Monster Hunting High School

There are many types of plants on the banks of Linzhong Lake.

There are low shrubs such as winter jasmine, four-flowered grass, and hydrangea, tall trees such as weeping willow, bodhi tree, and laurel, as well as numerous vines such as bougainvillea, black-eyed flower, and fuxiang.

The intertwined branches and overlapping flowers and leaves formed a dense protective net over the forest, blocking the light of the bright moon in mid-air, turning the forest into a dark and cold world.

The clusters of bushes in the east and west formed a simple but extremely complex maze. It was dizzying and it was easy to get lost in this forest.

On the one hand, this forest is to prevent the restless creatures in the lake from breaking into the depths of the school. On the other hand, it is also to prevent some restless students from declaring their courage in the wrong place.

Of course, neither the maze nor the darkness had any effect on the old school worker.

The old man Verne is holding a wooden stick in his hand and walking as fast as flying. Relying on the faint flame of the staff-head wind lantern, he kept shuttling between the low shrubs and grass in the forest. Soon, he led two panting freshmen to a forest clearing.

The pungent fishy smell on the fish-man's body became stronger and stronger, as if it was right in front of him.

"Shh!" The old man raised his index finger between his lips to signal the two of them to be quiet. He shook the head of his staff slightly, and the flame of the bean sprouts in the wind lamp was completely extinguished, leaving only a wisp of green smoke slowly swirling and dissipating in the lampshade. 【】

Zheng Qing held his breath and tried his best to suppress his racing heart.

He turned to look at Lin Guo. The little boy's face was also suppressed and turned red, which looked quite interesting in the dark woods.

"Hold the tree and don't move." The old man's lips moved slightly, but his voice clearly reached the ears of the two students: "Maybe we can see something interesting."

After that, he stretched out his hand and pushed the two freshmen against a tall bodhi tree next to him.

This bodhi tree looks like it has been growing for many years. The tree body is extremely thick. The gray-white trunk is attached with many thick aerial roots, which extend upward in a zigzag manner. The crown of the tree is wide, and under the moonlight, the dark green leaves are densely stacked together. , blocking most of the light.

The old man's movements were very rough. Zheng Qing turned his face sideways and was heavily pressed between his Qi roots. His eyes widened. A few centimeters away from his nose, a sleeping light bug had just pulled out its mouthparts from the bark of the tree. The light yellow gum slowly overflowed and solidified in the wind, condensing into an irregular glue ball at the wound.

The swollen-bellied lampworm seemed to have just discovered the uninvited guest beside him. He moved his thin legs and came close to the guest, and rubbed the tip of Zheng Qing's nose with his sharp mouthparts.

Fortunately, this insect had just eaten and drank enough and made no further movements.

Zheng Qing watched it flutter away and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. If the bug really wanted to stick a needle and suck blood, he wasn't sure what he would do.

"Hold your breath and concentrate." The old man's thin voice sounded in his ears again.

The young public-funded student took a deep breath, and then his eyes widened immediately. The air that poured into his nose was mixed with the freshness of gum and the stench of fishmen, making his stomach churn.

Before he could fully recover, a ferocious fish head crossed the Bodhi tree and appeared in the woods.

With the little moonlight falling between the branches and leaves, Zheng Qing could clearly see the transparent and slightly wrinkled eyelids of this fish-man, the huge, round eyes, and even the black spots and dense bloodshot eyes on the eyes. .

Its cheeks are covered with shiny hard scales, its chest and abdomen are covered with thick shield scales, and its arms have sharp comb scales.

Maybe because I was too nervous. The light blue fish scales in Zheng Qing's memory turned gray for some reason under the moonlight, and all the oily magic patterns in his memory disappeared.

Only a monster covered in scales and armor could be seen.

It exudes a fishy stench.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but gasp, and just when he opened his mouth, a big rough hand immediately covered it.

"Quiet." Old Man Verne's voice was like a mosquito, subtle, sharp, and unusually clear.

This was probably the legendary sound transmission into secrets. Zheng Qing's thoughts went astray again, and this idea suddenly came to his mind.

The fish-man who suddenly appeared did not pay attention to the old Bodhi tree with twisted roots beside him.

It swayed its dorsal fin, took heavy steps, crossed the thick Bodhi tree, looked around, then raised its head and sniffed.

"...His...Hurry up..." Suddenly another hissing sound came from not far away, as if it was close to his ears.

Zheng Qing blinked hard, swallowed quietly, and became more and more afraid to move.

There's more than one murloc here! He was thinking in confusion, are these fishmen driving insects to catch kappas? I've never heard that fishmen like to eat kappa.

The fishman who walked into the bush turned his face suspiciously, his round eyes staring blankly at the Bodhi tree behind him.

Although there was nothing in sight, only gray-white bark and a few insects. But it can always smell something in the air that makes the fish uneasy.

Not far away, the urging of his companions came again.

The fish-man finally gave up the doubts in his heart and fiddled with the surrounding bushes. Except for a few fireflies sucking tree sap, he didn't even see a larger mouse.

"...hiss...no...people...hiss..." The fish-man turned around and shouted, dragging heavy steps out of the woods again.

"A little trick," the voice of the old school worker sounded in Zheng Qing's ears again, and his tone seemed to be full of smiles: "Don't make too much noise, you can turn around slowly... This thing is quite interesting. , it’s hard to meet freshmen.”

Zheng Qing tried his best to control his somewhat stiff hands and feet, slowly turned his head, and looked through the gap between the roots of the Bodhi tree at the slightly noisy forest glade not far away.

Because there is no dense shade overhead, the bright moonlight can fall on the lawn between the open spaces without any hindrance.

By the moonlight, several figures clearly appeared in front of Zheng Qing.

Five-headed murloc.

Three wizards.

The fishmen under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a thin halo, and their scales shone with a translucent brilliance. The tallest fish-man stood at the front of all the fish-men with his arms folded, staring at the wizards in front of him.

The other fishmen each carried a huge package and followed it obediently.

The three wizards opposite the fish-men were wearing thick black robes and wide hoods, shrouding their faces in deep shadows.

The wizard standing in the middle was tall and looked a little fat. He folded his fingers together in front of his abdomen and stood straight. His fat figure did not affect his performance at all, but made his stance appear more powerful.

The other two wizards stood diagonally behind him, holding bags in their hands and holding Dharma books in their arms.