Hunting High School

On the shore, not far from the lake, is the entrance of the museum.

Along the middle line of the lake is the main entrance of the museum, which is closed; there is a slightly lower side door on the left and right. There are wooden sills, stone steps, and tall dark red pillars under the door; cornices on the door, bucket arches and pillars, and owl kisses under the eaves corners, which open their mouths to the moon, and the moonlight slides down from the sky like flowing water, pouring into the sky. In the dragon's mouth.

"The main entrance is not open unless it is a major festival or an important visitor." Xiao Xiao led everyone to the side door on the left, while explaining in a low voice: "From now on until you are in front of that mirror, don't talk. Let me negotiate."

Zheng Qing was just about to ask him what he was negotiating at night, when he heard a strong wind blowing overhead, and at the same time a rough voice broke the silence in front of the museum:

"Visitors stop!"

Swish!

The five-member team stopped in unison.

From the dark doorway, a figure dressed in colorful armor walked out, with a majestic face and a golden halberd in his hand. This figure Zheng Qing has seen in many places in the school, but in those places, this figure is hung on the door or left on the red paper. It is smaller and not as powerful as the one in front of him. pressure.

It is the left door god Shentu.

Where there is a left door god, there must be a right door god.

Zheng Qing fixed his eyes on Shen Tu for a few seconds, then immediately turned to look at the side door on the right. Although the door opening on the right was quiet, Zheng Qing vaguely saw a big furry head and a pair of big golden eyes behind the stone steps in front of the door on the right, looking curiously at this side.

That should be the golden-eyed White Tiger raised by Yu Lei, the young Gong Feisheng thought to himself.

Xiao Xiao stepped forward, handed the temporary pass and student card to Shen Tu, and replied respectfully: "We are volunteers from the school, and we were seconded by the museum to sort out a batch of exhibits that were put into storage earlier yesterday."

Two red lights burst out from the door god's eyes, and they landed on the two cards.

"Come to work late at night?" Seeing that the procedures were complete, Shen Tu returned the card to Xiao Xiao, scratched his head, his face was full of confusion, and he turned to the other side and shouted: "Do you want to let me go?"

"That's your business." Yu Lei's voice came from the doorway on the right: "... If they confirm that they want to enter the museum at night, and the procedures are complete, there is no reason for us to keep them out."

Golden Eyes White Tiger groaned in agreement.

Shen Tu shook his head, looked at several young wizards, and reconfirmed: "Are you really going in? It's not daytime...not a good time for work."

The young wizards nodded in unison, expressing their own attitude silently.

The door god sighed: "That line...provide the relevant documents, and queue up to enter in order."

When Zheng Qing stuffed the access card and student card into Shen Tu's hands, the tentacles were cold and hard. Looking up, the door god's face was gray and dull, and he realized that this door god was a stone man.

"I almost thought it was real just now!" Zheng Qing hurried forward, leaned into Xiao Xiao's ear, and whispered, "Why don't the school equip more of such delicate alchemy dolls?"

Xiao Xiao turned around and gave him a vicious look. At the same time, he raised his hand and made a movement of pulling the zipper around his mouth.

The young public fee took a step behind and quietly closed his mouth.

The team passed through the doorway silently.

Behind him, came Shen Tu's last warning: "...Remember, the use of large-scale and destructive magic, chasing and fighting, and teleportation evasion are prohibited in the museum... Violation of relevant regulations will be punished according to "First University" The Regulations of the Museum of the History of Magic and Magic will impose corresponding penalties..."

Xiao Xiao had already said these words to everyone in advance.

The whole hunting team was silent, passed through the long and narrow door opening, bypassed the patio behind the door, and entered the first exhibition hall along the left corridor. Zheng Qing did not see the name of this exhibition hall, but judging from the exhibits displayed at the entrance, it should belong to the exhibition hall of the prehistoric barbaric era.

The petrified fangs lie quietly on the velvet cushions, the quaint jade emits a faint cold light in the dark, the tortoise shells are carved with rough runes, the perforated animal bones, the black animal skins with large and small holes eaten by insects, One by one exhibits are displayed in glass cabinets, telling visitors the steps of magic struggling in that barbaric era.

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The soft footsteps of the young wizards echoed in the hall.

As you go deeper into the museum, the magic that emanates from the exhibits in the exhibition halls becomes stronger and stronger.

The first ancient Lai Xianhuo, an eternal fire that will never go out, still exudes a warm light after burning for tens of thousands of years; the first movable spring eye is placed in a bronze tripod, and the clear spring water flows from the spring Eyes gushed out, gathered into the thickness of chopsticks, gurgled, and finally disappeared at the water outlet of the booth; there were also bear skins that ancient Druids needed to perform transfiguration, withered yellow linen strips used by Egyptians to bind mummies, The skull of the Minotaur killed by Hughes on Crete, etc.

The variety of exhibits dazzled the guests, making them almost unable to move.

When the hunting team was once again attracted by a glowing stone mirror in the sloping exhibition hall, Xiao Xiao, the team leader, had to stop and warn everyone: "If we follow your speed, we won't be able to reach our destination at midnight today." ...the museum has always been here, why don't you come and visit during the day?"

"No time." Zheng Qing reluctantly took his eyes back from a golden mask of an Egyptian pharaoh, and muttered: "Classes, library, hunting team training, voluntary labor for school punishment, d&k management... And all that crap."

At the end of the count, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

I have never heard of a first-year student who has so many things to do.

"Only the dead don't have time." Xiao Xiao criticized unceremoniously: "Even the pharaohs in the pyramids still have time to cut their nails and arrange the shrouds hanging on their bodies."

"The mirror doesn't shine during the day." Xin Fatty also raised the quill and retorted in a low voice.

Zheng Qing looked at Jiang Yu, hoping that she would also support her own point of view.

But he found that the witch was frowning, looking into the depths of the exhibition hall, and at some point in her hand, she had already picked up the open spell book, and a series of magic spells flowed slowly between the pages, like a group of ants looking for food.

Zheng Qing followed the witch's gaze, and as far as he could see, it was pitch black without any abnormalities.

"What are you looking at?" he asked quietly.

The witch shook her head, and her tone was a little uncertain: "I always feel that I heard something just now... Didn't you hear it? It seems that someone is whispering over there."

This answer immediately aroused the vigilance of the entire hunting team.

Everyone unanimously took out their Dharma books and made preparations for emergencies. But after watching for a long time, there was still silence in the darkness, and there was no movement at all.