Hunting College

With less than two hours left before the start of the freshman competition, the hunters of the Youxin Hunting Team finally left the 403 dormitory and set off for the gathering place provided by the Hunting Committee.

Of course, they did not forget to move the sleeping Zheng Qing to a soft flying carpet.

The blanket was floating more than one meter above the ground. The surface of the blanket was made of fine fleece and looked very comfortable. This made the ‘consciousness’ of the young public-funded students a little satisfied.

"I borrowed this blanket from Balash Sassan." Fatty Xin proudly showed off his connections to his companions: "He is an ethics reviewer in the editorial department of the school newspaper. He reads in Atlas In the second grade, I believe in Zoroastrianism... I remember that you call this sect called Jacket?"

"Zorro xian, that word reads xian." Xiao Xiao glanced at the fat man silently, and added: "You can also use the names Zoroastrianism and Manichaeism. For most people, you can't distinguish the subtleties. Difference."

Lin Guo couldn't help but smile.

Xin obviously didn't like the doctor's suggestion, so he made a stinky face, dragged the flying carpet, and walked in front of the team. Therefore, when he saw a divination professor standing under a plane tree on the boulevard, he had to be the first to stop and bow to say hello.

"Professor, good noon." The fat man nodded his head laboriously.

"Oh? Oh, okay, okay." Professor Yi seemed to be a little wandering in the sky. He only reacted after a while, and his eyes dimly swept across a group of young wizards: "Are you going to the hunting game? Yes, yes, today will be There is a wonderful game..."

"Our hunting team participating in the game." Zhang Jixin had to stand up and maintain the reputation of his hunting team-although their new hunting team had no reputation at all.

Professor Yi agreed vaguely, and continued to kick and step around the deciduous plane tree next to it.

"What are you looking for, Professor?" Xiao Xiao was obviously interested in Professor Yi's behavior.

"Inspiration." The professor stopped, stretched out a finger, tapped his temple, and whispered: "It is the sounds of buling and buling in your head. You need to find a place where they hide... as a Fortuneteller, there is nothing more important than following inspiration."

"Then you found it?" Ling Guo also asked curiously.

The professor did not answer directly, but lowered his head and frowned, showing a contemplative look: "When I got up in the morning, the rooster crowing told me that at this time in this place, I will have unexpected gains. ..."

"Unexpected gain?"

"It may be the notebook I lost when I was in college, or it may be just a bunch of lilacs, or a piece of blue cheese, of course, it may be a new pointer." Professor Yi murmured, guessing.

The young wizards shivered in unison.

I don't know if it's because of the weird food or the chilling stick.

"In this case, then we won't disturb you." Zhang Jixin smiled dryly, pushing the flying carpet floating in front of him, and moving forward cautiously: "We are also going to prepare for the pre-match inspection...You continue, don't disturb you. "

The others lined up in a row, silently following the master hunter, and slipped forward silently.

"Keep up...you can't get too far away from your body." Mr. Wu pushed Zheng Qing who was meditating and reminded: "Even if the main consciousness is too far away from the body, it is easy to be blown away by the wind. You still Not the soul state."

Zheng Qing suddenly woke up, dazed, and wandered behind the hunters of You Sin. After drifting for a while, he suddenly reacted and turned his head to look at Mr. Wu.

"Can they not see you? Sir." He finally realized a very crucial question: "Can't Professor Yi also see?"

"A little trick," Mr. Wu took his gaze away from Professor Yi, and looked at Zheng Qing with a smile: "It can always help you win when peekaboo... Well, you understand me as being with you now The same state is fine."

"Is the soul out of the body?" Zheng Qing muttered.

"To be precise, it's the'consciousness' coming out of the body." Mr. Wu corrected: "This is a more subtle state than the soul coming out of the body... I used this rhetoric before to make it easier for you to understand the meaning. "

If he had a nose, Zheng Qing would definitely be tempted to touch his nose now.

"Then how did you appear in the school? I remember that the campus guardian formation can isolate everything that does not belong to the school, including souls, curses, etc. Consciousness also belongs to this category."

"If you have an invitation, you can come in naturally... Everyone knows the school rules." The gentleman floated in front of Zheng Qing, carrying his hands on his back, and said slowly: "As a gentleman, there will always be a few An old friend... Besides, it’s Moon Hunting now. It’s not that difficult to get an invitation letter from school."

This explanation is reasonable.

Even the public-sponsored students who like crazy thinking, did not think of any retort.

Until I arrived at Hunting Ground No. 1, when I was about to enter the small auditorium next to the hunting ground for pre-match inspections.

Mr. Wu's figure stopped drifting.

"Since I know what happened, then I won't continue nagging..." Mr. Wu stopped and said humorously: "When I came out, I didn't lock the door, and no one looked after the bookstore, so there was only the dead one. Cat, how can you rest assured... if that cat has a few moustaches on his face, it will not look good."

Zheng Qing thought about the scene where the yellow raccoon in the store secretly took the dried fish from the cupboard while her husband was away, and couldn't help but smile, and then stopped laughing.

"Are you leaving now?" Although he knew that her husband would leave, Zheng Qing felt unwilling to give up.

In the two months since entering the school, although he has acted nonchalantly, he has always been a little worried. I can't tell if it is panic, missing, or other feelings.

"I'm leaving." Mr. Wu nodded, glanced up at the ceiling of the small auditorium, and added: "Although things happened a bit hastily, it's not a bad thing after all, it shouldn't have much impact..."

The voice behind is getting lower and lower, becoming inaudible.

"What?" Zheng Qing listened to the following words becoming more and more blurred, and couldn't help asking: "What is the impact?"

Mr. Wu paused, paused for a few seconds, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the ceiling of the small auditorium.

"You should go in." He said at last: "Some uninvited guests have come here, you should go back to your body quickly and find a way to inform the professors of the school... If you can't do anything, then think about how to protect yourself. Little life. Remember, no matter what situation you encounter, living is the most important thing."

After all, he reached out and pushed.

Before Zheng Qing had time to ask exactly what the uninvited guest was, he felt his feet slippery and plunged into a dark and bottomless abyss.

When he opened his eyes again, the pre-match inspection had already begun for a few minutes.

The few scents that Jelena brought when she just approached were like stimulants, and he quickly recalled the words of the previous husband~www.ltnovel.com~ He leaned on the flying carpet and squinted slightly.

Apart from the concerned gazes of the partners, only the dark and hollow ceiling above his head, the group of small lights flying around like a group of lights and insects, and the puppet hidden in the light group are what catches the eye.

…

puppet?

Zheng Qing blinked vigorously.

As if feeling his gaze, in the light group, the puppet that had been motionless suddenly grinned and pulled out a big, malicious smiling face.

"It's dangerous!" The young public student struggled and tried to stand up.

"Snapped!"

All the light **** in the small auditorium went out in an instant.

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