Monster Hunting High School

"Tough luck."

Zhang Jixin, who was standing outside the defensive formation, spat viciously.

"There's something even more unlucky." Zheng Qing sighed and added: "Because it's just a freshman game, the school's procedures are not that strict... I mean the roster."

He glanced at the roster on the rostrum table with gloomy eyes.

Youzui and the others reacted almost immediately.

In a regular hunting competition, each hunting team will conduct a separate pre-match inspection, and starting from the pre-match inspection, the hunters will only use "code names" as their respective titles to avoid some hidden magical curses.

But as a game that is more entertainment than competitive, the freshman game was very rough in this regard.

All the hunters were gathered in this small auditorium, and the roster with everyone's names was casually held and read out by several old students. On normal days, no one would care about such details. But after today's unexpected incident, that roster has obviously become the 'Achilles' heel' of all the hunters in the small hall.

At this moment, the "heel that has not been dipped in holy water" is dangling under the puppet's long pointed nose, which makes people look uneasy.

Fortunately, the puppet as the host was still immersed in the various noises made by others when they rushed to the door. He was beating the time intoxicatedly, and his two slender arms were shaking like a convulsion, as if he was directing a group of people. A grand symphony concert.

The explosion of the talisman is the sound of the drum, the scream of the spell is the recorder, and the tremor of the swords is the sound of the triangle and the violin! It was mixed with the shouts and screams of young wizards and wizards - even famous actors in real operas would not work so hard.

The puppets slid from one end of the podium to the other like a whirlwind, completely immersed in their own musical world, allowing the audience to make more noise.

The 'riot' of the young wizards lasted for less than half an hour, until all those who tried to rush out found that they were powerless against the red light film, and finally gave up in despair, and the riot gradually came to an end.

On the rostrum, the time-beating puppet finally slowed down its convulsions. As the sound of the last talisman exploding fell, it trembled and shivered, ending its conductor career.

"Cry! Laugh! Let's make trouble!"

The puppet opened its arms and sang in an exaggerated aria:

"Fight!"

"Struggle!"

"Despair!"

"Feel each other's presence in the blood, and pursue the meaning of existence in death."

"This is you! A group of amoeba derivatives!"

"but me!"

"Great Night? Phantom Shadow? Puppet Master? Your Highness the Puppet!"

"Will help you single-celled creatures understand the true meaning of life on the hunting grounds!!"

There was silence under the rostrum.

This time, everyone was not silent out of curiosity, but in fear.

On the rostrum, the puppet who had finished his aria suddenly bent over and turned around, covering his ears and asking in a low voice: "How was what I just said? Is it contagious? I thought about this passage all night, and I didn't think about it until ten minutes ago. Finished with the screams of those little ones..."

"Your Highness! What you said is really great!!"

"It makes people cry and tells the truth of the universe!"

“Heart-moving and thought-provoking!!”

"There are no words to describe the strong appeal in your words!"

In the shadows behind the puppet, a bunch of numbing compliments and praises sounded in a chaotic manner, making the young wizards in the audience feel sick.

But the puppet on the rostrum liked these compliments very much. It even took off its own head again and bowed in exaggerated gestures, as if it had just completed a grand opera performance.

"Thank you! Thank you very much! I will continue to work hard!!" The puppet man bowed vigorously, with his head wearing a high hat spinning on his fingertips, and said thank you loudly in a buzzing voice: "Thank you for your applause. ! Thank you for your applause!

The next few words are said very forcefully, even giving people the feeling of gnashing one's teeth.

Almost immediately, three or five loud applauses sounded from the shadows behind the rostrum.

The puppet man still lowered his head, facing the young wizards in the audience, motionless.

for a long time.

Zheng Qing hesitated and clapped his hands lightly.

"Thank you!!" The puppet man shouted his thanks almost immediately.

Zheng Qing sighed and poked the doctor next to him.

Xiao Xiao put the notebook under his arm and clapped his hands expressionlessly.

Soon, led by them, there was a burst of warm but lazy applause in the small auditorium.

The puppet finally put his head back on his neck, stood up straight, and held up the brim of his hat:

"Politeness is more important than people think."

It pulled out a neatly folded white silk handkerchief from its breast pocket, pretended to wipe the corners of its eyes, sighed, and said this.

"In response to your enthusiastic applause, I declare the second rule of the hunt."

".2. When hunting, the biggest rule is that there are no rules!"

"On my hunting ground, you don't need to consider things like "One Hundred and Eight Rules of Hunting" or "Some Explanations of the Wizards Alliance Demon Hunting Committee's Rules of Hunting", nor do you need to care about camaraderie, face, honor and other burdens. words, let alone boring numbers like casualty rate and death toll!”

"There is no need to think about this at all...Am I going to deduct points from you for these ridiculous reasons?!"

The puppet laughed shrilly, waved its arms vigorously, and denied loudly:

"No! Of course not!!"

"I will never deduct points from a captain just because he screwed off the heads of his disobedient players!"

"We will never deduct points from a hunting team just because they poisoned a river!"

"We won't deduct points from the two hunting teams just because they fought until the last person left!"

"You don't need to pay attention to those backward, funny, and weird precautions..."

"The only thing you need to focus on is how to win the final victory...get the only chance of survival."

"Yes, the only chance of survival."

"This is the third rule on my hunting ground... 3. Only the winner can walk out of my hunting ground!"

"Death? That's necessary!"

"Only blood can wake up your confused little heads!"

"No one is going to die, so how about we let you all come out alive?! You are all alive, who will water our barren, nutrient-deficient hunting grounds? Who will feed our lovely, hungry secret garden elves?!"

As if to answer its question, an old, greedy voice rang out from the puppet's top silk hat: "I'm so hungry..."

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