Monster Hunting High School

The pavilion under the night is silent and peaceful, like an old man sitting on a deck chair, silently observing the quiet world. Outside the pavilion, there is surrounded by the rolling white mist that never seems to get tired; inside the pavilion, the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror stands there quietly like a qualified servant.

Silently.

"Boom!"

A figure rolled and rolled out of the mirror with a muffled groan.

He didn't cry, he just struggled to stand up and looked around. In the silent night, the pavilion was empty, and there was no one except him.

Mr. is not here either.

Zheng Qing clenched his fists and felt something was missing.

He lowered his head and thought carefully for a few seconds before he realized that the gold-plated silver pot that Zhu Si had given him before was missing. The silver pot was something he had to carry in his hand because the gray cloth bag couldn't fit it.

Zheng Qing touched the gray cloth bag hanging on his waist.

The gray cloth bag that was bulging before has become deflated again.

He hurriedly rummaged through the contents of the bag.

All kinds of gems, luminous pearls, piles of gold, mithril, refined copper, exquisite silverware, and broken alchemy items were all gone. Except for the red rope tied with a myrtle tree leaf on his wrist, all the 'deposit' given to him by Zhu Si disappeared into the bag.

However, the snacks, books, cinnabar, talismans and other materials he sent out in the mirror world still stayed quietly in the gray cloth box. It's just that the food has turned gray-white. Zheng Qing took a bite of beef jerky and felt like he was chewing a piece of wood. The cinnabar and talisman paper looked intact, but they had lost their magic luster and turned into waste.

Only the books, although they look a little worn out, the knowledge and content inside are intact.

The night breeze blew gently through the pavilion, giving the wizard a chill.

A chill that is hard to feel in the summer.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing up straight, he turned around and glanced at the tall floor-length mirror behind him.

This time, he finally saw clearly the line of words engraved on the lintel stone of the mirror.

The light is like a piece of water, casting shadows on people on both sides.

The moonlight fell like water on the mirror, and the shadow in women's clothing was posing in an attempt to arouse the wizard's anger. Before meeting Zhu Si, Zheng Qing might have found a stone and had a good argument with the goblin in the mirror, but now, he just glanced at the figure in the mirror and looked away.

At the same time that he looked away, the silver surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror suddenly rippled. The figure in women's clothing showed a bit of panic on her face and screamed as she ran away into the depths of the mirror.

A moment later, Mr. Wu's tall figure passed through the mirror and appeared in the pavilion.

He looked at the young public-funded student with a surprised look on his face.

"Did you come out on your own?"

Zheng Qing nodded and said hurriedly: "Sir..."

Mr. Wu raised his hand to stop the boy's question and asked: "What time is it now?"

Zheng Qing suppressed the impatience in his heart, took out the silver pocket watch, opened the cover, and glanced at the time: "01:01 in the evening."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young public-funded student suddenly realized that just one minute had passed since he entered the mirror world. Considering that the teacher only took him into the mirror world at midnight, and he spent a lot of time looking through the gray cloth bag, in fact, the time he actually stayed in the mirror world may be shorter.

"It's too fast." The gentleman shook his head, looked back at the floor-to-ceiling mirror, then looked back at the young public-funded student, and repeated again: "It's too fast."

"Do you think I came out too fast?" Zheng Qing asked.

"Yes." The gentleman's answer was not polite at all: "It's far beyond your IQ. If you want to get out of the mirror world, just relying on your little magic knowledge or a hint of forbidden spell that sometimes doesn't work, you will be far away. not enough."

"How long do you think I'll be in there?"

"I don't know." The gentleman held the Roman column of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with one hand and replied calmly: "The time in the world in the mirror is chaotic and random. Maybe one second, the day in the mirror is a year in the outside world, and the next A moment, a year in the mirror is a second outside. It is difficult for us to determine the illusion with reality."

The wizard rubbed his forehead, what Zhu Si said came to mind, and he strongly hoped in his heart that she had really only stayed in the mirror for a few months. Just when he raised his hand, he revealed the red thread tied to the bean leaf on his wrist.

The gentleman raised his eyebrows, grabbed his wrist, and carefully examined the runes flowing on the blades and the thin red thread.

for a long time.

"It seems that you have met some interesting friends in the mirror world." The gentleman put down the wizard's wrist and turned to look at the tall, silent floor-length mirror beside him. His tone was full of nostalgia: "...If you don't mind, can you follow me? Shall I tell you?"

Zheng Qing took a deep breath - his husband's request was also what he wanted to do most after appearing in the world of the camera.

"Her name is Jusi."

Starting from his name, the wizard described his experience in the mirror world in detail.

…

…

It is also a pavilion.

There is also Zheng Qing.

It's just that the sun is shining brightly outside this pavilion, and the rolling heat waves are mixed with the noisy insects, making people drowsy. This is a pavilion on the promenade around Linzhong Lake. It is the weekend, and there are no students coming and going to class. Even the fish people in the lake have stopped a lot, and they are all taking a nap in the dirty caves at the bottom of the lake.

The lunch training of the Forgiveness Hunting Team has come to an end. The hunters are sitting on the benches in the pavilion in twos and threes, discussing various situations they have just encountered in the training.

"It's too hot, it's too hot."

Fatty Xin wiped his sweat-stained forehead, pulled up the collar of his robe, bent his wrists, and tried his best to send a little air into the clothes.

But for this little breeze, he needs to pay more sweat. It's hard to tell whether this move is a good deal or not.

The fat man turned his neck with difficulty, looked around, and finally found the captain of the hunting team.

"You slept peacefully." He murmured, moved closer to Zheng Qing, and touched the young public-funded student with his hands.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Jixin shouted.

"Looking for the summer escape talisman!" The fat man replied gruffly: "And the one that can provide cooling... what kind of talisman is that?"

"Cool Talisman." Xiao Xiao replied.

"Yes, the cooling talisman." The fat man rummaged for a long time and finally found a stack of talisman papers that he had prepared in Zheng Qing's arms. He happily grabbed it and shook it to his friends: "Finally, I can cool down a little!"

There was a warm cheer in the pavilion.

Amidst the cheers, Xiao Xiao approached Zheng Qing and looked curiously at the sleeping wizard.

"What are you looking at again?" Zhang Jixin sighed and asked.

"How could he sleep like this?" Xiao Xiao tugged on Zheng Qing's ears. The young public-sponsored student ignored him and continued to sleep soundly, and even bubbles came out of his nose.

"Maybe he was too tired yesterday and just used a sleeping charm to sleep?" the acting captain guessed, and smiled at Xiao Xiao: "Don't disturb others' sleep!"

"Maybe." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and looked at the young public-funded student suspiciously. His eyes slowly slid down from his face and finally landed on Zheng Qing's wrist.

There is a thin red thread tied there, and a piece of myrtle wood leaf is decorated on the thread. The leaves seemed to be enchanted, with tiny golden runes flashing by from time to time.

Xiao Xiao remembered that when he went out in the morning, Zheng Qing's wrists were still clean without the red string.

Not even that leaf.