Monster Hunting High School

Because of the repeated deprivation of his shadow before and after the school hunting party, as well as the influx and outflow of a large number of memories, Zheng Qing's spirit once became very sensitive and fragile.

Therefore, after consulting with the therapist at the school hospital and his peers, the young public-funded student finally chose a conservative treatment plan - chanting sutras - by studying the book "Moko Boluo" given to him by the little monk Shi Yuan. Paramita Heart Sutra" to slowly and gently regulate his spirit.

Overall, Zheng Qing felt that the conditioning effect was pretty good.

At the very least, he won't be as irritable and irritable as he was just after the school hunting party, and his mental state has improved significantly.

But this kind of improvement is difficult to express verbally, and others don't know whether Zheng Qing is deliberately suppressing himself, or whether there is really nothing wrong with his mental condition.

Therefore, when he heard the young government-funded student's convulsive Wu Nong accent, Dr. Xiao Da immediately thought of that issue, and couldn't help but speak, and started to test it in a subtle way.

Although Zheng Qing lacks sensitivity in most things, it does not mean that he is really stupid.

He reacted immediately to Dr. Xiao Da's temptation.

"It's just a joke, can it go over your head?!" The young public-funded student looked at his companion with some annoyance: "You said that you are also a special admissions student after all, and you are also the fortune teller of our hunting team, and everyone calls you 'Doctor' 'People, why are you so superficial in your thinking? You always doubt this or that... Let me tell you, you will be prone to Alzheimer's disease when you get old!"

"When facing superficial people, you can't think too deeply about the problem." Xiao Xiao threw back a taunt without blinking.

Zheng Qing took the taunt and threw it with his backhand, hitting a snowdrift not far ahead.

"Look where you're going this time!" He cursed in a low voice. The ball of paper just wrapped in talisman paper in his hand fell lightly on the snowdrift. With a flash of fire, layers of clouds suddenly appeared above the snowdrift. The vines were like a big net, covering the sky and the earth.

The originally peaceful snowdrift suddenly exploded, and a white figure suddenly jumped out from under the snowdrift and was about to run out of the net.

But unfortunately, it ran a little slower.

The dark green rattan seemed to have eyes, and it hit the ferret's waist accurately. The ferret screamed and fell from mid-air. Immediately, its limbs, head and tail were bound by several rattan ropes that followed the sound. They were pulled apart flatly and spread in mid-air.

It was only then that Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao walked forward unhurriedly.

"How did you know it was hidden in that snowdrift?" Xiao Xiao glanced at the bundled claw and captured the ferret. He couldn't help but turn around and looked at the public student in surprise.

Zheng Qing curled his lips and said proudly: "It's just intuition... As an excellent wizard, you still need to have this kind of intuition!"

"This is not just intuition." Xiao Xiao lowered his head, holding a palm-sized crystal ball, thoughtfully: "In this forest, divination has always been very suppressed... and this little thing I just used the talent concealment technique. In this case, it can be discovered by you, and it must be more than just intuition."

Zheng Qing ignored Xiao Xiao's muttering to himself, but casually pulled down a slender dead branch from the nearby bushes, walked over to the ferret, and slapped it on the head and face.

"I asked you to run, and you ran quite happily!" Thinking of the talisman bullets he wasted before, and the talisman papers used to support his companions, the young public-funded student felt distressed, and the spanking became more intense: "Scream! Scream louder! Scream louder! Scream faster!"

The stoat, which was bound by the vines in mid-air, twisted and squeaked, and the sharp sound could be heard far among the trees.

Although Zheng Qing was cursing, most of his energy was focused on the surrounding environment - according to the hunting team's previous plan, using the suspected leader's stoat as bait to lure other rats and wolves appeared, half of it was completed task.

The rest depends on when those prey show up.

While Zheng Qing was working hard to perform, Xiao Xiao was not idle either. Instead, he walked around the place where Zheng Qing and the ferret were, throwing a few array disks into the snow from time to time. Preset an environment more favorable to hunters in advance.

"Okay, okay, just teach them a little lesson!" A drake's voice suddenly sounded above the two young wizards: "They are my subordinates after all. If you continue to beat them like this, it will not look good on me."

The two young wizards were startled by the sudden sound. They immediately stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"Who?" Zheng Qing shouted warily.

"The boss of those rats and wolves you captured!" The male duck replied without hesitation, then hesitated for a few seconds, and then added: "According to the popular saying nowadays, we are their leader!"

When the drake spoke, Xiao Xiao had already taken out his old turtle shell from his arms, holding it in his hands, ready to deploy a defensive barrier at any time; Zheng Qing did not move the Colt on his waist, but He pulled out the Remington that Miss Su gave him from the gray cloth bag.

Compared with the 'small and flexible' Colt Python, the Remington is obviously more powerful.

But the two wizards who were well prepared did not notice anything unusual from the direction of the sound.

This made them more vigilant.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, not bad. We haven't seen each other for a few days. There are a lot more tricks!" The ugly drake voice continued to come from above the two of them, as if they had no intention of avoiding their sight.

Even so, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao did not discover the source of the sound.

The only thing the two of them could be sure of was that the sound came from the thick branch above them - it was the main branch of a Resurrection Poplar, as thick as a child's thigh - and if they guessed correctly, the back of the branch , that is, the blind spot in Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao's field of vision, there must be something hidden.

Zheng Qing calmly gestured to Xiao Xiao and responded smoothly: "Listen to this...are we still acquaintances?"

"Who is a human!" The drake voice on the back of the branch was obviously very dissatisfied with Zheng Qing's accusation.

"Then what are you?" Zheng Qing asked immediately.

The drake suddenly fell silent.

While Xiao Xiao took advantage of Zheng Qing's conversation with the stranger, he quietly moved two steps outward, and at the same time activated the Five Sons Connecting Heart Talisman hidden in his waist, which is a set of five instant messaging talismans. , each person in the Forgiveness Hunting Team has one on him. If someone encounters trouble and activates one of the talismans, the remaining four people will immediately receive a distress message and can follow the guidance of the talisman to come in time.

Realizing that the Five Sons Lian Heart Talisman in his arms was a little hot, Zheng Qing's originally slightly nervous mood relaxed a little.

It seems that the mysterious guest above him is not as powerful as it appears. At the very least, it did not open a restrictive barrier to completely separate the two forgiveness hunters from the Silent Forest.

As long as we can still get in touch with the outside world, everything is easy to talk about.

Just as the above thoughts were passing through the mind of the public finance student, a plump rat head suddenly poked out from the branch above his head, blinking two shiny black eyes, speaking with an unpleasant drake voice, curious. road:

"Were you delivering a message just now? Who were you communicating to? Are you going to hold a farewell ceremony?... I'm just here to pick up my subordinates, there's no need for such a big fanfare..."

Zheng Qing looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar head, and after a long while, he uttered a curse word: "F*ck!"