Monster Hunting High School

"Mars!"

Hoarse mixed harmonies vaguely echoed in the ears. Zheng Qing was standing alone in the yard holding a talisman gun. The hunter and the captives were all lying in the mud, with their eyes closed. Maodou's figure suddenly entered the void. Suddenly it came out, meowing restlessly.

The wizard raised his head and looked towards the front door of the house.

The door was half open, revealing a vague face - Zheng Qing found it difficult to describe the specific appearance of that face. It had the flat features of a human face, and also had eyes, nose, mouth and other parts, but its eyes were pitch black. , the tip of the nose hangs precariously under the bridge of the nose like melted wax oil.

As for the mouth, its mouth is surrounded by a circle of tiny tentacles that stretch and contract indefinitely, like an enlarged version of a snail's tentacles or a weakened version of an octopus's tentacles. Those tentacles rubbed against each other, emitting the hoarse mixture that Zheng Qing heard. The harmonies, the repeated incomprehensible phrases, have some characteristics of prayers or incantations.

Zheng Qing was not sure whether those tentacles belonged to beards or mouthparts.

Because when he opened his eyes and got rid of the illusion, a tentacle was slowly approaching him, only less than five centimeters away from his cheek.

Perhaps it was the wizard's action of opening his eyes that caused the tentacle to be frightened, and it instantly bounced back, clustering around the mouth of the blurry face behind the door again, stretching and contracting erratically.

"Let him go."

The young public-funded student held the talisman gun in his hand, pointed steadily at the blurry face behind the door, and gave a brief warning: "I'll give you three seconds to think about it...you know the power of this gun."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the sky.

A huge 'white hole' opened up in the night above his head with his subconscious shot - it was like someone poked a small hole in the black curtain with an awl. The edge of the small hole was surrounded by a golden halo, and there was flow in the hole. The dazzling white light - the dark, thick clouds rolled around the edge of the white hole, rushed into the depths of the white hole, and were swallowed up by those dazzling rays of light.

But compared to the night of the entire world, that 'white hole' is really insignificant. Black shadows squeezed the edge of the white hole from all directions, and the golden halo was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it was convincing enough.

Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze and focused his gaze on the owner of the house again: "Three, two..."

"Uh-huh!"

Seven or eight slender tentacles were withdrawn from the young wizards and banshees, and the hoarse mixed harmony said in an urgent but still somewhat reserved voice: "Relax, young man, relax... It’s just a little joke to help you improve your resistance to nightmares... The guests of Elder Attar of Usa City are also the eternal guests of Engla Mansion. Hey, I’m still making mushroom soup for you.”

As he said that, several tentacles holding a pitch-black crucible stretched out from the crack in the door. A ball of orange-red flame floated under the crucible. Steam was rising in the crucible, and several plump mushrooms were rising and falling in the clear soup.

Zheng Qing had no doubt that the crucible was prepared for them - the difference was that if they continued to fall into the illusion, they might be thrown into the pot and stewed into broth.

He resisted the urge to blast the cauldron with one shot and glanced sideways at his companions.

As those tentacles left, the young wizards lying on the ground slowly started to move. Jiang Yu frowned and moaned lowly; Zhu Si curled up in the witch's arms, shivering; Zhang Jixin had a look on his face. There was a layer of red light; Fatty Xin's size suddenly grew larger and smaller, as if he had lost control in a short time; and Xiao Xiao, as soon as those tentacles retreated, they were covered by a layer of golden translucent turtle shell.

As for the two banshees, they were obviously more resistant to nightmares and illusions. While the young wizards were recovering, Nikita and Zhu Zhu opened their scarlet eyes and sat up.

Zheng Qing, the owner of the old house, had heard the words in his fantasy before. Hearing them again now, he felt a bit ironic: "...So, the way you entertain your distinguished guests is to stun them and then make them into broth or experimental materials. ?"

"This is completely a misunderstanding." The blurry face shook slightly, as if he wanted to shake his head: "I am just a mortal who is devoted to the path of magic. I like to happily discuss the true meaning of magic with like-minded friends... Of course , sometimes you can’t keep up with my experimental ideas, and you may think that I treat them as test subjects. This is completely an illusion... As for the broth, I am not a monster, I will not eat people, and naturally I will not treat you. Make a broth.”

After saying that, it looked at Nikita seriously and reminded: "...The little girl next to you is a pure-blooded lich. It should not mind eating a few young wizards for a tooth sacrifice."

Nikita narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous light radiating from the depths of his scarlet eyes.

"This is really interesting." The banshee licked her lips, with a charming smile on her face: "I have indeed eaten a lot of wizards, but I have never eaten a black-hearted wizard... Maybe you will satisfy my little taste. A small wish.”

"Quiet!" Zheng Qing shook the talisman gun in his hand impatiently, signaling the two evil guys to be more honest, then turned his face sideways and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Are you awake?"

Because of his high mental resistance, the little wizard under the turtle shell was the first to wake up.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, holding the turtle shell in his arms, with an open Dharma book floating in front of him. Several apricot-yellow talismans were surrounding the surroundings like windmills, floating slowly, exuding a light cyan color. halo.

Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and looked at the surrounding environment carefully. After a moment, he said, "Are we under an illusion?"

"I'm not sure if it's safe now." Zheng Qing didn't know when everyone was hit by the illusion, so he was very cautious when facing the situation at hand: "I suggest you wake up everyone else first, and then make an example. Perform testing.”

The hunting team has its own set of standard procedures for how to deal with illusions.

"You are safe!" The blurry face behind the door shouted in hoarse and mixed harmony: "There is no illusion! There is no danger...it was just a misunderstanding before!"

Zheng Qing refused to believe a word of this strange existence.

"Who is this?" Xiao Xiao directed several 'Pure Heart Talisman' and 'Illusion-Breaking Talisman' to float towards his companions, while looking at the blurry face behind the door, frowning slightly.

Zheng Qing was also a little curious about this question, and he looked over inquiringly.

"Sorry, it's our first meeting... I am Engla, the first and last owner of this old house." The tentacles around the mouth of the face in the door rubbed each other, and at the same time, he raised the mouth still on the steps. The steaming crucible asked kindly: "The mushroom soup is almost ready... Do you want to add some more mushrooms to you?"