice to Father Zheng, which seemed vague and distant through the lingering smoke. It was as if there was a layer of frosted glass between them and Zheng Qing.

It's a very weird feeling.

The gray-white sky is getting grayer and darker, and the howling cold wind has quietly stopped the trembling branches, the falling dead leaves, the tinkling glass windows, and the traffic on the road outside the community The whistling and whistle disappeared without a trace as the sound of the wind passed away.

For a moment, Zheng Qing thought that he had used the wrong magic, and misused the spell to clean up the smoke with a silence spell.

But soon, he realized that he hadn't taken the book out of the gray cloth bag, and he hadn't started to cast any magic.

The feeling of thorns on the back followed one after another.

The young wizard turned his head back forcefully, so fast and powerful that he felt dizzy, and vaguely heard the ominous creaking sound from the friction between his cervical spine and his skull.

But all of this became irrelevant after Zheng Qing saw those bright red eyes.

...

This is not the first time Zheng Qing has faced a demon.

On the first day he knew the first university, he encountered a pig demon in Damingfang; then the banshee on the special admission plane; Those wild monsters who fought with the hunters in groups.

It can be said that Zheng Qing can be regarded as a veteran when it comes to facing monsters.

But it was the first time for Zheng Qing that a wizard alone, especially in front of his family, faced a demon.

He stood there quietly, not daring to move. Comparing the biting chill of midwinter with the chill brought by the monster opposite, it was like the difference between being bitten by a mosquito and being bitten by an inchworm.

Zheng Qing felt that his own soul was soaked in the ice water in an instant, and he was so desperate that he suffocated.

This is impossible, he roared in his heart, how could they appear here? spell.

Because of this, after knowing the demons and risks, Zheng Qing still has the confidence to walk out of that university and go home. That's why Zheng Qing can go to school with peace of mind, without worrying about her family members encountering those indescribable threats.

The monster on the opposite side is not big, one meter high and low. It seems to be infected by a stray dog. Of course, it may also be a lone wolf. Salivating, human gums.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.

The demon was breathing greedily and rapidly.

Zheng Qing rested his fingers on the gray cloth bag, and his mind was spinning wildly. Dozens of different solutions and more follow-up solutions flashed through his mind. After all, the monster opposite did not seem particularly difficult to deal with, but Zheng Qing didn't know what kind of impact the 'observer effect' would have in the current situation, and after solving the monster, how to deal with the family and how to appeal to the Wizarding Union was a headache.

At this moment, a cat meow broke the almost frozen atmosphere in the field.

"Meow."