Hunting High School

Even if he was absolutely certain in his heart that the blue Fatty lying on the beach was his classmate, Zheng Qing would not be careless in the slightest. He still inspected Fatty according to the formal procedures in the hunting plan.

During the whole process, Lan Fatty, who was leaning on the beach, was very cooperative, except for wiping his saliva when a young lady in a bikini passed by him, he didn't do anything else.

"Aren't you worried that I'm a ghost in the dream?"

While throwing the talisman papers of Bixie, Fumo, and Shasha on Fatty, Zheng Qing asked curiously, "Are you so worried about my talisman papers?"

Fatty raised his eyebrows, and looked down at a slowly falling talisman.

The yellow talisman fluttered and fell, stuck to the grease and sweat on his body, without arousing any abnormality. After Zheng Qing pinched the talisman and activated the talisman paper, Lan Fatty was wrapped in wisps of green smoke, looking like a giant Buddha enjoying incense.

"That's not normal."

Fatty patted his stomach, took a deep breath, inhaled the smoke around his body, and showed a simple and honest smile: "...and even if you are worried, I have to let you get closer before I have time to react Nah."

While speaking, he folded his hands and put away a small black lacquer box.

Zheng Qing came to a sudden.

The box was about an inch long and two fingers thick, with a small hole the size of a grain of rice on the top of the box, and golden runes painted all over the box. It was the flying centipede they bought at the homeless bar a long time ago.

Flying centipedes like to suck the brains of demons, and are very sensitive to the breath of demons. But that's not to say it only reacts to the devilish breath. This kind of ancient worm's ability to recognize danger and weirdness far exceeds that of ordinary wizards.

The flying centipede in Fatty's hand, because of its young age, can only feel abnormalities within fifteen steps.

Starting from this request, he also hoped that Zheng Qing would be closer.

But there's a catch here.

"I remember that the flying centipede is kept by the Elder." The young public finance student took a step back a little, with a trace of vigilance on his face: "Even if the Elder lent it to you without sacrifice, how would you use it?"

"It's because I don't have the training, so it can only distinguish and analyze the breath within fifteen steps." Fatty squinted at another beauty running on the beach, and at the same time glanced at Zheng Qing from the corner of his eye. Tucao said: "I didn't think it was strange to have a tail hanging behind you, but you still doubt me?"

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Tail?

Zheng Qing was a little puzzled, and turned his head to look back.

He thought Fatty meant that someone was following, but after looking back, he realized that Fatty was talking about the real tail. A thick and long tail covered with soft black fur, as if aware of Zheng Qing's thoughts, poked out from under his robe and tapped a few times.

It looks like a little hand saying hello.

Zheng Qing fell back frightened and almost fell on the beach.

The black tail dangled in the air, trying to help the wizard maintain his balance, which made Zheng Qing feel an indescribable sense of absurdity.

"So it's a fallacy that you just taught me to control myself." Fatty took out a small knife out of nowhere, cut open the roasted camel's belly, reached out and fumbled inside for a long time, and finally found a roasted quail, Biting at the edge of his mouth, shaking his head, he commented:

"You can't even control what you look like, and you want to hide your own thoughts. Isn't it a big joke in the world... The consequence of trying to shield your thoughts is that no matter where you go, there is a fog behind you."

Zheng Qing ignored Fatty's teasing, and quickly took out a mirror from the gray cloth bag.

I took a photo.

It's okay, it's okay, although his face is a little pale, but now he still has his own face, and he didn't run around staring at a cat's face. The young public fee student let out a sigh of relief and looked back.

Like Fatty just said.

Behind him, in the distance, there are patches of thin mist, like the tail of a white robe. Compared with the world that just came to this world, the fog is not thick, but it also smears the originally clean and refreshing beach with a bit more fuzzy and chaotic feeling.

"Let's go, let's go." Fatty gnawed the last piece of breast meat of the grilled quail, threw down the bone, stood up with difficulty, and looked around reluctantly: "...the beauty of the day is so beautiful, who can enjoy the pleasure?" Dream. Gone, gone."

After finishing speaking, he wiped his oily hands on Zheng Qing's robe casually, and rushed towards Maodou, yelling.

The dog meowed and ran away.

Zheng Qing looked at the oil stain on his robe, bared his teeth, and was about to curse a few words when he saw a mist clinging to his robe, wiping away the oil stain.

This is a dream and an illusion.

Zheng Qing nodded thoughtfully, and followed the footsteps of Maodou and Fatty in the distance.

...

...

The water was rippling.

It distorted the originally illusory face of the dream, and also shattered the white mist.

Mr. Wu looked away from the clear water in the copper basin, and looked at the door of Sanyou Bookstore.

"Did that bastard go to the dreamland?"

A yellow whirlwind smashed through the curtain of the bookstore, blowing in front of the reclining chair of the owner of the bookstore, and stopped abruptly: "...that's nonsense! Lawless! How dare he be so reckless! A group of first-year wizards dare to go to the dreamland? ! How do schools teach people now!"

The yellow raccoon blew his beard and stared, growled in a low voice, and flicked the tip of his tail wildly in the mid-air behind him.

Its sound made the copper basin hum, and the clear water in the copper basin also trembled, making the image of the reflection in the clear water fragmented.

Mr. Wu took off his glasses, put the book in his hand on his knees, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the tip of the yellow raccoon's tail. He felt that the cat's tail resembled the tail of some greyhound.

Maybe the cat and the dog were born in the wrong pair? The old man thought to himself, looked up at the ceiling, and once again wondered whether there was something outside the world that would interfere with the operation of this world.

"The school naturally has school rules." Mr. Wu replied casually: "As for why the child went to the dreamland, I can probably guess the reason... and I took him there once before, and he didn't think it was too big. danger."

"Why did you take him there?"

"See the false and the real in this world."

"Didn't you tell him how dangerous the world in the mirror is? Those old things in the depths of the starry sky cannot come to this world, but they can extend their tentacles into the dreamland... Does he know this?"

"I probably don't know." The gentleman looked at the flower cat and spread his hands sincerely:

"But if you keep it in the greenhouse all the time, no matter how rough the grass will be, it will become delicate... just like when you face the sun, you will always feel drowsy. Only when you are blown by the cold wind can you become conscious Some. This is not a big reason, but a little common sense.”