Monster Hunting High School

"boom!"

Zheng Qing's head hit the smooth mirror hard, catching him off guard and sitting down on the soft carpet. In the mirror, goblins with bat ears and pointed noses were holding their bellies and laughing crazily, until they were out of breath.

The young wizards of the Forgiveness Hunting Team looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

This is a temporarily opened exhibition hall deep in the First University Museum of Magical History. Displayed in this exhibition hall are magical items that are usually placed in every corner of the school.

There are inscriptions containing the great wizard's magical insights, bronze bells covered with stars and runes, and sculptures of various shapes, including two snowmen, lying in a bathtub filled with ice cubes, taking a comfortable nap. Snoring.

The nameless standing mirror that Zheng Qing wanted to find was also among them.

With Xiao Xiao leading the way, and after numerous grumpy 'welcome ceremonies' from the exhibits, the young wizards finally arrived at the exhibition hall and found the mirror.

After tearing off the red curtain that the school staff temporarily put on the mirror, the nearly two-meter-high mirror was revealed to everyone again. The huge obsidian base, the exquisitely carved Roman columns, the enthusiastic-looking mirror holder, the evil devil, and the elegant wizard. These familiar elements overlapped one by one with the images deep in Zheng Qing's memory, making him immediately confirm that this was what he wanted. The mirror I was looking for.

Impatient, the young public-sponsored student went straight to the mirror, wanting to return to the mirror world.

Before Xiao Xiao could grab him, he saw the wizard bump into the smooth mirror and hit his head. And in the originally blank mirror, a group of mirror demons crowded into the mirror at some point, laughing at the ignorant wizard.

"what's the situation?!"

Zheng Qing covered his head and looked at the mirror blankly, then looked back at his companions.

"I don't know." Xiao Xiao opened the Dharma book and summoned a vine to help the fallen wizard: "...Although I also want to prevent you from entering the mirror, my speed is a little slower...Two point."

Fatty Xin's laughter came from the side.

Xiao Xiao knew what he was laughing at, and with a straight face, he took back his cane. Because this time, he was a step slower. His cane had just climbed out of the book and was still hanging in the air. An anxious witch in the hunting team had already bent down and helped the fallen wizard up.

"Thank you." Zheng Qing's cheeks were slightly warm and he thanked Jiang Yu in a low voice.

The light was dim and he couldn't see the witch's expression clearly, but he could see her shining eyes.

"You are too reckless." Jiang Yu ignored Zheng Qing's thanks and sounded a little angry: "Why didn't you wait for everyone and went into the mirror by yourself?"

"I was anxious at the moment." The wizard muttered, cleared his throat slightly awkwardly, straightened his robe, then turned to look at Xiao Xiao, and tried to ask in a normal tone: "Doctor, why can't you enter the mirror? You Do you know the reason?"

Xiao Xiao turned his back to everyone and carefully studied the magic text engraved on the frame of the floor-length mirror without answering.

But someone else answered Zheng Qing's question.

"A mirror is not a door that can be accessed casually." Although Zhang Jixin likes to solve problems with his fists, in some matters, he can see more clearly than Zheng Qing: "A magic item like this should be used when using it. Is there a spell or special ritual? Did you pay attention to it when you entered?"

Zheng Qing's cheeks, which were slightly warm due to Jiang Yu's support, had just subsided from the fever, but were heated up again by the question of the red-faced wizard. Fortunately, the light in the museum was dim and no one could notice someone blushing.

"Spell..."

The young public-funded student quickly glanced at the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror, and then immediately saw the words engraved on the lintel stone on the top of the standing mirror: "Light is like a piece of water, casting shadows on people on both sides?"

"Is this a spell?" Zhang Jixin leaned in front of the mirror, flexed his fingers, and tapped the smooth mirror surface.

Boom, boom, boom.

The goblins with sharp mouths and big ears in the mirror bared their teeth and made all kinds of faces at the strong wizard. Some of them even tore off the linen around their waists to reveal their strange parts and rushed at him. Zhang Jixin swayed and swayed.

It's like bunches of stunted grapes blowing in the wind.

Zheng Qing's eyes were quick and he stood in front of Jiang Yu and cursed fiercely: "It's so disgusting... No wonder he was banished to the mirror world by the wizards."

The witch was stunned for a few seconds, and then noticed the expressions of the other wizards. She immediately realized that the goblins in the mirror might be doing something indecent, and couldn't help but laugh: "Just think of them as cats and dogs. Or bugs...there’s no need to get angry with them.”

Even so, she also looked away, refusing to look at the mirror again.

Zhang Jixin squeezed his fingers so hard that he shouted to the little goblins in the mirror with a fierce tone: "Don't run away if you dare... Let's see if your bones are stronger, or if my fist is bigger!"

This sentence did not make him more authoritative, but made the goblins in the mirror do more obscene actions.

The red-faced wizard was furious, like an angry lion, walking back and forth in front of the mirror, repeating the 'spell' on the lintel stone.

It's just that no matter how he tried different sentence fragmentation, emphasis or emphasis, or even using different languages ​​such as ancient, Latin, Hebrew, etc., the mirror showed no reaction at all.

Zheng Qing deliberately told him that he was not sure whether that sentence was a curse, but seeing Brother Xin's angry look, he finally swallowed his words of persuasion quietly. To avoid getting into trouble.

"Perhaps you read it upside down?" Fatty Xin looked at it for a long time and finally made his own suggestion: "Try reading it the other way around."

Zhang Jixin stopped and looked at the lintel stone.

"When two people take a shadow, the water is like light?" The red-faced wizard read it word for word, then scratched his head: "What a damn thing!"

"There's no loss anyway, so what's the point of trying." The fat man spread his hands, looking like I didn't understand either.

"There is a loss!" Zhang Jixin pointed to the mirror, his face filled with unhappiness.

In the mirror, the goblins had already torn off the linen pieces from their waists and were making various obscene gestures to the young wizards outside the mirror. The young wizards who were scratching their heads and scratching their heads as they looked outside the mirror were all laughing so hard.

Fatty Xin looked at them with admiration.

"I don't know if there are any female goblins in there," he said in a long voice, his tone full of inquiry: "I guess the way those female goblins play tricks on people is not much better than these male goblins... If they are like them If we do this now, will we suffer a loss or not?”

This time, the goblins in the mirror were angry.

It's just that no matter how they made various insulting gestures at the fat man outside the mirror, the fat man was happy and not angry at all. Instead, he kept laughing at them for their single movements.