Hunting College

It was already more than three in the morning.

The noisy lakeside fell into silence again.

The bugs in the grass greeted intermittently to pass the boring night. Because there is no competition from other sounds, the tunes of these insects are particularly loud in the quiet night.

In the square in the distance, some silent figures could be seen rehearsing in formation.

According to the elders of the patrol, those people were members of the school hunting team and were training regularly at night.

Zheng Qing smacked secretly after hearing this statement.

He never felt that there was any activity in his life more important than snoring, nor did he think it was a wise choice to practice formation in the middle of the night, and he did not expect the so-called hunting team among the population to be so hard.

Fortunately, he is not a member of the hunting team, nor does he need to care about the guys who are working hard in the middle of the night.

The patrol mission tonight is almost over.

His only idea now is to roll back to his six-poster bed and meet Zhou Gong with his pillow.

Tomorrow, I would like to help Elena with a talisman lesson. Zheng Qing yawned and followed the old school worker feebly.

Soon after Professor Yi left with the injured kappa, the old man Verne did not let everyone rest earlier, as everyone meant. Instead, he assigned many new tasks to the patrol team.

The sophomore students are led by the old hunting dog May, and follow the planned patrol route to complete the established patrol goal.

The seniors and seniors stayed at the place where the Kappa accident occurred, and continued to search for corpse-eating beetles in the forest. For this reason, the patrol team's only death lantern was also handed over to this team.

The remaining two freshmen are busy with the old school workers in the meadow by the lake.

The old man Verne took out a wooden stake from the wooden basket at hand and slammed it into the bushes by the bluestone by the lake with his fist. Then tied two live buckles to the stake.

Zheng Qing had seen this technique in the hands of old hunters on the mountain.

"Are you making a rabbit trap?" The young public student couldn't help asking: "Why not use magic?"

"Magic and spells are not all wizards." The old man breathed a breath, stood up with Zheng Qing's help, and sneered: "As for the rabbits...the stupid rabbits of the first university still need a set? You handed a carrot. Those idiots will jump around with you...If you go to the Silent Forest in the future, these idiots will definitely have nothing left to eat on the first day!"

"I also look like a trap." Linguo yelled not far away.

Because of his young age, he doesn't need to work with the old man, so taking this opportunity, this young genius from Alpha Academy is wearing silkworm leather gloves, concocting a few fat carnivorous beetles between the test tube and the mortar.

These bugs are rewards for Lin Guo.

Because in the fight against insects not long ago, this little wizard who is good at alchemy took out a bottle of "Insect Supplement" from his schoolbag and turned over a large area of ​​corpse beetles. The old school worker was happy for a while, so he nodded and gave him a few bugs.

As a highly toxic creature, the use of corpse-eating beetles within the campus of the First University is strictly restricted. The clauses and clauses are very complicated from the use application process, to the use of qualification certification, and to the reporting of experimental records.

A freshman wants to complete these steps and apply for a few insects from the school’s "worm garden". I am afraid that three or two months have passed.

Only the carnivorous beetles caught in the wild, because they have not been registered in the school, there is still some room for accommodation.

In principle, the higher the freshness of alchemical raw materials, the better.

Tonight is full of moon and flowers, and the brightness of the lake is enough for simple operations, so while having free time, Lin Guo began to dissect the beetles, collect the corrosive liquid, and do some preliminary treatment of the insects.

"It's a trap." The old man Verne picked up the stick at his hand, moved it among the grass, and continued to walk along the shore of the lake: "It's just a set of water ghosts and fish wives. Recently, the murlocs in the lake are compared. Lazy, I didn’t clean up those water ghosts. Several students complained that they saw water ghosts pulling their oars while rowing... Our patrol team needs to help eliminate pests."

"Why are there water ghosts in the lake?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but asked curiously: "As far as I know, no one has died in the lake."

"But someone died in the river." The old man's tone became a little low: "Linzhong Lake is connected to the Silent River. The school's defense formation blocks the gentlemen and not the villains... Those water ghosts all know that the school is safe and follow the water. Just came in."

"Are many people dead in the river?"

"Every day, those magicians who cross the Silent River and deep into the Silent Forest are pulled into the water by the monsters every day." The old man sighed, "It's all sinners... the life of the magician is also fate."

Lakeside fell into silence for a while because of this slightly heavier topic.

The gurgling lake rubbed the bluestone on the embankment, making a refreshing sound.

Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the quarrel between the old school worker and several professors not long ago. When he contacted the old man's current behavior, he suddenly asked: "Is it related to the kappa who was bitten by an insect?" "

"Keen little guy." Old Verne glanced at him and muttered.

Although he did not make any positive comments on Zheng Qing's inference, his attitude has clearly illustrated many problems.

"Why?" Zheng Qing meditated, recalling the group of corpse beetles put in the bottle, speculating about the meaning behind the old man's behavior.

The only clue is the relationship between the kappa and the water ghost or fish woman.

Zheng Qing could not find anything in common except that the water ghost and the kappa were both aquatic creatures.

But the fish woman is different.

There are clouds in ancient books, and there are fishes that are too dry, and the name is fish woman. When the wind channel comes north, the sky is a big spring, and the snake turns into a fish, a fish woman.

It means that there is a kind of fish, half withered, half man and half fish, whose name is fish woman. Only when the sun winds and springs flow from the sky can the snake turn into a fish and become a fish woman.

Regardless of how the fish wives were formed, only half of them were dried up, they were similar to the kappa whose body had been gnawed off and the flesh was exhausted.

"Withered, withered," Zheng Qing murmured, trying to find those remote memories in his mind, guessing: "Could the kappa want to transform into a fish woman, but didn't succeed?"

The old man Verne laughed.

"The idea is very new," the old man leaned on the stick, his voice shook the silent lakeside: "Young man, the brain is bigger..."

Zheng Qing knew that he must have guessed wrong, and couldn't help but flushed and was speechless.

Lin Guo had picked up those fresh alchemy materials not far away.

Suddenly, he ran back in a panic, lowered his voice and shouted:

"Not these bugs!"

"What?" Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head, a bright light seemed to flash across his mind.

"It's really amazing~www.ltnovel.com~ Old Man Verne nodded appreciatively.

"The kappa was turned into a mummy, and most of the flesh was eaten by the corpse beetle." Ling Guo said quickly: "I have been thinking about which corpse beetle will turn a corpse into a mummy ...Not at all, there is no record in the encyclopedia."

"Could it be that the lab ran out?" Zheng Qing smiled hard, trying to find other possibilities.

"This is a primitive carnivorous beetle in the depths of the Silent Forest." Linguo wore a deerskin glove and raised the milky white struggling insect in his hand with a serious expression: "It's not a test product."

Zheng Qing was silent.

"The eventful autumn." The old man Verne did not explain Lin Guo's doubts, but sighed and looked up into the distance.

Zheng Qing's heart is very sad.

First, the kitten whose eyeballs were removed, and then the kappa who was sucked into a muck.

This school does not seem to be as safe as the legend says.