"Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Thieves on the timeline!"

"And the pretenders beyond the world, the ferrymen of the soul, the watchers of the future!"

"Whether you're bloodthirsty immortals, hairy revenants in the graveyard, or pampered cubs of Fenrir and Anubis - in short, you moon-obsessed perverts, allow me to say ......"

"Good afternoon, everyone!!!"

As if to enhance the speaker's momentum, when he finished his last sentence, a violent and chaotic music suddenly sounded in the empty and quiet small hall, and the lights that had been extinguished were turned on at full power again, and flashed a few times, startling everyone again.

After the lights flickered, they gathered together and hit the center of the podium at the front of the small hall.

A tall, lanky figure slipped out of the shadows in a tap dance.

"Dada, dada, dada!"

"Bang bang!"

Four fingers snapped crisply, intertwined with the sound of its footsteps.

Spinning, sliding, it twists its crotch.

The reason for using 'it' is because the figure that appears in the spotlight is a puppeteer with a pale complexion, narrow eyes, and strangely raised corners of the mouth.

It also has a long, thin and pointed snout.

The puppeteer wears a black top hat with a high silk top hat, a crisp black tuxedo, striped pants, a pair of shiny pointed scalp shoes, and a stick in his hand.

If you just look at the dress, it looks like a magician from a circus. Of course, all the young wizards standing in the auditorium did not have this wrong idea.

"Whose puppet are you?!Why are you messing around here!" Xin Xiangbian - the senior officer of the hunting committee, the old student in charge of the pre-game inspection - finally came to his senses from the shock.

"You are seriously disrupting the demon hunting competition, if the school committee knows, the only end is to be dismantled into firewood and stuffed into the fireplace!" he angrily waved the detector and rushed into the puppet's ear and shouted: "Let your master come out! Don't think that you can sit back and relax through a funny puppet!!"

The puppet in the top hat ignored the senior officer of the hunting committee, and tilted his head slightly, careful not to spill saliva from the witch's mouth.

It didn't even squint at the old student, but always used its narrow eyes to look at the young wizards in various hunting costumes in the audience.

“... Only the staff of the Hunting Committee are allowed to stay here!Now, you!Immediately, immediately, get out of here!" Xin Xiangbian waved his arm vigorously and pointed the detector in the direction of the small hall door.

"Smack!"

The puppet raised its arm and snapped its fingers.

"Whew!"

A shadow bounced out of the darkness, wrapped around Xin Xiangbian's waist and pulled him into the shadows behind the podium. A few screams and struggles could be heard in the darkness, but they soon faded away.

There was a slight commotion among the young hunters in the audience - as of now, most of them still haven't figured out what happened, and many people think that this is some pre-game sketch prepared by the hunting committee for the hunters to help them lower their pressure.

After all, this is the No. 1 hunting ground, located deep in the first university.

No one thinks in some bad direction.

In addition to the publicly-funded students of Jiuyou Academy, Zheng Qing, who has just woken up from the state of 'lost soul'. However, he didn't know what was going on now—except for the puppet standing on the stage for a show.

If it's just a puppet, it doesn't seem like a big deal, besides, outside the wall is the stand, and there are more than a dozen senior registered wizards within a hundred meters around, and even Lao Yao may be outside, what danger can there be!

With that in mind, he decided to wait and see for a while.

Of course, before that, he had already quietly communicated with the young wizards around him to make sure that everyone was on their guard.

"No one bothered, it was good, it was good. The puppet muttered quietly, threw the civilization stick into the darkness, and then laughed nervously twice: "Vignette, don't count, this one doesn't count, cut!"

There was silence in the small auditorium, and everyone in the audience looked at it in confusion.

The puppet remained motionless, holding the position of dropping the cane for a few seconds, and then 'clicked' and twisted its neck and 'lived' again.

It walked to the front of the platform, stretched out its arms, raised its head slightly, and said in a subdued tone:

"It's a great honor to witness today's life-and-death hunt!"

"I'm your host, Your Highness the Puppeteer...... Of course, the name is a bit long, so I don't mind you simply calling me 'His Highness the Puppet' or 'Your Excellency'. ”

As he spoke, he took off his head and his top hat, spun around twice in mid-air, and performed a gorgeous and standard 'head plucking ceremony': "As you can see, I am a puppet!"

The puppet's head twirled at its fingertips, and its expression was blurry, making it impossible to tell where the nose was and where the mouth was - and even with it, the tone of its voice was a little more trilling.

But none of this seems interesting in the slightest.

Instead, it gives people a weird, scary feeling.

But where there are people, there are strange things, and there are always some guys with thick branches and strange brain circuits who lack a grasp of the sensitive atmosphere.

"Poof. There was a low laugh from the crowd in the audience, which sounded like a wizard: "I'm afraid the owner of this little puppet has just been in the second year of middle school?"

Zheng Qing nodded in agreement immediately after hearing this.

But I couldn't help but shake my head.

Nodding his head, it's because this name is indeed a bit of a secondary two, but being able to say this kind of shameful name in front of the public is no longer something that ordinary secondary two can explain - in Zheng Qing's view, severe secondary two patients already belong to cognitive impairment and behavioral deviations caused by brain dysfunction, which is a disease and needs to take medicine.

He shook his head because he felt that now was not the time to complain about the puppet's mentality.

"Tut-tut," the puppeteer raised his long, pointed nose and shook it slightly, making a series of lip-smacking sounds from his mouth - and after saying hello, he pressed his head back again.

"It's not going to work, it's not going to work. The puppet raised a finger and shook it in mid-air, then opened his eyes wide and glared at the young wizards in the audience, grinning and bursting into a huge, malicious smile: "As I just said, you can call me 'Night?phantom Puppeteer?Puppet Highness', or you can call me 'Puppet Highness' or 'Your Excellency Host'." ”

"That's the rule. ”

"RULE-NO.1, in the hunting ground, what the host says is the rule!"

"Rule-breaking ......"

The puppet raised his hand, gently rubbed his fingers, and snapped his fingers again.

A huge mouth fell from the sky, and with a 'uh-woo' gulp, the sneering wizard swallowed it, and then chewed it, sprinkling a cloud of warm blood.

The witches screamed almost at the same time. 8)