Monster Hunting High School

The night breeze flowing down from the Kara Mountain blew through this ancient mansion, filling the entire garden with the freshness and comfort of the deep mountains. The sunlight that emerged from the heads of the little mushrooms shattered one after another and shed a piece of orange light, falling slantingly in the garden. Following the footsteps of the guests, it seemed to have created a golden corridor.

There were big-bellied fireflies flying out from the depths of the garden, chasing the golden light in the night. Their bellies bulged, leaving streaks of light of varying depths in the air.

The dark wizard who led the way did not greet the guests and led the way quietly. The guests followed him anxiously, thinking about his attitude when meeting the owner of the old house.

In the night, all you can hear is the rustling of footsteps.

On the contrary, this shows the tranquility of the old house.

There are pavilions, rockeries, beautiful small gardens, and pools in the yard, with phosphorescent fish swimming in the pools. There was absolutely no desolation as described by Zhang Jixin or Fatty Xin, and Zheng Qing did not see the well they mentioned or the wet barrel next to the well.

The waiter did not take the guests into the house, but stopped at the front steps.

On the steps, a tall figure stood, looking up at the deep night sky. Because the light was dim, Zheng Qing could only vaguely see that the figure was wearing a large cloak. Instead of a hood, he was wearing a ring-shaped headdress woven with thorns, and there were a few wriggling shadows on the headdress. shake on the parts.

"Master, the guests have arrived." The dark-skinned male servant walked to the bottom of the steps, bowed slightly, and reported to the cloaked figure.

At this time, it would be inappropriate for Nikita to stand on behalf of everyone.

But Zheng Qing hasn't figured out what to say or how to greet people.

"Good evening, sir, excuse me for disturbing you." He stood up and greeted the owner of the old house. The embarrassment he imagined didn't really appear, and even the uneasiness in his heart only lasted a few seconds.

Everyone, including the two banshees and the five hunters of the Exoneration Hunting Team, as well as Maodou, looked at the vague figure on the steps with vigilance and concentration. No one cared what Zheng Qing said. Everyone was more concerned about the old man. What would the owner of the house say.

"Okay, very good." The figure still looked up and stared at the starry sky, not paying attention to the politeness of the guests. His voice was a little vague and harmonious, as if four or five voices were speaking at the same time: "...the weather tonight Yes, every star can be seen clearly...especially Mars, which is particularly dazzling."

Mars is Mars, which represents disaster and war in astrology.

But can Mars also be seen in Dreamland? Zheng Qing raised his head, trying to find the familiar red star above his head. But no matter how painful his eyes were, he couldn't find any trace of Mars. On the contrary, compared with the real world, the stars here seemed to be extremely complicated. After just a few more glances, Zheng Qing felt a nauseating impulse in his heart, forcing him to quickly retract his gaze.

But the withdrawal of sight does not mean the withdrawal of heart.

Xiao Xiao asked the question in his heart on behalf of Zheng Qing: "Can Mars also be seen in dreams? In this world, is the mystical concept of Mars the same as in reality?"

On the steps, the tall figure finally turned his gaze away from the starry sky and landed in his yard.

Zheng Qing finally saw clearly the appearance of the owner of the old house for the first time.

Different from the expected old and crazy appearance, the owner of the old house is surprisingly young. He looks to be in his early thirties, with curly hair, dark eyes, smooth skin, and a beautiful mustache on his chin.

But for some reason, Zheng Qing always felt that this beautiful appearance was like a delicate handicraft that would break if touched even slightly.

"Mars?" The owner of the old house was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, pointed at the starry sky and replied: "No, that is not Mars. There are Mars, Yinghuo, and Mars in the dreamland starry sky. They look similar, but they are not the same star."

"Compared with the lonely real world, the starry sky in the dreamland is much more lively."

"This is a world of fantasy and dreams, so in this world, the power of consciousness and thoughts is particularly great. Many miracles that cannot be accomplished by magic can be accomplished with thoughts - such as hope, health, and immortality."

"It is precisely because the power of fantasy is too strong that the starry sky in different impressions of human beings in reality will appear in the sky of fantasy and dreamland at the same time. Everyone has their own starry sky in the heart of their hearts, and everyone's starry sky will be in the sky of fantasy and dreamland. Leave a shadow."

"Some shadows are very light, and even the greatest wizard can hardly see its appearance; some shadows are very thick, as if they have turned into real stars...Those shadows are thick, and they are the result of the overlapping of many shadows."

"The more consensus there is, the clearer and brighter the stars will be."

"The clearer the consensus, the more consistent the conclusion of mysticism will be reflected... As I mentioned before, in this world, the power of consciousness is very powerful, and mysticism is the richest crystallization of the stream of consciousness."

The harmonies of different shades echoed throughout the small courtyard. Zheng Qing listened intoxicatedly. He felt that he had never been so close to the reality of the dream. Every moment, even every second, he could learn from the words of the owner of the house. Gained countless valuable knowledge.

He had read in the past that when the great wizards of ancient times preached, the sky would be filled with flowers and golden lotuses would appear on the ground. He had never understood what kind of state that was. But at this moment, he seemed to have caught a bit of that state.

It’s the feeling of countless knowledge flooding into your mind, making you dazzled.

It was the crazy squirming of the stomach that had been hungry for a long time after seeing a table full of exquisite dishes.

Squirming?

When this word came to mind, Zheng Qing felt as if he could see some wriggling shadows in the corner of his eye, right at the brightest edge of the starlight. He subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun and fired at the brilliant starry sky.

boom!

The light green talisman bullet rushed out of the gun muzzle and disappeared into the starlight like a breeze. Zheng Qing regretted the moment he fired the shot, fearing that he had offended the old owner of the house.

But the second moment after shooting, he felt huge joy and fear.

Because after the gunshot, everything in sight began to shatter, like a broken mirror. What disappeared from Zheng Qing's sight was not only the brilliant starry sky, but also the beautiful and quiet courtyard under the starry sky, the dark-skinned servants in the courtyard, and the tall old owner of the house in front of the servants.

boom!

The dull sound of gunfire echoed in everyone's hearts, waking up the intoxicated guests.

Zheng Qing opened his eyes and saw the dilapidated courtyard mentioned by Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, the small vegetable garden full of weeds, the wide stone gaps on the wall and the wisteria climbing along the stone gaps. He and Wild Rose also saw the desolate well and the wooden barrel dumped beside the well.

The barrel was still wet, maybe it was wet from the night dew.