Although he has been in school for less than two years, Zheng Qing has seen many big scenes.
He has seen the members of Parliament under the moon, dark wizards, alien gods, legends, etc.; he has been to the world in the mirror, to the world in the night, and to the scenes of tens of thousands of wizards and demons fighting.
I have seen it before, even he himself blew up once and checked in the blank land.
Relatively speaking, the campus hunting party held by First University should only be considered a small event.
He originally thought he wouldn't be nervous anymore.
But when everyone he met in the school was talking about the selection competition in the evening, the dangers of the dreamland, and how fierce the competition among the hunting teams participating in the hunting competition was, the young public-funded students couldn't help but become nervous.
He was worried that the Exoneration Hunting Team would miss the mark and he would be hunted down by Su Shijun's fanatical fans.
He was also worried that he would accidentally blow up the hunting ground in the dreamland during the game, and the seeds of the forbidden curse would be exposed, and then he would be hunted down by a group of dark wizards.
He was also worried that Su Shijun would make a mistake during the instruction and reveal Poseidon's identity, and that he would be hunted down by everyone.
Thinking that any bad outcome would be that he would be chased by a group of people, the young public-sponsored student could not help but feel a little sorry for himself. He silently raised his middle finger and cursed the fucked up world.
This nervousness reached its peak at the Sunday night class meeting when the two monitors distributed ‘admission tickets’ to the students.
"I feel a little sick to my stomach."
The young public-funded student rubbed his belly and stared at the palm-sized piece of yellow paper in front of him, feeling that the dinner he had just eaten was slowly rising up his throat.
Fatty Xin, who was sitting in the front row, immediately turned his head and said eagerly: "I..."
"No, no need, I feel fine now." The young public-funded student politely refused - he had already made up his mind that he would not eat anything the fat man handed him before the school hunting party was over - and at the same time, he picked up a pen and wrote in
Under Downton's supervision, he signed his hunter's ticket.
The 'admission tickets' for the school hunting competition are divided into 'Hunter Tickets' and 'Spectator Tickets'. They are the charms used by the Hunting Committee to lead hunters and spectators into the dreamland. They are made of yellow paper. The only difference is that the Hunter Tickets
The name of the hunting team was written in a talisman pen on one side, while the spectator tickets were only marked with the words 'not for sale'.
According to Downton's explanation on the podium, everyone only needs to stuff this 'ticket' under the pillow before going to bed, and after falling asleep, they can enter the venue prepared by the Hunting Committee.
"What if I didn't dream at night?" Fatty likes to argue on any issue.
"Roast two handfuls of lavender before going to bed, or prepare a pack of thyme." Downton was obviously prepared for this question, and answered without thinking: "If you are worried about accidentally having a nightmare, you can make a nightmare doll in advance, or hang it next to the bed.
A bunch of mistletoe sprigs... a sprig of rosemary would also work."
"Verbena works too!" A classmate shouted loudly from another corner of the classroom: "Hang verbena beside the bed before going to bed can also prevent nightmares!"
"The only bad thing is that after you use verbena, you need to wash the quilt and sheets when you get up in the morning." Fatty Xin laughed loudly.
The classroom suddenly burst into laughter.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth - besides helping sleep, verbena also has another important function as aphrodisiac. The ointment made with verbena is a necessity for preparing many classical love potions.
After this interruption, Zheng Qing's nervousness eased, and his tumbling stomach became much calmer.
This calm effect was very good and lasted until he returned to the dormitory and lay down in the tent of the six-poster bed.
Before going to bed, the wizard deliberately dug out the nightmare doll Jiang Yu had given him before and stuffed it under the pillow together with the hunter's ticket. The aroma of roasted lavender floated in the dormitory, mixed with the melodious purring of the fat cat and the elves.
With a slight sigh, the wizard soon fell asleep.
When he came to his senses again, he was in a thick blue-white mist.
The fog was very thick, and there seemed to be many dark shadows deep in the fog, making it difficult to distinguish. Zheng Qing subconsciously took out the rune gun and rotated the magazine to the position of ordinary rune bullets.
The crisp sound of the gun's rotation was particularly clear in the fog - Zheng Qing suspected that the loudness had a lot to do with his confidence in the rune gun.
"Captain, don't shoot! Our own people... don't shoot!"
Fatty Xin’s whistling voice came from the mist: “Just now, I was thinking whether the trials would start as soon as I came in... But as soon as I heard the familiar sound of your rune gun, I knew that I was surrounded by my own people... You
If you shoot casually, the hunting game may not have started yet, and you will have to lose more than half of your troops in the battle."
That mean voice and nagging way really resemble a fat wizard.
As he spoke, Zheng Qing suddenly noticed that the fog around him had become much thinner. At the same time, Fatty Xin's huge figure gradually became clearer. He was waving his arms happily towards Zheng Qing.
The young public-funded student was holding a talisman gun and looked at the fat man warily - this was not the first time he had entered the dreamland, and he deeply hated the elves in the dreamland who had bad imitation habits.
"Don't worry, it's true." Another familiar voice sounded from behind Zheng Qing, and with this voice, the surrounding fog became clearer.
Xiao Xiao walked out of the fog holding his notebook, looked around thoughtfully, adjusted his glasses, and analyzed out of habit: "...This fog should be a by-product of the intersection of a large number of spirits, similar to 'strange'
The 'unknown' that results... will continue to fade as you find the 'anchor' of the 'familiar'."
Zheng Qing silently put away the talisman spear.
Those who can speak such a lot of hard-to-understand words are definitely not those stupid elves in dreams who can’t make up any lies. Moreover, the changes in the surroundings are also confirming the doctor’s analysis - more and more figures are emerging from the fog.
It appears clearly, and the fog quickly disappears as the popularity gathers.
"I thought I could ride on a pumpkin cart or ride a rabbit after I came in." Dylan's shiny hair stood out among the crowd. He walked up to Zheng Qing, looked around carefully, and then whispered into his captain's ear.
: "Where is the congressman? Isn't she with us?"
"The instructors are having a meeting at the referee's bench and will be here soon." Zhang Jixin squeezed into the small circle of excusers, his voice as loud as ever: "I heard from my brother that the first round of selection is very simple... as long as you can win...
The longer you hold on, the better.”
It's great to have a brother who is Lei Zhe.
Zheng Qing sighed with envy and looked around again. The surrounding fog had completely dissipated. The hunters gathered in small circles in small groups. There was a curved dome above their heads and silver-gray under their feet.
On the floor, there is a low podium not far away, with a puppet with a bright smile standing on it.