Monster Hunting High School

The puppet wears a black top hat, a pale face, narrow eyes, a straight black dress, shiny pointed leather shoes, and a slender civilized stick in his hand that spins like a windmill.

This look was very familiar to Zheng Qing.

This guy hosted the freshman game of the school hunting club last year. At that time, he scared the first-year students that the freshman game was a game with a very high mortality rate. In a sense, this is not wrong. — left a deep impression on Zheng Qing.

"I do not like it."

Fatty Xin expressed the thoughts of the young public-funded student: "If I were given a choice, I would rather let Iseni host the hunting competition with its lame accent..."

Iseni is a fishman from Lake Linzhong, and he can push Fatty to the point of choosing a fishman that stutters and hisses, which shows what a bad impression this puppet left on him.

"I don't like it either."

Dylan nodded in agreement, but then crossed his arms thoughtfully and looked at the puppet: "I'm just a little curious... Do you think puppets can also dream?"

Now these young hunters are on the edge of dreams and illusions. In theory, an alchemical life cannot set foot in this area.

The only explanation is that this puppet has surpassed the level of ordinary alchemical life and exhibits certain characteristics unique to spiritual life.

Zheng Qing's eyes suddenly looked at the puppet with more scrutiny.

But he only took one more glance. As the captain of the Exorcist Hunters, at this time, there were more and more important things to pay attention to - such as confirming whether all the hunters of the Exorcist Hunters were present. .

"Doctor, gentleman, elder, fat man, swordsman...and monitor." The young public-funded student silently confirmed the identities of the team members while paying attention to the movements of other hunting teams.

Similar to You Zui, other hunting teams are also gathering nervously, forming small and distinct circles in the entire hall.

"Snapped!"

Just after Zheng Qing confirmed the number of people, the puppet on the rostrum suddenly raised his arm, looked at it and snapped his fingers, and then a sudden burst of drum beats burst out in the empty hall, attracting everyone's attention. .

"ladies and gentlemen!"

"Thieves on the timeline!"

"There are also coveters outside the world, ferrymen of souls, and voyeurs of the future!"

"Whether you are bloodthirsty immortals, furry resurrectors in the cemetery, or cubs doted on by Fenrir and Anubis - in short, you perverts who are obsessed with the moon, please allow me to say..."

"Good evening, everybody!!!!"

The puppets on the rostrum danced with dazzling steps, and the high-pitched voices echoed throughout the hall, while below the stage, the young wizards who had experienced last year's freshman competition looked at each other.

"It can't be exactly the same." Zheng Qing smacked his lips.

"I can only say that they are almost the same," the fat wizard nodded with deep understanding: "At least last year the last word was good noon, this year it is good evening."

"This only proves that his brain is indeed a piece of wood." Zhang Jixin made a rare rant - looking at the red-faced wizard's enthusiastic look, Zheng Qing suspected that he had been wanting to say this for a long time, because there were always people scolding him. His brain is all about muscle, and he rarely gets the chance to talk about other people's brains like this.

"...It's a great honor to be able to witness tonight's selection! I am your host, Night? Phantom Shadow? Puppet Master? Puppet!"

On the rostrum, the puppet put one hand on his chest, raised the other hand, bowed slightly to the audience, and looked very polite, but then he raised his head, with a nasty smile on his face:

"Perhaps some people think that you will not die in the dreamland... But I must remind everyone that some people are alive, but they are already dead, and some people are dead, but they are still alive... The subtleties of the spiritual world are far beyond The constraints of reality! If you think you don't mind dying in the spiritual world, you can turn around and leave this depressing atmosphere without listening to the annoying noise of a puppet on the podium! "

No one in the audience moved.

There is no fool who can organize a hunting team to pass the selection mission. No one cares about the puppet's bad attitude, as long as it completes the mission assigned by the school.

"good, very good!"

The puppet laughed crazily and spun quickly like a top: "I like smart people the most! Because dealing with smart people will make you look smart!"

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp snap of fingers from the rostrum.

Along with the sound, the entire hall became completely dark. The puppet stopped spinning and raised the slender civilized staff in his hand. The tip of the staff shot out a stream of light and cast it on the dome-shaped arc above the head. The bizarre pictures flew as fast as a revolving lantern. flashed before everyone's eyes.

Everyone was concentrating, trying their best to capture the information in those pictures - this was difficult, because those pictures were blurry, fragmented and unsystematic. There were dark castles in the forest, figures in black robes spreading their claws, and waving. There are tentacles, clear lakes, and all kinds of strange creatures giving birth, fighting, and even mating.

Relying on his previous experience in dreamland, Zheng Qing could barely identify the silhouettes of the ancient Gege giants, the Shattuck birds, and the temple in Ursa City in those scenes.

This does not give the young public-sponsored student any confidence at all - the only thing that comforts him is that all the instructors are not in the hall at the moment, which means that Zhu Si cannot give more help to the Edge Hunting Team.

"Rule-no.1, on the hunting ground, what the host says is the rule!"

The puppet's high-pitched voice easily suppressed the sound waves in the light and shadow above its head. It raised a finger and shook it provocatively in mid-air:

"Rule-no.2, for the sake of fairness, the first selection task will not set a specific scene. Everyone will enter the same hunting ground! Each hunting team will face the exact same challenges!"

As it spoke, the thin staff in its hand shook slightly, and the light curtain between the domes flashed faster and faster, gradually blurring into a huge square like an ancient Colosseum, surrounded by high stands and a stage covered with loess in the center.

As the appearance of the Colosseum became clearer and clearer, blurry figures gradually appeared in the surrounding stands. They were waving flags and banners of various colors, cheering and shouting, but the hunters could not see the faces of the spectators. The color of their robes made it difficult to see their faces clearly, and they could only feel the sound waves like waves echoing in the huge Colosseum one after another.

"Snapped!"

With another snap of the fingers, the huge Colosseum was divided into two, and then into four, and in the blink of an eye there were forty-seven identical seats, which exactly corresponded to the number of hunting teams participating in the trials.

Zheng Qing immediately understood the meaning of the phrase ‘Every hunting team will face the same challenges’. Perhaps only in the dreamland can such a relatively fair hunting ground be truly created.