Monster Hunting High School

The chirping insects are miserable.

Night on the Great Lake.

Willow bank.

Soft wind, full moon.

When Zheng Qing was hit by a spell from deep in the woods near the lake, the two elders watching the battle did not pay attention to him.

They were discussing things that had nothing to do with young people getting into fights.

"So, you called me out at night just to watch two kids fight?" The old fish man rubbed his smooth cane with his skinny hand.

In the moonlight, the carp carved on the head of the staff seemed to be twisting comfortably.

Old Man Verne looked at the carp cautiously and shook his head without hesitation.

"Of course not," the old school worker said in a slightly gentler tone, holding his wooden stick and leaning on a thick horizontal branch of the willow tree, "Actually, I'm looking for you, and I want to inquire about some other things."

"If you want to ask about that cat, don't say anything. Every department in the school has already searched the lake. If you don't know, you just don't know." The old fish man replied in a stiff tone.

"It's not a cat, it's not a cat." Old Man Verne waved his hands repeatedly and asked with a smile: "I just wanted to ask if there are any new neighbors coming to the lake recently..."

"Do those red chain snakes count?" The old fish man's cloudy eyes moved slightly.

"There is no need for me to ask about the troubles that can be solved in May."

"Speaking of this, the little guys have never reported it." The old fish man twirled his thick and long beard at the corner of his mouth and said in deep thought: "You know, little bastards like to get into trouble behind the back of adults, just like little Iseni... …Unless they find that the thing they are trying to do is too big to stop, what else do I know more than you do?”

Old Man Verne was silent for a moment, and an expression of admiration gradually appeared on his face.

While the two old men were having this meaningless conversation, the battle between the two young men in the forest was coming to an end.

Zheng Qing unexpectedly used a combination of rattan and talisman to suppress his opponent.

It was already obvious that the fishmen were defeated.

This made the old man Verne very satisfied.

"I heard that the dry powder of five-hundred-year-old black pearls and colorful corals can remove wrinkles?" The old school worker sighed in a casual tone: "Poor my family in May, who has worked hard all his life. When he is old, he still needs to Running around the campus with wrinkles every day, oh, it’s so pitiful.”

"May is a Shar-Pei, and wrinkles are not the fault of age..." The old fishman drooped his eyelids and replied in an annoyed voice: "If you want my collection, choose a better reason next time."

"Did I say anything?" Old Man Verne's eyes widened in surprise.

"Humph!" The old fishman turned his head in frustration, and his dry dorsal fin shook violently.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

An orange spell shot out from the depths of the woods beside the lake and fell on Zheng Qing.

The young patrolman slowly collapsed to the ground.

Without his coordination, the vines flying up and down quickly turned into noodles, which were tied into knots by the struggling fish-man and hung on the branches nearby.

"Hiss, hiss... there are times when your wizard's spells are not accurate." Under the big willow tree, the old fish man laughed so hard that he was out of breath, like a deflated balloon: "Since little Iseni made a mistake , then I will confine it when I go back... If you know where to find the black pearls and colorful corals you mentioned before, let me know. I also want to see them... Hiss, hiss, hiss. "

The old man Verne looked at the changes on the scene with a calm expression, snorted softly, stamped his feet, and disappeared under the willow tree.

The old fish man watched Iseni taking advantage of the opportunity to jump into Linzhong Lake, and he also smiled slightly and slid into the lake quietly.

…

Zheng Qing finally understood the original meaning of the word dizziness.

His ears were ringing, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frosted glass, with only a faint sense of light.

I can't see clearly, hear clearly, my limbs are weak and I can't feel it.

The whole world seemed to blur for a moment.

The rattan, which had lost the guidance of its gaze, was like a snake whose bones had been taken away, falling limply on the grass in the forest.

Those talismans that had been activated were still burning tenaciously, making a soft sound.

Zheng Qing felt sorry for his wasted talismans, but he felt even more sad for his failed victory.

He tried hard to suppress his anger and fear, and forced himself to recall the anti-jinx books he had read, but the few arguments and individual words he heard made him unable to concentrate.

"...This is a matter between wizards..."

"Hiss...the transaction failed...responsibility..."

"...You've stayed on land for too long...It's time to go back!"

"Hiss...I will remember...hiss..."

Are these the black-robed wizards who just traded with the fishmen?

Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly.

Maybe there will be a fight between them over the failed deal.

He prayed silently.

But as an unbeliever, his prayers were not answered.

The quarrel between the fishman and the black-robed wizard became louder and louder, and the fragmentary words and the overwhelming stench made Zheng Qing's headache even more intense.

He even tasted a hint of the feeling from long ago in the pain that kept pouring out.

This made him extremely uneasy.

He began to recite the "Poly Heart Sutra" in his mind and tried to shift his attention to other places.

Like the spell that hit him.

Regarding the spell 'My Horse Xuanhuang' that flew out of the forest, Zheng Qing could only vaguely guess that it was a 'non-lethal spell', and its effect was probably to make him tired and blind.

Zheng Qing only knew one spell starting with "My Horse".

That was when Assistant Hilda was giving practice demonstrations to the freshmen of the Alpha School of Law in the practical class this Friday. The first spell that the freshmen of the Alpha School of Law learned was called ‘我马豺hui隤tui’.

Zheng Qing remembered it very clearly.

Duan Xiaojian—who was Teacher Hilda's sparring partner at the time—immediately collapsed to the ground and fell asleep after being attacked by 'My Horse.'

And his current performance is very similar to Duan Xiaojian.

Perhaps this spell is an upgraded version of 'My Horse Tiger', which means that the attacker is most likely a student of Alpha Academy.

What are the people from Alpha Academy doing here at Jiuyou Academy at night?

Zheng Qing found that he was starting to have a headache again.

Fortunately, the quarrel between the black-robed wizard and the fish-man had gradually stopped.

The fishman's heavy breathing and heavy footsteps lingered around for a while and then gradually faded away.

What also slowly dissipated was the strong fishy smell on its body.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but sigh.

He was relieved because the fish-man finally left quietly and did not beat himself up, who was defenseless.

Sighing, because at this time, he should have dragged the loot to the old man Verne to claim credit, but he was paralyzed on the ground because of an inexplicable spell.

The bounty was gone.

The wasted talismans were torn, torn, and gone.

After a while, Zheng Qing's vision gradually recovered.

The surrounding scenery became clear one by one with the faint moonlight, the dark woods, and the messy lawn.

Accompanying it is a figure that gradually lengthens with the moonlight.

A fat wizard shrouded in black robes slowly walked out of the woods.

"Nice to meet you," the fat wizard said hoarsely, nodding to him politely: "Classmate Zheng Qing."

Zheng Qing raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the other party carefully.