Hunting High School

Faceless held Zhu Zhu's small mirror in his hand, and looked at the face in the mirror happily.

As long as the painting is good, it can pretend to be any existence.

Not just wizards.

Every time, when it puts on a new look, there will always be such a period of narcissism-even if it wears snake skin to pretend to be a pet snake, it is very happy in the first days.

When Nikita mentioned the primrose and the red fruit to Zhu Zhu, although his faceless eyes were still looking at the mirror, their eyes were a little erratic.

The phrase "It's good to live" suddenly made it think of many past events.

The ability to change appearance and shape as one likes and pretend to be other people is the unique talent of Faceless Demon. A long time ago, wizards discovered their existence, and some ancient books gave them a very appropriate name, painted skin. Because they have no eyes, nose, mouth and ears, the whole face is as clean as a blank canvas.

Painted skin is not born.

Until now, the wizarding world is still arguing about the origin of the painted skin.

Therefore, Faceless doesn't know why it is Faceless—it doesn't know its own origin, its own name, or its original appearance.

When it is conscious, it is already a faceless demon.

When the leader, the captain of the Poseidon, found it, it was curled up and passed out in the woods.

If there is no leader, maybe he would have starved to death long ago - such thoughts often slip through Faceless's mind in his spare time. When it was just born, it almost starved to death because it had no mouth.

It was the leader who taught it how to draw a mouth.

"A head without a face, if you can't even draw a mouth, you will starve to death." The leader said so, then grabbed a small piece of charcoal, and taught it the skill of drawing a mouth on a piece of old parchment.

After Faceless regained his health, he changed his gluttonous mouth for the first time.

In my impression, hunger is a more terrifying nightmare than Death. That day, it seemed to be possessed by gluttons, eating the blood of dozens of people until it was seriously injured due to overeating.

"Only after suffering, can we remember the lesson." This is another sentence the leader said to it.

From that day on, Faceless never drew a bigger mouth.

This kind of slightly pouted cherry mouth is the most suitable for me.

Facing the small mirror, Faceless painted his pouty mouth a little more bright red. The wizards called this seduction—this is also the technique the leader told it, and it kept it firmly in its heart.

"You don't have the right to choose your identity, but you have the opportunity to choose your face." This is the most important sentence the leader said to it: "...what kind of face you choose determines how you will live in the future. During this process In life, choice is not important, but survival is important.”

The words the leader said flashed through the faceless mind, and the erratic eyes gradually regained focus.

It looked at the little witch who looked exactly like itself but was dressed in rags not far away, and sighed deeply for some reason.

Nikita heard a sigh behind him.

But she doesn't care.

At this moment, all her attention was on the little witch in front of her.

"Come with me." She stretched out her hand to the little witch, just like Sir Ulrich stretched out his hand to her in the depths of the Sahara long, long ago: "...that's how everyone started."

'Zhu Zhu' holds the second bowl of tribute.

Along the edge of the bowl, sip the green juice, not refusing to waste a single bit. The surging magic power flowed in her body along with those juices. Her eyes became more and more lively, but the sweet breath on her body became weaker and weaker.

Like a ray of candle flame that is about to run out of wax, it persists in blooming that touch of light in the wind and rain.

for a long time.

The little witch dropped the empty bowl in her hand, burped, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"This is the legendary 'drinking poison to quench thirst'." Her voice was full of vicissitudes that did not conform to her identity, and although her eyes were still blank, they were completely different from the initial blankness.

The initial bewilderment was the bewilderment after the magic power was exhausted and the consciousness fell into a blank.

And the present daze is the daze of uncertainty about the future.

Nikita replied to the little witch with a sentence he had just said: "It doesn't matter what you eat, what you drink, or the color of your eyes...just live."

"But I still want to sit with my parents." The little witch smiled at her, like a ray of sunshine in the morning, a ray of breeze after the rain, clean and pure.

"You will die here alone." Nikita lowered her eyelids, looked at the tattered little leather shoes of 'Zhu Zhu', and said softly.

"Someone said that he will come back to pick me up." The little witch replied very positively.

"You can't wait that long."

"Then make a decision after I die." The little witch bravely waved her hand, then took the own small mirror from Faceless's hand, and took her blank picture book from Nikita's hand, turned around, and turned to Go deeper into the Enchanted Forest.

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The two banshees stood behind her, quietly watching her receding figure without any hindrance. The Zugs hiding under the shadow of the oak tree carefully patted their chests, responding to each other's confusion.

"She won't come back." Faceless said in the crisp voice of the new face.

"It doesn't matter whether you come back or not." Nikita smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to catch a wisp of colorful breeze: "...It's good to be alive."

An old Zug crawled to the feet of the banshees and kissed the soil at her feet.

It patted its chest briskly with its skinny hands, and reported to the banshees what the Zugs had found outside the Enchanted Forest.

Nikita restrained the smile on his face:

"You mean, you saw a hunting party of wizards at the edge of the Enchanted Forest?"

The ancestors slapped their chests vigorously, affirming the banshee's judgment.

"Could it be related to those lightning bolts before?" Faceless asked Nikita in a low voice.

"Perhaps." The banshee didn't answer directly, but let go of the breeze she had just caught. After the breeze left the bondage, he bravely rushed to the sky.

Then it was torn apart by a stronger gust of wind.

Leaving with the stronger gust of wind was a huge shadow. A shadow that hangs over the tribes and banshees from beginning to end.

...

...

The free wind blows from the open field, engulfed with colorful light and diamond dust-like emotional particles, and blows into the tall and dense oak forest.

It caused rustling noises all around.

With the sound of the broad leaves of the oaks

There is also the sound of the thin leaves of the weeds in the field.

Zheng Qing listened to these voices in a daze, a little lost in thought. The temporary guardian circle can isolate the wind with emotions and the rain with memories, but it does not isolate the voices in the wind and rain.

At this moment, in addition to the rustling sound of the wind and rain colliding with the blades and the magic circle, there are also some continuous sounds like wild people beating a small leather drum.

Very noisy.