Hunting College

"Demon Hunting College (

"This sounds like a joke." Zheng Qing was deeply suspicious of the doctor's'it is said'.

"Life is originally a combination of countless pieces." Xiao Xiao shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Jiang Yu interrupted the dispute between the two.

"If I remember correctly," she cautiously expressed her opinion: "The sentence that the doctor just mentioned, the original sentence should be from a certain poem in Apennines, "In the world, only time, beauty and wine can not be disappointed. 'Right."

Zheng Qing smiled and patted Xiao Xiao on the shoulder.

The little wizard shook his shoulders, and shook off the paws of the young man.

"It's not what I said," he said indifferently: "Even if I borrow the words of that speaker, I just recounted it to you."

During the small talk, the speed of the pumpkin car slowly dropped.

Zheng Qing poked his head and looked out the window.

The car has driven into a gray building complex. It is surrounded by tall pillars, ancient pointed roofs, plank roads crisscrossing between small buildings, chimneys with smoke and cobblestone lanes. Like other places in Uzza, in this gray building complex, you can hear the meowing and comfortable purring of cats greeting each other everywhere.

The pumpkin cart stopped at the entrance of the museum.

Several guests got off the car, the flower cat pulled the brim of the hat friendly to the witch, and then shook the whip to urge the ancestors to embark on the journey again. It seems to dislike the atmosphere here.

The noise made the noisy meows around them a little quiet for a while, Zheng Qing noticed the peeping amber gaze under the shadow, and brought a bit of inquiry and vigilance in curiosity.

He couldn't help but smile, his tail slid out of his robe and swayed friendly.

The cats watching them suddenly grew more, and their eyes were eager to try, and even a few bold kittens had slipped out of the shadows, not far from the young wizard, staring at the black tail. Pace up and down carefully.

Jiang Yu bent down, holding a small dried fish in his hand, and the small white ears in the dark hair trembling slightly, trying to express kindness to the owner of the city.

The kittens looked quite tempting, but they were always patrolling and refused to approach.

"They recognize birth."

A sharp and piercing noise, as if the noise of a rusty door closing and closing, rang inside the museum gate, and passed into the ears of several young wizards, making everyone who heard it couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Zheng Qing followed the reputation and found that it was a cat talking.

An old cat that looks very old and has no hair on his body. It has a pair of big eyes, the pupils are pitch-black, and the eyes occupy almost a quarter of the face, which looks very strange. Its skin was pale, and the skin was covered with wrinkles and scars of various shades, and he was holding a withered cane in his hand-which looked quite like an old print.

Old and terrifying, this was the first impression that came to the mind of a young public-funded student.

The old cat, leaning on a cane, moved slowly, and finally stood behind the threshold of the museum, stopped, and looked at a few strange wizards. His eyes stayed on Zheng Qing’s tail and Jiang Yu’s ears for a while, and finally Move away and continue to say in its unusually unpleasant voice: "...Is there something?"

"We are students from the First University, and we have made an appointment with the temple elder Attar." Xiao Xiao politely handed in a post with a few young wizards branded with the emblem.

As the most powerful center of power in the wizarding world, the First University has a high reputation among many forces in many worlds. The same is true for phantom dreams.

"The first university... It’s been a long time since no wizards over there have come." The old cat squinted his eyes slightly-this made the proportions of his facial features more coordinated and his face looked less terrifying-he carefully looked at the post. The school badge, school badge and mark finally nodded, and said in its ugly voice:

"Then you come in... follow me closely and don't walk around casually."

Similar to the museum of the First University, the space in this museum also appears empty and tall. Exhibits of various shapes are placed in glass cabinets, silent among the faint white light beans, without the noise of those exhibits in the First University Museum.

Of course, it may also be because there are outsiders now, so they have become a little better.

There were no visitors in the museum, but when Zheng Qing and his party passed through the third gate, a gray shorthair cat turned out of the corner with a brown outline creature in its mouth—the little thing was standing Try to survive the last struggle.

Seeing the old cat, the gray cat immediately fell on the floor and let go of his mouth.

Zu Ge was overjoyed, and before he had time to slap his chest, he wanted to run to a safe place, but he did not prevent that the hairless old cat's eyes swiftly claws, and the withered stick in his claws pierced the neck of the Zu Ge Up, nail it in place.

"Don't let your prey escape."

The old cat nodded slightly at the gray cat, exhorted it in a hoarse voice, and then continued to walk forward ~www.readwn.com~ while walking, muttering in a low voice: "These dirty, sneaky guys ... useless... wasting precious space..."

Zheng Qing was a little unsure whether he was cursing those ancestors, or he was dissatisfied with the gray cat.

The temple is located in the deepest part of the museum.

There is a spacious hall-Zheng Qing speculated that this hall should belong to a tall tower.

The reason for using "should" is because Zheng Qing did not see the appearance of this building. But inside, he could see the circular hall, the ceiling-less dome, and the wooden ladders surrounded by circles on which the green vines climbed.

Atal, the great elder of the temple, sat at the end of the hall on the first floor, behind an ivory desk.

It is said that when this great elder was very young, his family ran an inn. The little boy who had prayed to an unknown existence under the moon lived in the inn of Atal’s house. Later, Atal was still in the dusk. When I saw all of Uzza’s cats gathered under the tree of the cursed couple’s house, in two columns around the ruined house, pacing slowly and solemnly, as if performing something unheard of before. Animal ritual.

Of course, that was a long, long time ago.

This old man is now nearly 400 years old.

But he still has clear eyes, sharp thinking and clear memory.

Xiao Xiao hopes to get enough guidance from this old man who is familiar with dreams and has a good relationship with the first university. At the very least, let them have a clear understanding of the challenges they are about to face-if the old man happened to have seen Zhu Si, or knew the whereabouts of a faceless demon, it would be better.

When the young wizards followed the old cat to the ivory desk, Master Attar was staring at a spinning top on the table.