Monster Hunting High School

North Port of Beta Town.

A long and narrow old street outside the forest goods market.

This is one of the oldest streets in the North District. The bluestone paved on the street has turned black and is covered with many large and small potholes. Slippery green moss crawls between the stone gaps.

On the inner side of the street are street-facing shops of varying heights. Due to the invasion of moisture, many wall coverings have long since peeled off, revealing pale mortar. On the outside of the street is a row of low guardrails, and under the railings is a flood control dam. The silent river flows quietly under the dam, like a piece of green glass.

In the early morning, there were few pedestrians on the old street. Because it was close to the water, the street was still filled with a light mist, making it look increasingly empty and lonely. Except for the patrolling wizards, all the guests came and went in a hurry.

But in this loneliness and rush, there was a young woman pushing a stroller slowly forward.

The young woman was about 20 years old, with dark hair on her temples, fair skin, wearing wooden clogs, and wearing a large black fur sleeves - this was very strange, because in the North District, it was rare to see such an elegantly dressed witch walking around. Such a shabby old street.

The small wheels of the stroller rolled over the small stone pits, making a clicking sound, accompanied by the creaking of the witch's clogs, which could be heard far away in the morning mist.

Turning the corner, a hungover drunkard staggered out of the morning mist holding a bottle of Kraken Rum.

He hummed a chaotic ballad that no one could understand. He would raise his neck from time to time and take a few sips of spicy wine. Then, with his eyes red from the carnival and the wine, he stared at the place where no one paid any attention to him. world.

Click, click, click.

The drunkard heard a strange sound, and he looked around. Out of the mist came the elegant young witch pushing a stroller, slowly walking towards him.

He shook his head and took a deep breath.

He seemed to smell a hint of fragrant fragrance, which reminded him instantly of the girl who went into the woods with him more than ten years ago. He remembered her smoothness, her warmth, and the nervous trembling of the two of them.

Another mouthful of Siren Rum fell into his stomach, and the liquid entered his mouth, flushing his face, burning his esophagus, warming his stomach, and then continued all the way down, making his lower abdomen hot.

Snapped!

The wine bottle was smashed onto the stone pavement by him, causing a piece of fine glass shards to splash. The drunkard stretched out his hand and stopped in front of the stroller, preventing the black fusode from moving forward.

"Beauty, hiccup, accompany your brother and drink, hiccup!"

He spoke loudly and yelled, and his voice echoed far in the empty streets: "Brother, Hiccup, you will be a wizard soon! Hiccup!"

As he spoke, he patted the cloth pocket with several frogs on his waist like a showoff - this is almost a standard equipment for people in the North District. Regardless of whether they have been admitted to the Gini Hut or not, every North District person will prepare such a bag. pocket, and then stuff a few frogs into the bag.

After all, you still have to have dreams, just in case they come true.

The witch was frightened. She grabbed the armrest of the stroller and subconsciously took a step back. At the same time, she called out softly and looked around, as if expecting a passerby to help.

Her cry was like a frightened kitten. This thought came to the drunkard's mind inexplicably, and he felt the rum he had taken before was getting hotter in his stomach.

He followed the witch's gaze and looked around fiercely.

There were not many pedestrians in the morning mist, but there was a thin figure covered in a black robe not far away. He was looking here curiously. After noticing the ferocious gaze of the drunkard, he seemed to be afraid and shrank back. After returning to the corner, there was no trace of him.

The drunkard feels better and better.

"Don't be afraid!" he shouted, pulling the stroller closer to him, and at the same time reaching out to try to grab the witch's wrist: "Just have a little drink... let's go together, let's go together, burp!"

The witch whispered something, but because the voice was too low, the drunkard didn't hear it clearly. And she kept her head down, looking at the baby in the stroller, making her face unclear.

"What did you say?" The drunkard leaned forward and tilted his head, trying to see the witch's face clearly.

The witch timidly shrank back, revealing her soft face, willow eyebrows and moon eyes, white teeth and red lips, and her voice was sweet and pleasant:

"Do you want to be his dad?"

This time, the drunkard finally heard what the witch said clearly, and he was overjoyed: "I think so! Yes! If you don't mind, I will be his father from now on!"

There was a hint of surprise in the witch's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to grab the drunkard's arm, her voice a little urgent: "Since he is also your child, you should give him a hug and a kiss."

The drunkard opened his mouth in confusion, feeling that something was wrong.

But the beauty's request could not be refused. He bent down obediently, put his head into the stroller, and planned to smear some saliva on the child's face.

The swaddling clothes were tightly wrapped, only a pair of small dark eyes were exposed.

"I can't kiss you." The drunkard muttered, "His face is too small."

"Untie the rope and you can kiss him." The witch's sweet voice sounded behind him.

The rope on the swaddling clothes was untied, revealing the baby's chubby cheeks and small mouth. Even a drunkard with malicious intentions couldn't help but open his mouth and smile after seeing this angelic little guy.

"It's so beautiful," he admired.

"It stinks," the child muttered, stretched out his fleshy little hand from under the swaddling clothes, stretched it out to the drunkard, and complained at the same time: "This is junk food, right... Will eating it cause diarrhea?"

Compared with that angelic and beautiful face, his voice seemed hoarse and low, like a zombie that had just crawled out of the coffin.

Then, in the drunkard's horrified eyes, the little hands stretched out from under the swaddling clothes became longer and longer, and the skin on the little hands also changed from tender and smooth at the fingertips, to plump on the back of the hands, to firm and tight skin on the wrists, and then to the thinness of the arms. , until the skinny anti-joints and fine white bristles are exposed.

And as the little hands opened wider and wider, the other legs that were originally hidden under the swaddling clothes slowly came out and spread, hugging the drunkard's back and pulling him towards the car.

At the same time, the little guy also opened his mouth. His chubby cheeks were pulled and tightened by his jaw. His small mouth opened to an incredible angle and continued to open, even bigger than his head.

The drunkard could see the fangs filling the big mouth, as well as the traces of flesh remaining between the recurved fangs.

"Help...help!!!"

He finally woke up to the monster he had encountered, screaming and struggling, trying to escape from the stroller.

But then there was a light movement under his feet, and a pair of catkins hugged his legs and stuffed him into the stroller. The drunkard could only press his hands against the railing of the car while continuing to shout for help.

"There's no one around," the beautiful woman's voice came from behind him, looking a little impatient: "The only passerby just now was scared away by you... Don't struggle too hard, the blood will get into the meat, and the taste will be too fishy... …ah!"

The beauty let out a scream.