Hunting College

"Could it be your illusion?"

"possible."

"I want to come too. This is the museum of the first university. There are still two door gods standing outside. How can someone sneak in?"

"Aren't we coming in?"

Although the young wizards were still talking in whispers, they kept their eyes on the darkest corners of the exhibition hall. There was no need to relax, and the books in their hands were always in a state of excitement, and they could throw out a string at any time. Prepared spells.

Xiao Xiao held the crystal ball in both hands, divination for a long time, without gain.

"Perhaps the monitor really heard something," he finally expressed a kind of cautious optimism: "It is said that there are several ghosts in the museum exhibition hall, belonging to the earthbound spirits, and the noises just now may be caused by them."

This explanation is not perfect, but it is enough to calm people's hearts.

The false alarm was unpopular, but after all, everyone regained their spirits and increased their vigilance for tonight's adventure.

Moving forward along the exhibition hall, the group quickly stepped into the darkness in their previous vision. It's just the darkness in the distance. When you are in it, you are often familiar with the surrounding light and feel that it is not much different from before.

Similar openness and quietness.

The exhibits in the glass cabinets lie silently on the velvet cushions, like in the past decades, even hundreds of years, and thousands of years, accepting the serious or perfunctory gazes of passers-by.

Across the darkness, there is a high threshold, painted with complicated runes, and behind the threshold is another exhibition hall.

There are a lot less glass cabinets in this exhibition hall. As far as you can see, you can see more of the fence-shaped booths surrounded by red twine with the thickness of forearms. On the booth are displays of magic creatures. Skeleton.

Ranked first among all the remains are not the dragons and phoenixes in Zheng Qing's imagination, or the most famous magical creatures in myths and legends such as serpents, turtles, and unicorns.

It's an ape-like biological skeleton.

Zheng Qing approached the booth and glanced down at the brass inscription hanging on the pillars in front of the stage: The mountain of swagger, with beasts, its shape is like a yin and white ears, walking on pedestrians, its name is 狌狌, food of Good walk.

The commentary is very brief. It does not list the world, door, class, order, family, genera, and species of this creature like in the Encyclopedia of Wizarding Encyclopedia, nor does it record its magical powers and legends, let alone tell. Why do visitors rank it as the first of all magical creatures?

Some just commented on the edible effect of this creature, like a senior glutton.

This is the most straightforward and cruel truth in nature. The young public-funded student sighed with emotion, and looked up at the scrofulous bone on the booth.

It stood in a leaf of green grass that looked like a leek, leaned back on a stray tree, and looked out at the exit of this exhibition hall.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Zheng Qing always felt that this crusty head seemed to be tilted towards him.

"Hurry up, don't fall behind!"

Xiao Xiao waved to him in a low voice, "If you are really interested, you can wait for the final exam and come here for a whole day!"

"Come here," Zheng Qing smiled apologetically, trotting to keep up with the pace of the hunting team, and at the same time explained in a low voice, "It's none of my business...you know, cats are very curious. ."

"Huh?" Jiang Yu, who was walking in front of him, looked back, expressing her doubts about the wizard's explanation.

An awkward smile appeared on Zheng Qing's face.

Before his embarrassment faded, the witch stopped abruptly, and the young public-sponsored student did not notice for a while and slammed into the witch. The two staggered at the same time.

The witch stood firmly and gave the witch a hand, then looked forward, wondering what happened.

The front of the team.

Zhang Jixin's feet are not very different, and his fists are tacked in front of his chest, and he is ready to fight. Banner was slightly wrong in the second half of his body, a blue meaning appeared on his face, and his body slowly rose a circle.

Zheng Qing's gaze crossed the gap between the two hunters, one main and one auxiliary, and saw the obstacle blocking the front of the team.

It's a chicken.

To be precise, it was the skeleton of a magical creature that looked like a golden pheasant. It was pacing a small square step, walking calmly from the left side of the exhibition hall to the right side of the exhibition hall. Because of the slow pace and a long tailbone behind him, the hunting team's way forward was blocked.

"What is this?" the wizard asked with straight eyes.

Jiang Yu stretched out his hand and pointed to the side without making a sound.

Zheng Qing looked in the direction of her fingers. There was an empty exhibition stand. The red twine around the stand had fallen on the ground for some time, like a dead snake.

He guessed the identity of the chicken skeleton with his toes.

"The exhibits are alive?" The young public-funded student thought this was a bit funny.

The chicken seemed to hear the wizard's murmur, and the pacing Fang step stopped, turned his head, tilted his head and glanced at him.

The empty sight was interspersed among Bai Sensen's skeleton~www.readwn.com~ The whole exhibition hall seemed to be a bit chilly.

Kaka.

The upper and lower jaws of the chicken skeleton collided with each other, making a clicking sound, as if they were talking, but everyone present did not understand the skeleton language, so it was naturally inconvenient to talk to them.

The chicken frame clicked for a while, seeing that everyone was still silent and cautious, and finally shook his head uninterestingly, and continued to walk forward with small steps, and soon disappeared into the shadow on the other side of the exhibition hall.

Several young wizards quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The team began to move on.

"Do you know these exhibits are alive?" Zheng Qing squeezed to Xiao Xiao's side and asked in a low voice. He noticed that several other members of the hunting team also pricked their ears.

"I've heard of it." The doctor said unclearly, his eyes drifting around and looking left and right: "...When I was helping before, the predecessors of the museum told us that there would be some long-detained exhibits in the pavilion at night to relax, let us never mind."

"Are they dead souls?"

"Theoretically, there are no living souls in the museum's exhibits. Even the ghost exhibition area displays ghosts whose consciousness has completely dissipated..."

Zheng Qing didn't know how the so-called ghosts whose consciousness completely dissipated existed in the world. In his concept, ghosts were originally the existence of condensed consciousness.

While talking, the team passed an empty booth.

The original specimen on the booth has nowhere to wander, leaving only a lush tree of aralia, sticking out the branches of the red hemp rope, swaying slightly in the dark exhibition hall, as if greeting the guests.

In return, Zheng Qing smoothly touched the branch.

"His," he took a breath and interrupted the doctor's voice. After seeing the concerned gazes of his companions, the wizard waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, continue walking...just a stabbed hand. "

He forgot that there are thorns on Aralia.