Monster Hunting High School

The most lacking thing in the underworld is light.

The most dangerous thing is light.

The bottomless abyss, with cold winds always swirling at the entrance and exit; the magma that can burn everything, the ground will crack and steam will emit before it erupts; and the prisoners who plunder each other's flesh and blood meet unexpectedly in the darkness. Danger is also opportunity.

Only light, when it blooms in darkness, brings the deepest death.

Of course, with the outbreak of the war between wizards and demons, thunder suddenly raging in the night, and the white rainbow sliding across the sky, and the Black Prison Castle becoming a bright pearl, light no longer seems to be the most important thing in the Black Prison. Danger exists.

But the threat from light has not decreased because there is more light.

On the contrary, because there are more light sources, many dangerous light sources are confused, making this threat more elusive.

Perhaps because they were under the light most of the time after entering the Black Prison, Zheng Qing and others did not fully understand the dangers native to the Black Prison. Therefore, when a group of people passed by a dead forest, they saw a few pieces of moss on the "嘒比小星" After the charming fluorescence flashed under the screen, the first reaction of several young wizards was surprise, rather than vigilance.

"There are actually plants in the black prison." Zheng Qing picked up a dead branch used to explore the path and poked a piece of moss at the foot of the tree, with emotion on his face: "There are snow lotuses on the top of the mountains, and there are flowers of the other shore at the bottom of the abyss. In desperate situations, The most stubborn brilliance of life can always be forced out, and the world of Hell is no exception."

The black cat looked at the young public-funded student with an expression as if he had eaten shit.

It never felt that it still had the gift of a poet.

Jiang Yu bent down, put on silkworm leather gloves, skillfully took out a silver knife, tweezers, glass slides, and a box with fine runes on the seal from his bag, and collected some moss specimens.

"I am sure that there has never been a paper published on the native plants of Hell in the school's database." The witch straightened up and waved her fist energetically: "This will definitely help me get full marks for the practical part next semester!"

The black cat knocked the box out of the witch's hand with a paw, and spat on her hand: "The premise is that you can survive until the next semester... Has no one emphasized to you the dangers of the black prison? In the black prison Plants, especially luminous plants, represent not life, but plague and death.”

The witch was just happy to see Hunting Heart for a moment, and was not dazzled by the practical scores for the next semester. After the black cat knocked the tool in her hand, she reacted immediately.

He took off his silk-skin gloves, wiped his hands with the black cat's saliva, and then quickly took out a bottle of Lourdes holy water to purify the negative effects on his body, and a demulcent containing moonstone powder and hellebore pulp to reduce the erosion of black magic. Then I applied some snake oil to my hands. This ancient magic potion has a panacea effect in detoxifying and dispelling evil spirits. It is safest to use snake oil when the wizard cannot accurately identify the poison.

Zheng Qing also hurriedly took out a few talismans for dispelling evil and poison from the gray cloth bag, burned the talisman water, and asked the witch to take it orally.

During the whole process, the black cat watched coldly and taunted the two of them from time to time; the earrings and the nose ring squatted aside, holding the totem stick in their hands to guard; Zhu Si lay on the left side of the double-headed Minotaur's head On the table, holding a quill pen, he was writing and drawing on the corner of the plate, looking extremely serious.

It wasn't until everything was settled that the wizard woke up to the need to take responsibility.

"Where is old Thor?" He looked around angrily, looking for the figure of the old lich who was leading the way: "It should have warned us in advance... where is he?"

As far as the eye can see, there is silence all around. Except for the twisted, dry dead trees, there are only pieces of jagged and strange rocks, standing quietly under the faint starlight, silently looking at these uninvited guests.

The old lich disappeared.

The black cat snorted softly.

"Obviously, our guide has other plans." It squatted at the bifurcation of the Minotaur's heads, overlooking the two young wizards who were looking at each other, and its tone was full of ridicule:

"If you treat this journey in the Black Prison as an outing or outing, you don't need a guide at all; if you treat this journey as an adventure, then you should be alert enough to temporary guides... School practical classes Didn’t I teach you this common sense?”

Zheng Qing felt the long-lost heat on his face.

Fortunately, the light in the dark prison was dim, so others might not notice his blush.

"Let's get out of here first." He muttered, gesturing for Earring and Nose Ring to stand up. At the same time, he took the rune gun and walked out of the dead forest.

Jiang Yu opened the Dharma book and followed closely.

The two-headed Minotaur walked at the end of the formation, its heavy breathing and heavy footsteps very good to relieve the tension of the two young wizards.

Half an hour later, Zheng Qing stopped and the safety on the rune gun in his hand was turned on. Jiang Yu stood beside him, and a faint shimmer appeared on the Dharma book, making her face look paler.

The Minotaur was still following the two of them silently, but the black cat that was lying between its two heads had disappeared.

"Make sure you're not lost." Zheng Qing asked in a low voice, paying careful attention to the movements around him.

Jiang Yu nodded slightly and flicked his fingertips between the pages of the book: "'Ding Zhi Fang Zhong' shows that we have been moving in a fixed direction... and we all wore the leaves of the myrtle tree and did not fall into an illusion."

Zheng Qing glanced at the magic leaf tied with a red string on his wrist, feeling increasingly uneasy. He did not lose his way or fell into a fantasy, but the group walked in this small dead wood forest for more than half an hour, but still did not go out, and several places they passed gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, as if Have been here before.

"Where did that black cat die?" The wizard stopped and looked around, with a bit of anxiety in his voice.

More than ten minutes ago, the black cat jumped off the Minotaur's head and said that he seemed to have seen the shadow of the old lich. He went to catch it and let the two young wizards go first. It would return in a moment.

Unexpectedly, he never came back.

"It's only been ten minutes, don't be anxious." Jiang Yu grabbed the wizard's arm, squeezed it hard, and whispered.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and suppressed the uneasiness that was constantly rising in his heart.

"Have you noticed that the surroundings are a bit too quiet?" He turned his head to Jiang Yu's side and moved his lips slightly. Although his voice was very low, it sounded extremely clear in this dry forest: "It seems that even the wind is subconsciously avoiding it. Open here.”

The witch nodded silently, but suddenly remembered something, and grabbed the wizard's arm: "Wind? Unless magic passes through, there should be no wind in the dark prison... Why do you think of the wind?"

Zheng Qing suddenly came back to his senses: "Can this area amplify the negative emotions in our hearts and disrupt our thoughts?"