Monster Hunting High School

Zheng Qing now stood alone in front of the King in Yellow.

Apart from an imaginary rune gun, there is no other more threatening means on his body.

Even if the rune gun is filled with blood rune bullets, and regardless of how many shots he can fire based on his ability, the power of the blood rune bullets alone may not be enough to blast this incarnation of Hastur with one shot. of.

Just make enemies with him.

Of course, Zheng Qing could also choose to self-destruct.

But self-destruction is not something he can do just because he wants to. The last time he exploded by accident was the result of violent mood swings and the breaking of the seal at the critical point, as well as many conditions. Afterwards, he carefully searched for that feeling, but never found it.

The sleeves of the yellow robe were swaying before his eyes.

"Will I lose my mind... or myself?" He stared at the swaying sleeves and asked in a low voice.

A golden bean disappeared from his hand, appeared again, paused for a moment, and then disappeared again. This feeling of indecision is very similar to the feeling of doing multiple choice questions in an exam.

An ambiguous answer came from under the white mask: "Maybe."

Zheng Qing sighed slightly, his mind was in a mess. Many of the questions that originally came to mind when he was running wildly on the black grassland could no longer be remembered at this moment.

He didn't even want to think about how many gems and golden beans he had left.

There was only one question that kept lingering in his mind, like the tide behind a dam, refusing to retreat for a long time.

"Why me." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.

Under the white mask, the green pupilless gaze fell on the wizard, with a hint of inquiry in his gaze: "This is the choice of fate."

"Fate is a bitch." Zheng Qing muttered, forgetting who said this to him.

But he felt that this sentence could not be more appropriate to use here.

The yellow robe was flowing in the wind, and the sleeves were fluttering. Although there was no expression on the white mask, Zheng Qing felt that the other party must be laughing.

The concept of emotions rarely appears in the outer gods, but it does not mean that they lack this concept.

It's just that there are very few things in the world that can cause them to clearly fluctuate.

Hastur's incarnation looked into Zheng Qing's eyes.

The young wizard may not know it, but the outside god standing opposite him sees it clearly. As he stayed in front of Him longer and longer and talked to Him more and more, the young wizard's eyes had changed from black and white at first to filled with blood.

And the red under his eyes is getting darker and darker.

He could clearly feel that the heavier the red color, the more successful his gift would be.

This gave Him more desire to speak:

"Mortals will collapse when they stand in front of me. Even wizards will not fare much better... I have seen many young wizards who lose the ability to think in front of me."

"You are a special case."

"Maybe that's why fate chose you."

Zheng Qing listened to the hoarse and long voice echoing in his ears. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the slight throbbing pain in his eyebrows and feet. He finally rolled up his sleeves and said with a brave face: "Since you have no choice... then let's do it. !”

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Therefore, a small crack suddenly appeared at the mouth of the white mask opposite him. During the long conversation, Hastur was very stingy in not showing his mouth, but now a small crack appeared.

The small slit grew wider and wider until it reached her ears.

Revealing a curved, huge smile like a crescent moon, the crescent moon is full of scarlet:

"...Many people believe that they can face death bravely, until the wind swept by the corners of the God of Death's robe blows on their faces... Just like many people believe that they can bravely rush into a fire to save others, but this is often not the case Courage is often exhausted after feeling the heat of the fire.”

"In the endless wasteland, you have shown enough reason and determination."

"Now... muster up your courage."

"I will complete this gift before your courage runs out."

"This gift from the depths of the stars."

"This friendship comes from Hastur."

Along with the faint murmur and the weird smile, an eight-ray magic halo appeared behind the head of the King in Yellow, like a bright moon.

A dot of ink dye spread out in the center of the bright moon, quickly covering up the halo, revealing a dark and deep aura.

Even with his eyes closed, Zheng Qing could still feel a new darkness coming towards his face - a color deeper than darkness.

And in the deepest part of the darkness, a bright yellow symbol suddenly appeared.

A combination of simple dots and twisted lines, like a symbol spliced ​​together by several yellow question marks, blooming in the deepest part of the darkness.

If the wizard opened his eyes at this moment, he would see a symbol that was exactly the same color and shape as the one he saw in the dark, leaving Hastur's soft white mask, slowly rotating, and coming out of the hat. Take it off your pocket and float towards Zheng Qing.

This is the mark of Hastur.

Imprinted with the aura of His origin.

The rune spun faster and faster, seemingly slowly but actually urgently. In an instant, it turned into a bright spot of light, carrying a refreshing and violent aura, directly hitting Zheng Qing's face.

The boy yelled and fell on his back.

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There is always a bit of humidity in the woods in the early morning.

The soft mist and pale sunshine envelop the dark green color of the oak, giving the shade a somewhat hazy and psychedelic atmosphere.

Zhu Si wiped his eyes and woke up from his sleep, with the drool that dripped from his deep sleep last night still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

She wiped her saliva with a look of regret on her face - in her dream, she was preparing to eat the beautiful and plump chicken head carefully, but for some reason the mirrors around her broke into pieces.

After opening her eyes, she heard the majestic slapping sounds behind the oak wood, and then she realized that the sound of the mirror breaking in her dream was actually the sound of those brown, oily little things slapping her chest.

The little witch swallowed again and frowned seriously.

In the dream, there was a figure accompanying her to open the chicken head. The two of them were eating happily. But when she opened her eyes, that person's face quickly disappeared from her mind, just like someone erasing a pencil drawing with an eraser. Like traces.

That figure was definitely not her father and mother. The little witch was sure of this. Their scent was very familiar to her.

After thinking about it for a while, the little witch suddenly woke up when a Zuge boldly walked up to her, stretched out its paws and quickly touched a piece of beef jerky.

She looked around vaguely, then lowered her head, and was startled when she saw a wizard in red robes lying next to her.