Monster Hunting High School

Even a primary school student knows not to eat food given by strangers.

Not to mention a group of college students, and they also know that the other party is a dangerous dark wizard. Zheng Qing couldn't understand why the strange being named Engla behind the door was still trying to sell his mushroom soup to them.

Just like he couldn't understand why Engla had only one head exposed outside the door from beginning to end and refused to go out.

But as a student of the First University and a wizard, he could not refuse the invitation of the old house owner hysterically, so the wizard politely refused: "Thank you, we are not hungry... nor thirsty."

"Atal likes my mushroom soup very much." The blurry face continued to murmur in its weird voice, but it did not force the young wizards to drink its mushroom soup, and took care of the mouthful of it on its own. The small flame under the crucible stared at the bubbling soup in the pot, and pieces of white and plump mushrooms were floating in the soup.

While talking, the other hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team had also gotten rid of the illusion.

Xiao Xiao lit a small pile of beech leaves. The smoke emitted when this magical plant burned also had an illusion-breaking effect. Compared with wearing it on the body, the effect was stronger, but the durability was slightly less. But right now, the young hunters who forgive sins need its strong effects more than its durability.

Fatty Xin had already opened a row of glass bottles and was mixing potions. Just like Xiao Xiao, who is also an auxiliary hunter, and a part-time fortune teller, Fatty is also a pharmacist who forgives sins. His light blue skin complements the magic potions of different colors in the glass bottles, and the sound coming from behind the door not far away complements each other. The low-pitched murmur made the surrounding atmosphere even weirder.

Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and stood beside Zheng Qing, paying careful attention to the two banshees, one big and one small, as well as the vague owner of the old house. From time to time, he tightened the gloves on his hands and cracked his knuckles. .

Unlike the wizards who were performing their respective duties, Jiang Yu was comforting Zhu Si in a low voice.

Perhaps because of living in the mirror world for a long time, the effect of illusion on the little witch was stronger than that of other people. Zheng Qing didn't know what she saw or encountered in the illusion, but just looking at her still shivering after waking up, I knew that was definitely not a good thing.

Jiang Yu has exhausted all kinds of spells and potions to break the illusion. It is certain that the illusion in Zhu Si has been expelled. Her current state is more of a sign of mental trauma.

For first-year wizards, soothing a wounded spirit is an out-of-class subject.

In addition to activating the talisman on his body, Jiang Yu could not think of any other way for a while.

However, Nikita watched for a moment and gave a valuable suggestion: "Encountering a bad illusion in the dreamland is equivalent to having a nightmare... You can try to deal with the situation in front of you the same way you deal with nightmares."

"Nightmare?" Zheng Qing was very sensitive to this word.

"Nightmare!" Jiang Yu looked a little stunned at the same time. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took out a small rag doll as big as a palm from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhu Si's palm.

It was a beautiful rag doll with golden curly hair and big round eyes, wearing a fluffy black lace princess dress. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with golden runes the size of rice grains. Even at night, those runes It is also circulating moment by moment, emitting a soothing light golden halo.

"What is this?" Zhu Si grabbed the little doll and asked curiously.

Her body was no longer shaking so much, and she tried to keep her tone calm when she spoke, trying to act normal. But as long as anyone sees her pale face and notices the flash of fear in her eyes, they can know that this little girl is just trying to be strong.

This only made people more worried about her.

Jiang Yu helped her trim her hair soothingly, and replied softly: "This is a nightmare doll, which I sewed myself. Before going to bed, just hold it in the palm of your hand, and it will help you eat your nightmares and make you happy." Sleep peacefully until dawn... holding her in your arms can make you happy even when you are not sleeping. "

Although Zhu Si has been in the mirror world for a long time, in the final analysis, his mental age is only eight or nine years old, and he still likes rag dolls. Therefore, facing Jiang Yu's gift, she had no resistance at all.

"It's so beautiful." The little witch held the doll and couldn't put it down. She turned it over and over, and soon noticed a little detail: "...but why is there a letter Z on its chest? Is this a rune?"

"That's the abbreviation of 'block', which means to stop nightmares." Jiang Yu replied calmly.

The little witch turned over the doll, revealing its back, and continued to ask curiously: "...Then why is there a 'Q' on the back?"

Jiang Yu rarely showed a trace of panic on her face. She coughed softly and then slowly explained: "Q is the abbreviation of 'queen'. It is said that the earliest nightmare doll was sewn by the nightmare queen herself..."

"That's amazing," Zhu Si was filled with admiration and bowed respectfully to Jiang Yu: "Thank you, sister..."

Xiao Xiao gave Zheng Qing an expressionless middle finger, while Fatty Xin winked and had a mean smile on his face.

Only Zhang Jixin, who had always been slow in this regard, shouted happily as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, these two letters match brother Qing... ZQ, Zheng Qing!"

Zheng Qing felt that his current expression could pass him off as Zhang Jixin's brother.

When he first entered school, he was once troubled by nightmares. Jiang Yu, who accompanied him to Dr. Duzem's laboratory, naturally knew about this.

But later on, he learned transfiguration surgery from Professor Li, and nightmares no longer bothered Zheng Qing for a long time.

"We want to go to the top of the mountain." Compared with facing the teasing looks of his companions, the wizard found himself more courageous to face the vague and strange face behind the door: "...Elder Atal said you know the way, please ask us How can I get to the top of the mountain?”

The dark cauldron made a gurgling sound under the lick of flames.

Wisps of pearl-colored mist slowly floated up amidst the gurgling sound and dissipated into the night.

The white and plump mushroom slices rise and fall in the soup, like cunning little fish.

The owner of the house, the dark wizard Engla, raised his blurred face, opened his dark eyes, and stared at the wizard with blood-red pupils. After a long while, he whispered softly: "...Mushroom soup It’s really delicious, Atal’s favorite drink back then.”

"We don't want to drink mushroom soup." Zheng Qing forcefully refused another invitation from the owner of the old house. He was pleased to find that his companions' attention had been diverted from the rag doll, so he demanded in a more direct manner. : "We just want to go up the mountain...Elder Attar said, you know the way."