Hunting College - Vol 5.2 Chapter 325

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Whether it is watching others burn himself or burning himself, it is a very novel experience. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that he seemed to have a certain resonance with the ancient wizards who were deliberately caught and enjoyed the flame bath.

Therefore, he originally planned to watch the entire parade.

However, when he glared at Fatty Xin fiercely, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar mask—a wizard wearing a crow mask was sneaking past the corner of its eyes and disappeared into the dark woods by the roadside.

The black cat stood up suddenly, and Huang Chengcheng’s Tong Kong shone under the firelight. The mask disappeared very quickly. Although I couldn’t see the number on the mask, the mask’s appearance was unmistakable. It was the crows that appeared in the school hunting competition.

“What?” The wizard in the white mask glanced at the black cat.

“Shh! Don’t make a sound!”

The black cat hissed, like a cat that found a mouse, and it lowered its body, climbed and jumped lightly along the thick branches on both sides of the road, and followed silently.

The sinister made a low laugh, twisted his figure, and disappeared together as a shadow.

The wizards who hid in the trees and ‘participated in the parade’ gathered among the branches on both sides of the road. When the black cat crossed the trees beside the road and went deep into the woods, the surroundings soon became quiet, and the lush branches and leaves looked like dark green streaks. The barrier isolates the noise and shouts of the parade, and after a while, those voices are like the misty clouds in the distance, and they become extraordinarily vague.

Without the interference of human voices, the silence of the night suddenly pervaded.

The gentle night wind, the rustling leaves, the low-pitched insects, and the faint sound of the water were intertwined in the mottled tree shadows, making the black cat feel that he had suddenly come to another world.

The wizard wearing the crow mask was extremely agile, and seemed to be very familiar with the path in the night forest. Even with the flexibility of a cat, after chasing hundreds of meters, he still lost the trace of the wizard.

With a gloomy face, the black cat stood beside a clump of golden forsythia clumps, raised his head, and tried his best to sniff. I could smell the damp breath of the Silent River in the distance, but I couldn’t catch the trace of the ‘crow’ that had just disappeared.

“What are you doing?” Leng Ding looked up at a sycamore tree not far away. A wizard wearing a white mask was sitting on the branch, and he was also looking around at something.

“I’m looking at what you’re doing.” The sinner’s answer was very slick.

The black cat snorted without explanation, continued to sniff, and slowly turned its ears—it had pulled its auricle to the size of a fan, and could clearly hear the sound of a few earthworms turning the soil several meters deep, but still couldn’t hear it A little bit of crow-related news.

After a long while, it accepted the change, and shook its ears listlessly: “Hey…Is there any news about the thing that I asked you to investigate last week?”

The wizard wearing a white mask said hesitantly: “What news? As a sinner of the seven deadly sins, there are too many things to deal with every day… Please remind me.”

“Crow.” The black cat said concisely.

“Oh, they are.”

The culprit coughed, turned over, fell off the tree lightly, and squatted in front of the black cat: “Sorry, apart from the information you provided, there is currently nothing new on the market related to wizards wearing crow masks… If you don’t Mind the timeliness, maybe three hundred years ago, Europa had a lot of similar wizarding activities… Well, of course, there may be some wizards wearing similar masks tonight, but I believe they are not in the scope of what you are looking for.”

The black cat was stunned for a few seconds before realizing the meaning of ‘timeliness’ in the mouth of the sinister – hundreds of years ago, doctors in Europa would wear masks with beaks to treat plague patients, and they were once regarded as messengers of death. Avatar.

The whiskers around its mouth shook, and in the end, they didn’t say anything. After a moment of silence, it turned around and left.

The wizard wearing a white mask stood behind the black cat and watched it gradually go away and slowly merge with the woods under the night. After a long while, he sighed softly, and the figure slowly faded until it disappeared.

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When Fatty Xin returned to the dormitory, it was almost midnight.

He grumbled in front of Fifth Master Ni’s bronze niche for a long time, and gave up a lot of high-end cigarettes before he was finally put into the door by the bronze beast.

The fat wizard turned a ghost mask between his fingers, hummed a little song, with a smile on his face, kicked up the stairs, thinking about the grand and gorgeous parade tonight.

Open the door, the room is dark.

He thought everyone was asleep, so he tiptoed to the side of his bed, but unexpectedly just took two steps when he bumped into a furry thing, causing him to squeak and sit on the ground.

Two bright yellow lanterns as large as discs suddenly appeared in the darkness.

“Fuck! What!”

The fat wizard was taken aback by the two lights, he rolled up and got up and turned on the lights, but most of the room was still dark.

Because a huge black cat is occupying the dormitory, UU reading www. The huge body of uukanshu.com occupied almost every empty corner of the dormitory. It seemed to sense the dull gaze of the fat wizard. The black cat yawned lazily, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth, and licked his mouth with a bright red tongue. .

“You’re back?” The black cat’s voice sounded like a low thunder, and the rumble shook the house: “They have been waiting for you for a long time…”

Saying that, the thick tail, like a black python, fell from the ceiling, rolled up the fat wizard at the door, and hung it directly from the ceiling.

Only then did Fatty Xin notice that there were two guys hanging from the ceiling.

It looks like it’s been hanging for a long time.

Dylan slumped his head, his limbs drooped, his body was limp, his mouth made a suspicious whirring sound, and he looked like he had just fallen asleep; while Dr. Xiao Da held a crystal ball and watched intently.

It’s just that perhaps because of the improper posture of being hung in the air, his glasses are more likely to slip off than usual. Just as the fat man looked at him, the doctor helped him four or five times.

Noticing Fatty’s gaze, the doctor raised his glasses again and greeted him with his eyes.

“When did you grow two more tails?” This was the first sentence that Fatty asked after he regained his senses.

Because he can clearly see that the tail hanging on him, Xiao Xiao and Dylan’s tail, belong to three, all grow out of the black cat’s butt, which completely breaks his previous inherent recognition of black cats. Know.

Hearing the fat wizard’s question, the child holes in the two huge cat eyes in the room closed dangerously, the whiskers at the corners of the mouth swept back, and Bai Sensen’s teeth showed a little sharpness: “It’s all this time, you still have thoughts about me. How many tails do you have? Why not care how many lives you have first?”