Monster Hunting High School

"Tum! Tum!"

"Receive blessings from heaven and protect your life!"

After Professor Charles raised his staff and said the last two sentences, dozens of drums surrounding the First Square rang twice. At the same time, the black-robed and gray-robed wizards standing behind the professor also raised their voices. Hold up the Dharma book or staff and recite the words of blessing:

"Receive blessings from heaven and protect your life!"

The golden cursed light accompanied by the sunlight fell from the sky, making it difficult for people to tell which ones were sunlight and which ones were cursed lights. But the excitement and courage that surged from the bottom of my heart were real.

Feeling this encouragement, the students of Jiuyou Academy all bowed their heads, the students of Alpha applauded in unison, the blue robes of Starry Sky Academy stamped their feet crazily, and the monks of Atlas lowered their heads and prayed together with the professors on the stage.

When Zheng Qing lowered his head, he heard a classmate whispering not far away:

"So, what exactly is the trial meeting asking us to do?"

"It sounds similar to hunting..."

"I heard from my brother that their original trial was equivalent to surviving in the wild... At that time, they were thrown into the depths of the Silent Forest. The wood there seemed to be soaked in water, and even the Fire Spell couldn't ignite it, causing them to eat it. After eating raw food for a week, I was diagnosed with parasites at the school hospital.”

"It's so miserable... I don't know what our trials will be like after this restructuring."

"Don't worry, I brought fire oil this time, even water can ignite it!"

“Is kerosene considered contraband?”

"I checked with that big parrot, it doesn't count..."

Zheng Qing couldn't help but tilted his head, trying to see who was talking, but all he could see were wide robes with big sleeves, like swaying curtains on a clothes pole, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

In a blink of an eye, the head-offering ceremony was over, and the students stood up straight again. At the same time, all the black and gray robes in front of the stage raised their Dharma books again:

"Yingtian County Drum! Xiaoguan is ready!"

The cursed light circulated, outlining the shadows of musical instruments in mid-air. With a glance from the corner of his eye, Zheng Qing saw drums, reed pipes, chimes, copper pans, wooden flutes, long harps, golden bells, bamboo tubes, horns, trombones, etc. Ten kinds of musical instruments hang in the sky, a dazzling array that is overwhelming.

Before he could count how many musical instruments there were in the sky, he heard people singing in unison again:

"When you're ready, play!"

"The drums are played in Yuanyuan, and the drums are played simply and simply! The sound of the pipes is booming, and the sound of Mu Mu Jue is harmonious and peaceful. Follow the sound of my pan! The sound of 喤喤Jue sound, Su Yong's harmonious sound!"

Along with the sound of the incantation, many musical instruments played in unison, and the world was suddenly submerged in a confusing music.

Yes, dazed.

As the saying goes, "Five colors make people blind, and five tones make people deaf." Music that is too colorful and complicated makes people confused.

Zheng Qing could feel that the music sounded very nice, it seemed melodious and clear at the same time; it was a bit melodious, but neat and majestic; it was loud and high-pitched when he first heard it, but when he listened carefully, it sounded like a melodious sound - the timbre was so mixed but so beautiful. , so much so that Zheng Qing even felt that the sprouting seed deep in his soul seemed to be trembling slightly in the music.

Amidst the sound of music, the blessings of the black-robed and gray-robed people in front of the stage did not stop, but their voices became louder and louder:

"...Since ancient times, our ancestors have made great achievements!"

"Be gentle and respectful day and night, and be responsible as a deacon!"

"Gu Yuhao tastes it!"

"Ancestors listen!"

"Come and enjoy your vacation!"

"Blessings are boundless!"

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"Wake up, fat man, follow the team in front!" A slightly anxious voice suddenly sounded, which was particularly abrupt in the gorgeous music between heaven and earth. Immediately, Zheng Qing felt his robe sleeves being pulled hard:

"And you, keep up!"

Zheng Qing was not aware of it for a moment and almost staggered.

After coming back to his senses, he noticed that the students around him were forming neat lines and running towards the end of the square under the command of the teaching assistants.

Looking around, it looks like ants looking for food.

The person who pulled him was also an acquaintance, the teacher of the practical class of Astronomy Class 08-1, assistant teacher Hilda. It's just that unlike his usual dress, Assistant Hilda's face and robe today lacked a lot of copper nails, copper buttons, and rings, which made him look a little strange.

"Where are you going?" Zheng Qing followed the team for dozens of steps before asking in a daze.

No one answered his question.

No answer is needed either.

Because he followed the team to the end of the square, when he turned the corner, Zheng Qing saw rows of low doors. Seniors stood in front of the door, urging the sophomores who were lining up to enter in order. The number plates of different classes were hung on the lintel.

"Trial sign!" The old student at the door stopped the dizzy Zheng Qing, leaned into the boy's ear, and shouted in a loud voice: "No entry without a sign!"

Zheng Qing felt like he was really going deaf.

He fumbled in the gray cloth bag for a long time before he pulled out his own sign and handed it over.

A glimmer of light flashed, confirming the boy's identity.

"good luck."

The old student handed back the bronze medal, patted Zheng Qing's shoulder comfortingly, and signaled him to hurry in. Then he turned to another old student next to him and complained: "School is too stressful... I feel like I need to clean my ears after I go back. "

"Earn some credits for your hard work." Another voice replied, seeming to say something else. Zheng Qing didn't hear it clearly because he had already crossed the threshold with one foot, and the sound that reached his ears became sizzling. , like a broken radio.

The music echoing in the first square, the conversations of the old students, or the scolding of assistant teacher Hilda all became fragmented.

It wasn't until he stepped over the door frame and entered the narrow door that the noise that originally filled his ears dissipated. As if he had taken his first breath of air after drowning, or as if he had really woken up after a nightmare, Zheng Qing finally felt like he was alive again.

He had never realized that sound could be so torturous.

The boy put his hands on his knees and looked around.

Everyone, like him, was breathing heavily.

"Don't block the door, find a seat and sit down first!" Assistant teacher Hilda pushed the young public-funded student hard and shouted: "There are seat belts on the seats, fasten them tightly!"

Only then did Zheng Qing realize that they had arrived in a long, narrow and dimly lit room. For some unknown reason, there are many thick rope nets hanging on the left and right walls, like fishing nets; two rows of candles overhead hang from the ceiling, spitting out bright candlelight; there is a wide bench against the wall on both sides. It's a bit painful to sit on, and it feels cold to the touch, like metal; the air is filled with the smell of butter and rusty metal, making it hard to tell whether you're in a kitchen or an alchemy workshop.

Following the advice of the assistant coach, several hunters from the Forgiveness Hunting Team sat on the benches in order and fastened their seat belts. Fatty and Zhang Jixin sat on the outermost side, while Li Meng and Jiang Yu sat on the innermost side.