Monster Hunting High School

The yellow croaker was squatting on the window sill, holding a small yellow croaker under its paws.

The fish skin was fried to a crispy golden color, and the burnt aroma was overflowing. The last ray of life had long been drained away, leaving only the pale fish eyes, staring blankly at the gray sky, with a strange light occasionally flashing in the eyes. .

It's just that the civet's attention is not on this small dried fish.

It was squinting, sizing up the black-robed wizards who hurriedly passed by the window of Sanyou Study House. Occasionally, its eyes would pass over the high walls and land on other corners of the town.

Mr. Wu was lying on the rocking chair, holding an ancient book without a cover in his arms. The black-rimmed round glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, but it did not affect him from continuing to take a nap.

Next to the rocking chair.

The fire in the small tea stove has been burning all night, and a thick layer of white embers has piled up in the furnace. Only a few pieces of dark red charcoal are left, flickering feebly among the white embers, swallowing their few passions.

Woohoo!

The small red clay teapot shouted twice at the top of its lungs, indicating that the tea in its belly was boiling again.

Its cry woke up the sleeping bookstore owner, but the tabby cat on the window sill was indifferent to it - of course, it was not completely unresponsive. After hearing the scream of the teapot, the tabby cat shook its ears twice and curled up. He lifted up the soft hairs in his ears to block the noise - Mr. Wu held up his slipped glasses, yawned and stretched.

"what time is it?"

He touched the small red clay teapot and felt the temperature of the body. The teapot snored comfortably in his hand, purring like a cat basking in the afternoon sun.

The yellow raccoon swung its tail and ignored the bookstore owner's question.

"No need to stare." Mr. Wu picked up the teapot, took a sip of tea, and glanced at the tabby cat helplessly: "With this little time, you might as well go snore for a while."

"You really don't care about anything?" Huang Huali finally looked away from the window and looked at the owner of the bookstore: "I must remind you that there is already a mess outside... Every second, there are more than a dozen kinds of futures. Possibility. Just now, I saw the black goat running upstream along the Silent River, and according to previous observations, it should have returned to the Silent Forest."

Mr. Wu put down the small red clay teapot, leaned back, and fell back comfortably on the recliner.

"The future should have infinite possibilities." He half-squinted his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face: "If everything was so certain, this world would be too boring."

"The price for making you 'feel interesting' is that this town, this school, this island, and even this world will fall into unknown risks." The whiskers at the corners of the yellow lily's mouth turned up, and the cat's face showed a serious expression:

"You are not a cat, and you should not be as willful as us...bring that child back, his existence has become the biggest variable."

"Unknown and certain, chaos and order, are like two yin and yang fish biting each other's tails," Mr. Wu murmured, his voice getting softer and softer, gradually becoming inaudible: "This world does not have such an absolute future... …”

The yellow-breasted civet sighed deeply and looked down at the dried fish under its paws.

For the first time, it felt that the dried fish had no taste at all.

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A large translucent light blue fish stopped in a secluded bend of the Silent River.

The fish's body was covered with complex white runes, which shimmered with charming colors in the morning light. The two fins on its abdomen trembled slightly from time to time, creating beautiful ripples under the big fish's body, conveying bursts of photography. Human magic fluctuates.

"Why did you stop?" A wizard's voice suddenly came from the fish's belly. Perhaps because it was in the fish's belly, the voice seemed a bit dull.

"Ahead is the First University Guardian Array," another little girl's voice answered, seeming a little unsure: "Are we still going to follow? Will we be caught and beaten to death by the school's old guards..."

The third wizard's voice sounded in the fish's belly, seeming a little anxious: "Is now the time to care about those old men? They are all in the dark prison, and we are working for them!"

Zhang Boren's head came out from where the big fish's left eye was.

Ishikawa emerged from the position of Big Fish's right eye.

"How is it?" The captain of the Kunpeng hunting team looked at the pale golden barrier a few meters away, as thin as morning mist, frowned, and turned to look at his hunter.

Ishikawa Ukyo's hand was held flat in front of his eyes, and the emerald green paper crane flew happily over his palm, leaving a string of light green symbols.

"It has already entered." The swordsman replied briefly: "It passed through a gap in the barrier at the bottom of the river."

"Is there a gap in the school's protective circle?" Even though he saw it with his own eyes, the hunting team leader still felt a little unbelievable: "It's like a ghost!"

"The guardian array is designed to prevent ghosts." The hunter of the hunting team retorted seriously: "Even ghosts cannot pass through this barrier silently."

"The strongest fortresses are often lost from inside the fortress." From the belly of the big blue fish, the voice of the hunting team's fortune teller came: "The crystal ball told me that there are fishmen, alphas, rats and some lunar creatures in this gap. The breath of the clan.”

"It should be the black market channel of the Blood Club." The dwarf Balin immediately gave his guess: "When they were in school, they could always get all kinds of rare goods from the outside. Everyone knows that they have their own secret channels."

Zhang Boren sighed heavily: "It's so heartbreaking."

He stared at the ripples under the big fish, paused for a moment, and looked at the safari again: "Where does this branch go?"

Ishikawa moved his fingers slightly, and the emerald green paper crane flapped its wings again.

"Linzhong Lake." The safari confirmed.

"What time is it now?" Zhang Boren lowered his head and asked.

"Ten minutes to seven o'clock." The fortune teller's voice came from the fish's belly: "Today is Saturday, and few students will be stranded near the lake at this time."

"If we continue to hunt, we can stop the sheep before it jumps out of the lake bottom." The hunting team member also gave his own opinion: "But we must consider the fishman tribe... they may come looking for us while we are hunting. trouble."

The slightly irritable voice of the dwarf came from the belly of the fish: "We have even broken through the school's barrier, do we still care about the opinions of those stinky guys?"

"Indeed," Zhang Boren looked at Ishikawa, then shook his head, looked at the pale golden barrier, licked his lips, and showed a smile in his eyes: "We don't have much time left... I think, Those old men in the dark prison should be able to understand our choice."

After a moment, the big blue fish flicked its tail and sank lightly into the gurgling silent river.