Hunting College

"Don't run, don't run!"

"Can't run!"

Zheng Qing sat down on the ground and yelled at the tiger who was following him: "Are you hungry or not?! Let you eat and you don't! If you don't eat, don't follow me... The wild monster will also feed now. Have you eaten?!"

The Black Tiger Demon couldn't speak, but stared at him with two golden red eyes as big as copper bells.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Then Zheng Qing's momentum dropped little by little.

"Actually I didn't mean to accuse you..."

"You know, I'm an outspoken person, I have one thing to say."

"Away from home, who hasn't been anxious to get angry... You must understand this."

"I just think that we two meet by chance. Although we are destined, the monsters have different paths and are not the same people after all, right."

"As the saying goes, the road is heading towards the sky, each side...you follow me like this, it makes it hard to handle it."

The young wizard murmured, explaining upside down to the tiger in front of him.

Hu Yao still didn't speak, but shook his tail casually, and shattered the dead cow monster's head diagonally behind it. The bright red blood, mixed with brains, smashed on the grass like raindrops, drawing an abstract picture of postmodernism.

The young wizard immediately stopped chattering and closed his mouth obediently.

But sitting in the same place seemed a bit too boring, so he picked up a yellow thatch next to him, and wrapped the tender stem of the thatch around his finger.

Go around, go around.

His eyes wandered around the tiger demon, going around, and soon fell on the bull demon corpse whose head was smashed.

The thick blue-black horns were inserted obliquely in the grass, and it was splashed with dots of red and white, and there were several broken skull fragments hanging from the roots of the horns.

A bull demon eyeball escaped by chance and was lying quietly in the shadow under the horns, staring at the young wizard not far away with a dull look.

"Such a waste."

Zheng Qing thought in his heart, wondering how much gold beans would be earned if the eyeballs or horns were sold at the wandering bar.

Then, he finally remembered who he was—he was a hunter, the captain of the mortal hunting team, and the wizard who led the hunting team to survive in this strange hunting ground.

According to the puppet man's words, only one hunting team can get out of this hunting ground alive.

He hopes to be his own players.

Thinking of the guilty players, he couldn't help thinking of the blue **** swallowed by the wolf demon, and the Xiao Xiao falling into the monkey demon's mouth, thinking of the messy battlefield in front of the hill, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

So he couldn't sit still.

"Since I'm still alive, I have to do something." He glanced at the tiger demon, and couldn't help sighing: "It's hard to escape anyway. It's worth dying...giving them a chance to say a few more words about me."

As he said, he stood up and yelled at the tiger demon: "You killed so many wild monsters and didn't eat them. They were wasted... I'll help you clean up!"

Heihu seemed to understand what he meant, and had no intention to stop it. Instead, he slapped on the spot, picked up a monkey demon's head again, and continued to play with the ball-where the ghost had hidden this head before he knew it. Up!

Zheng Qing felt a little relieved when he noticed Tiger Demon's ambiguous attitude.

He immediately pulled out a large number of bottles and cans and dissection tools from the gray cloth bag-this is the standard equipment prepared by the hunting team before the game, used to collect trophies, and each hunter has a set.

The bone saw is used to cut the skin and meat, and the bone saw is used to dismember the monster. In this process, you need to wear elbow-length deer leather gloves to prevent being scratched by the broken bone stubble or being infected by the blood.

After the decomposition, you need to change into silkworm leather gloves—because the following operations are more delicate—such as buckling out the eyeballs of the demon from the eye sockets, peeling off the entire nerve patiently along the spine, or Squeeze every drop of demon blood in the atrium without hurting the heart.

The above is just a breakdown of the work, as the collection of trophies, there is follow-up work-preservation.

After most tissues are removed, they need to be immersed in the corresponding solution within a specified time to prevent oxidation or outside air pollution. There are also individual organizations, such as monster bones that need to be dried as much as possible, for example, monster fur should be made some preliminary work, and monster blood needs to be added with a corresponding dose of anticoagulant and so on.

Originally, this was a task of the hunting team's division of labor, but now there is only Zheng Qing a semi-disabled laborer, so he will omit the steps as much as possible, and count as much as he can.

For example, from start to finish, he wears deerskin gloves to work: the eyeballs are buckled down and thrown directly into the protective liquid, and they don’t bother to clean up the spherical debris; the demon’s nerves are all easily stripped, and if lucky, they are completely peeled off and thrown in. The bottle bubbled up; if it was bad luck, it peeled off and threw it on the ground—anyway, this slaughterhouse lacked everything, just dead monsters.

There are also bones, all kinds of bones all over the floor. Zheng Qing has no energy to sort them out patiently. They simply pile them together and use smashing symbols to turn them into powder, only collecting the last bone powder-this is a kind of market. The popular raw materials, whether it is fertilizer used in the preparation of pharmacies, or as a feed additive for spiritual insects, will not worry about the market.

The pointer on the pocket watch revolved around the dial, and Zheng Qing quickly gave up recording the time when he was busy.

Until all the bottles and cans he prepared in advance were filled, the gray cloth bag could not find more containers, and there was no more space left, he finally took the monster that he could see in this'slaughterhouse' The bodies were all cleaned up.

Even so, there were still bundles of leather piled under his feet.

This is the back skin of those bull monsters and pig monsters, which he hastily peeled off and tied them together. These leathers have good texture, but they are heavy and take up space, which is really tasteless.

The tiger demon lay on the grass, looking at the busy young wizard, and yawned boredly.

Holding the bundles of leather, Zheng Qing hammered his sore legs and raised his head. He happened to see the tiger demon yawning. He was exhausted and suddenly turned into a burst of anger, gushing out.

"Master, I'm working hard here~www.ltnovel.com~ You monster is comfortable and tight!"

Suddenly, his anger started from his heart, evil grew to the guts, and he walked towards the tiger demon holding the leather.

"Since you don't eat me, and don't work... then carry it on my back!"

With that, he put the strapped cowhide on Tiger Demon's back.

Perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable, the tiger demon shook his shoulders, and the cowhide bundle slid down a little bit along the tiger's back, and immediately placed it more firmly.

Heihu tilted his head and gave the young wizard a provocative look.

That means about-so light, do you look down on tigers?

"Fuck, what is your conspiracy!" Zheng Qing felt that his worldview was constantly collapsing: "No one is bullied to this point by rations!"

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