"Unlucky. ”

Zhang Jixin, who was standing on the periphery of the defensive array, spat viciously.

"There are even more unlucky. Zheng Qing sighed and said, "Because it's just a freshman competition, the process formulated by the school is not so strict...... I mean the roster. ”

He glanced gloomily at the roster on the roster on the rostrum.

The others reacted almost immediately.

In a regular hunt, each team conducts a separate pre-match check, and from the pre-game check, the hunters will only use their own 'codename' to avoid some hidden magical curses.

But as a game that is more entertaining than a game, the freshman competition is very rough in this regard.

All the hunters were gathered in this small hall, and the roster with everyone's names written on them was casually held and read out by a few old students. On weekdays, no one cares about this kind of detail. But after today's accident, that roster has apparently become the 'Achilles heel' for all the hunters in the small auditorium.

At this moment, the 'heel that has not been stained with holy water' is dangling under the puppeteer's long pointed nose, which is unsettling to look at.

Fortunately, the puppet, who was the host, was still immersed in the noise of the others as they pounded the door, beating his hands with an intoxicated face, and his two slender arms trembling like a convulsion, as if he were conducting a grand symphony concert.

The explosion of the talisman was the sound of drums, the screams of incantations were recorders, and the tremor of swords was the sound of triangles and violins intermingling!

The puppeteers slid from one end of the rostrum to the other like a whirlwind, completely immersed in their own musical world, allowing more noise to be made from the audience.

The 'riot' of the young wizards continued for half an hour, until all those who tried to rush out found that they could do nothing about the reddened film of light, and finally gave up in despair, and the riot gradually came to an end.

On the rostrum, the puppeteer with the beat finally slowed down the frequency of the convulsions, and as the sound of the last talisman exploding fell, it trembled and shuddered, and terminated its commanding career.

"Cry, laugh, make trouble!"

The puppeteer opened his arms and chanted in an exaggerated aria:

"Let's fight!"

"Struggle!"

"Despair!"

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

"This is you! a group of amoebic protozoa derivatives!"

"And me!"

"The Great Night, Phantom Shadow, Puppeteer, Puppet Master, Puppet Highness!"

"It will help you single-celled creatures understand the true meaning of life on the hunting ground!!"

There was silence under the rostrum.

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

On the rostrum, the puppeteer, who had finished his aria, suddenly bent over, covered his ears and whispered to the rear: "How did I just say? Is it infectious? I pondered this passage all night, and it was not until ten minutes ago that I finished it with the screams of the little ones......

"Your Highness, what you said is so good!!"

"It makes people cry bitterly and speak the truth of the universe!"

"Touching and thought-provoking!!"

"There are no words to describe the intensity of your words!"

In the shadows behind the puppeteers, a bunch of numbing compliments and compliments rang out in a mess, making the young wizards in the audience nauseous.

But the puppeteer on the rostrum liked the compliments, and even took off his head again, bowing in thanks in exaggerated motions, as if he had just finished a grand opera performance.

"Thank you, thank you very much, I will continue to work hard!!" the puppeteer bowed vigorously, his head in a top hat dripping around his fingertips, and thanked loudly in a buzzing voice: "Thank you for your applause!!Thank you for your applause!!Thank you!

The last few words of it are said very hard, and even give people a feeling of gnashing their teeth.

Almost immediately, three or five loud clapping voices rang out in the shadows behind the rostrum.

The puppeteer still lowered his head, motionless at the young wizards in the audience.

Long.

Zheng Qing hesitated and slapped his face gently.

"Thank you!!" the puppeteer thanked almost immediately.

Zheng Qing sighed and stabbed the doctor next to him.

Xiao Xiao tucked the notebook under his arm and applauded expressionlessly.

Soon, driven by them, there was a warm but slack applause in the small auditorium.

The puppeteer finally put his head back around his neck, then straightened up and lifted the brim of his hat:

"Politeness is more important than people think. ”

It pulled out a neat white silk handkerchief from its front breast pocket, wiped the corners of its eyes pretendedly, sighed, and said.

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

"RULE, NO.2, WHEN HUNTING, THE BIGGEST RULE IS THAT THERE ARE NO RULES!"

"In my hunting ground, you don't need to think about things like the "One Hundred and Eight Guidelines for Hunting" or the "Several Interpretations of the Demon Hunting Committee of the Wizarding Alliance on the Rules of Hunting", and you don't need to care about cumbersome words such as friendship, face, and honor, let alone pay attention to the boring figures such as casualty rates and deaths!"

"There's no need to think about that at all...... Am I going to deduct points for all these ridiculous reasons?!"

The puppet laughed loudly, waved his arms vigorously, and loudly denied:

"No!Of course not!!"

"I'm not going to deduct points from a captain for screwing out the heads of his disobedient players!"

"They won't be deducted points for poisoning a river by a hunting team!"

"I won't deduct the points of the two hunting teams because they fight to the last person left!"

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

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

"Yes, the only chance to survive. ”

"That's the third rule on my hunting grounds...... RULE, NO.3, only the victor can get out of my hunting ground!"

"Death?

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

"If no one dies, will you all come out alive?!, who will water our barren and nourishing hunting grounds?Who will feed our lovely, hungry fairy garden?!"

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