Hunting College

The sun slanted west, and the tired bird came home.

The young freshmen finally finished their work by the mud pond, dragging their tired bodies away from the lake.

"After a hard work this afternoon, I was given a credit." Zheng Qing rubbed his sore shoulder, stared at the bright red number on the student card, and sighed.

"Bite us?" Zhang Jixin rolled his eyes and hummed.

His already red face has been deeply processed by the scorching sun, and it is red and purple, red and black. This also made his temper a lot more irritable.

Zheng Qing twitched his lips awkwardly when he remembered that he had forcibly taken the matter.

"A credit is not bad too," Duan Xiaojian said with a round-up, hehe with a smile: "You know, many people work hard for a week and never earn a credit...I am very satisfied anyway."

"And lunch is also good." Fatty Xin wiped his mouth still.

"If you still want to eat that kind of hearty lunch, then after class is over tomorrow, at the pier of Zhonghu Lake, do a little favor, and the food will be enough!" Old man Verne's coarse laughter sounded behind several young people, They were taken aback.

Zheng Qing turned his head, the old school worker was walking over with a wooden stick striding over.

Master May dragged his tail and followed his feet lazily.

"How about, little fat guy, can you come?" The old school worker's mouth curled up: "Enough food!"

Fatty Xin's face flushed, then turned pale, then turned blue, and finally turned into the same black as the bottom of the pot.

Zheng Qing never knew that a face could change so many colors.

This made him greatly admired.

Of course, this is not the time to admire the speed of fat man's face change.

"Where are you going?" Duan Xiaojian smiled, leaning to the old man.

"Where are you going?" The old school worker snorted heavily: "Go to Houyuan to find the professors who are sleeping in the abbey... It's hot, even the first-year dolls are working, they fall Sleep comfortably!"

"Did you find the murderer?" Zhang Jixin roared anxiously.

"It's not that easy," the old man Verne shook his head, but nodded again: "But there are indeed some eyebrows."

"It's a bug, right!" Zheng Qing looked at the old man with certainty.

The others straightened their ears immediately.

"Humph." The old man glanced at them with a smile, his cane paused, his feet didn't touch the ground, and he went straight away.

Only a word remained, accompanied by the evening breeze, slowly drifting into their ears.

"Don't guess, don't talk nonsense, don't believe in rumors... Although you are in the first university, there are nine universities here after all."

The young wizards watched the old man disappear into their field of vision in two steps, without seeing the magic he used.

"This is the legendary eight steps to catch the cicadas!" Zhang Jixin was amazed: "It is said that the old school workers are hiding dragons and crouching tigers. I honestly don't deceive me!"

"What eight steps to drive the cicada, nine steps to fly to the sky," Fatty Xin sneered, "It's obviously a magic flash! Very old-school magic skills...but young people rarely practice it now."

Zheng Qing stared at the old man's disappearing back and smacked his lips, but he was puzzled by the wording of his last sentence.

"What does the rumors he said," the public-sponsored student looked around.

However, the surrounding friends shrugged their shoulders and spread their hands. They all said that they had been working hard with him all afternoon, so they were naturally confused.

Until you open the door of the dormitory.

Zheng Qing's question got some answers.

A shiny bronze mirror was hung on a chandelier overhead by a thin thread, hanging brightly in the center of the dormitory, spinning slowly.

The sun's rays outside the window passed through the glass and fell on the copper mirror, and as it slowly rotated, it shot across the entire room.

As soon as Zheng Qing opened the door, he happened to see the light sweeping from the bronze mirror, which immediately shook his eyes.

"What!" He squinted and shouted, "What's in the house?"

"It's nothing more than an evil spirit mirror." Dylan's kind voice came from the balcony: "Be careful when you enter the door, don't step on the fruits of my labor!"

Zheng Qingwu stood at the door rubbing his eyes, and the Fatty Xin behind him squeezed him away impatiently and jumped in.

"Huh!" The fat man's exclamation sounded one after another: "Great!"

"Is this a mahogany sword? It was made by lightning strike wood! I can see the sparks jumping above it!"

"It's not an electric spark, it's just a wave of magic." Xiao Xiao's calm voice also sounded in the dormitory: "In addition, if you continue to touch the sword with your hand, I bet you will not be able to eat with utensils tomorrow. Up."

Zheng Qing stepped on the indigo carpet.

A puff of soot rose into the air, and the tangy smell ravaged his sense of smell.

"What's this again!" Zheng Qing fluttered with arms, eyes red, and her nose was covered with tears.

"You mean grass lime?" Dylan's head poked out from the sliding door of the balcony, revealing a flushed face: "Just stay lightly...Don't jump around in the room, it's easy to choke. Myself."

"Grass lime is an old recipe made by burning calamus, mugwort, and peach branches into ashes, mixed with dead jade powder, to get rid of voodoo gu insects," Fatty Xin didn't care about the dusty breath in the house at all Falling down on the bed, he explained pretendingly: "This is the cleaning potion that was always available in the wizard's house."

Zheng Qing held his breath, settled carefully on the carpet, and looked around.

"So," he raised his head and looked at Dylan: "You are doing nothing in the house!"

Dylan was kneeling in front of the small door on the balcony, biting an iron ruler in his mouth, holding a carving knife in his hand, and sculpting something on the door frame stroke by stroke.

His neat blue robe on his body was stained with stains and looked crumpled.

Hearing Zheng Qing's question, he did not answer immediately.

Dylan took off the iron ruler from his mouth, buttoned his upper and lower teeth, sucked in the air-conditioning, and said, "As you can see...I'm adding some protection to the dormitory. You just came back. , Quickly draw ten and eight evil-shielding talisman, and stick more in the room, so that's right!"

"What?" Zheng Qing said with a dazed expression: "Why! ... What are you doing!"

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"Exorcising ghosts?" Zheng Qing was surprised: "Where are ghosts!"

"Don't you know?" The blood-sucking werewolf pouted his ass, put his eyes on the door frame, carefully checked his carved rune, and hummed without looking back: "It's still the pot of your institution... Your institution ran in with an invisible head Demon, disaster has caused a group of magical creatures, and the students of other colleges who are boarding at the university are also terrified."

"Invisible Demon?" Zheng Qing was inexplicable.

"Shou tortoise lays down the corpse, the kappa is old. This is a great omen! It means that an invisible demon has come to this institution..." Dylan finally straightened up, turned his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the matter solemnly. Zheng Qing warned: "You have little common sense, I will not lie to you!"

Zheng Qing nodded suspiciously, and didn't say a word.

He clearly remembered that the old school worker mentioned that the culprit by Linzhong Lake was not a monster.