Monster Hunting High School

Small talk is just small talk after all.

The fat man didn't realize that his casual words put only a thin layer of silkworm paper between him and the truth. Just like most of the mistakes in the world, in the final analysis, it is not that the distance between yin and yang is so far, but that the fate between the two is shallow and the time has not come yet.

After a short rest, the six members of the Forgiveness Hunting Team stood in front of the tent door again.

But this time, everyone no longer just relies on the Dharma books in their hands. Everyone held a few talismans with flawless talismans and fine feet in their hands; they also had a few bottles of potions in their pockets to replenish magic power and heal wounds; and Xiao Xiao also had a few clean and beautiful shoulder blades in his arms. It's perfect for roasting and divination.

Zhang Jixin is still in the lead, Jiang Yu and Li Meng are in the middle, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao are on the wings, and Fatty Xin is at the back.

But just like in most cases, when we are unprepared, risks always come inadvertently; and when we are fully prepared and ready, the risks hanging over our heads will disappear without a trace.

When Zheng Qing followed Zhang Jixin and walked into the tent safely, this was the thought that was swirling in his mind.

The tent is huge.

Very quiet too.

Except for the slight ticking of the clock, there was no noise. Zheng Qing felt that he could almost hear the breathing of his companion next to him.

Not far after entering the door, there is a short step downwards, less than ten steps, covered with soft Persian carpets, echoing the large thangkas hanging on the walls around the tent. The magnificence and grandeur are mixed with difficulty. The eerie atmosphere of the metaphor.

Old man Verne stood at the foot of the steps with his hands folded.

"Is there no test to enter?" the red-faced wizard asked directly.

He cautiously looked at the strange magic weapons placed on the left and right shelves, but his eyes were constantly attracted to the skulls of some strange magical creatures further away.

"When you are fully prepared, there is no test."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it sounded particularly clear in this quiet tent: "Just like the cat in the box, it can be dead or alive before the lid is opened..."

Old-school wizards like to play with these frivolous things.

"...This way," the old-school wizard did not hear the young public-funded students' slander, but continued to do his work conscientiously. He gestured to several young people to follow:

"I'll show you around first... If nothing else happens, this will be your rest base for the next week, commonly known as the 'lair'."

Lao nest is a good word, it always makes people feel warm and comfortable.

An unknown emotion flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and he looked at the space in the tent that could almost accommodate a basketball court, and then compared it with the size of the tent that was less than a hundred steps outside.

"Wow, this place is really big."

The young public-funded student followed the gray-robed wizard step by step, and finally sighed: "It doesn't look that big from the outside...Did it use space magic?"

"Maybe." The old wizard squinted his eyes, as if he was lost in memories for a moment: "It's just an old object. There was no such thing as space magic before... Don't touch the magic weapons on the shelf. No one knows what's inside. Curse, if you don’t want to die tragically, you’d better have enough respect for the unknown.”

Regarding this slightly understated warning, Li Meng, who was as bold as he was, listened to it honestly, followed the old man with his hands up, not even daring to look twice.

Zheng Qing, on the other hand, had not received traditional wizard education and had insufficient awareness of the risks involved. Instead, he paid attention to the strange magical weapons on the shelves on both sides and began to wonder if there might be any hidden tasks or rewards among them.

Isn’t this the same routine in storybooks?

The leader of the hunting team was distracted, so the fortune teller had no choice but to take over the old man's words and continue to ask: "...How big is the area of ​​this tent?"

"I also want to know."

The old man pointed to a ruler hanging on the wall: "You can take the time to measure it yourself. I will measure it when I have time, but I am always not sure. Sometimes it is just a few square meters in the hall, and sometimes it is not. There will be a few more rooms. God knows if the wizard who made this tent had any misunderstandings about magic."

"Sounds a bit too magical." Zheng Qing came back to his senses and couldn't help but smile.

"Exactly. Excessive magic will always lead to chaos. To varying degrees and in all senses." As he spoke, the gray-robed wizard forcefully opened a wooden door at the end of the tent, revealing a long, dark corridor. Small doors of different sizes and shapes are staggered on both sides.

"Is this our dormitory inside?"

"The atmosphere doesn't look good...Does the room have a window? I hope to have a sea view room."

"Are you here for vacation?"

Several young wizards in the Forgiveness Hunting Team stretched their necks and started talking at random.

"No, no," Old Man Verne blocked their sight, shook his index finger vigorously, and warned very seriously: "I just want to tell you in advance that there is nothing mysterious behind this door, but there are more doors. Behind it. So don't be driven by curiosity to take risks...if you are lucky enough to come back, you will find that all the points on your trial card have been deducted."

"Does that mean entry is prohibited here?" Zheng Qing suddenly understood.

The old man didn't answer. He just closed the wooden door tightly and found a piece of tattered yellow paper to stick to the crack of the door. It marked 'no entry' in eye-catching red letters.

This does put off some people's curiosity to a certain extent.

Zheng Qing glanced sideways at Fatty Xin and Li Meng, a little unsure of who was at risk in this team.

After that, the old man took the young wizards to look at their dining room and dormitory.

The so-called restaurant is a large table located at the edge of the main hall, which can provide free hot water and hummus. If you want to eat more sumptuously, you need to go out and make your own food.

The dormitory conditions were slightly better than Zheng Qing expected. There were two independent rooms. Although they were not spacious and had small windows, they were clean enough. One room belonged to four boys and the other belonged to two girls.

The old man did not give these young people more time to rest and took them back to the front hall.

On a wall not far from the dining table, a leather scroll that was originally tied with hemp rope and tied to the ceiling was pulled open. The leather scroll unfolded, revealing a map.

Comparing the rivers and mountains he saw in the sky, Zheng Qing could vaguely tell that this map should depict the environment around the camp.

If nothing unexpected happens, the little red triangle should be the location of this camp.

On the other side of the river is a large open space, a different color than the camp side, marked black. A series of curved and narrow white passages extended from the camp, running through the open space, like a spider web, dividing the black area into areas of different sizes.

"This is your next task."

The old man's skinny fingers pointed at the large and small black patches, and he glanced at the focused young wizards: "The white passage is safe...meaning you won't die accidentally while walking on it."

"And every black area is something we, and you, need to explore."