"Are they from the Drama Academy?" Zheng Qing's lips moved, and he complained in a speechless voice: "Why do both of them act like lunatics?"
"It's not like... they are just a bunch of lunatics." Fatty Xin's low voice retorted from the side.
"Shut up, you two!" Dr. Xiao gritted his teeth and groaned: "Are you planning to feed that big-mouthed grunt on the ceiling?!"
Hey, you’ve opened your mouth too! I want to add some food together!
Zheng Qing took a breath and tried hard to suppress his urge to continue complaining.
"Cough, cough, cough."
On the rostrum, the puppet holding his head coughed a few times, and after attracting everyone's attention, he raised a finger and added: "As our lovely secret garden elf just mentioned, there are hidden things in the garden.
Keep our treasure!"
"A priceless treasure."
"It can benefit you for life. Even if you become a great wizard, you will still be able to use endless treasures."
"A treasure that only the winner can get..."
"But, Ye? Phantom? Puppet Master? Your Highness the Puppet, how do we know that the winner can leave your hunting ground safely?" An unexpected voice sounded in the small auditorium, interrupting the puppet man's performance.
In the audience, everyone's heads turned to the speaker.
Curious, malicious, worried, doubtful, etc., all kinds of eyes were mixed together, which was suffocating. A short boy wearing Atlas Academy couldn't even control his Dharma book.
, blowing up a chair in front of him to pieces.
Zheng Qing felt the gazes with different meanings from all directions, his mind ran past ten thousand alpacas, and the words MMP echoed repeatedly in his mind.
He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Xiao Xiao who asked the question.
"Momopi, you just told us to shut up, Hundan!" He silently stared at Dr. Xiao and swallowed hard.
Xiao Xiao ignored the shocked gazes of his companions, and did not pay attention to the different expressions around him. Instead, he frowned, looked at the puppet host on the podium with a serious expression, and added: "...After all,
We know nothing about you."
The puppet man also looked a little surprised.
It seemed that it didn't expect that after all the previous things, someone would have the courage to speak - it even took off the high hat hanging around its neck again and stuffed its head back in order to have a more stable view.
The person who speaks.
"Look, look, a silly red robe!" On the puppet's head, the little old man in a silver robe shouted loudly, his tone full of joy: "The delicious food delivered to your door..."
"Pa!" The puppet man slapped his hat on, blocking all the words behind the secret garden elf's hat tube.
"Polite children will be rewarded everywhere." The puppet grinned, and a big smile appeared on his stiff face: "As a reward, my answer is - no, you don't know."
"You don't know if I will let you out of my hunting grounds safely!"
"You don't know our true identities either!"
"You know nothing!"
It suppressed its smile, pressed its nose, and said softly: "But, this is an opportunity. Isn't it?"
The audience was stunned.
Zheng Qing thought for a moment, and finally admitted in frustration that what the puppet man said did make sense.
Staying in the small auditorium, you have to face neurotic puppets with unfathomable strength, dwarf monsters, and piranha flowers on the ceiling. Moreover, the school's rescue is far away, and it doesn't seem like a safe choice. And obey them.
Asking to go to the hunting ground, maybe there is a chance of survival.
"Mr. Puppet!" Another voice sounded urgently in the corner: "Merlin! I can give you a large sum of gold... If you need it, I will also sign the strictest confidentiality contract! Please...
…”
The puppet curled his lips, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers impatiently.
"Snapped!"
"Ah wu..." A shadow suddenly appeared on the ceiling, and the nightmare-like mouth reappeared, swallowing the wizard who just made a sound into his mouth and chewing it twice.
The pieces of flesh and blood dripping from between its teeth and the corners of its mouth fell sparsely again.
This time, the young wizards in the audience were relatively calm, but some wizards still couldn't help but scream.
"You can call me 'Ye? Phantom Shadow? Puppet Master? Your Highness the Puppet', or you can call me 'Your Highness the Puppet' or 'Your Majesty the Host'," the puppet man shouted at the top of his voice: "Are my words so difficult to understand?
A lot of gold? What do I need gold for?! To make a heavier chair for that little cutie on my head?”
"That's a good idea." The slender staff poked out from under the brim of the hat, opening up a wide gap to reveal the messy beard of the Secret Garden Elf.
The old elf raised one furry foot unscrupulously and put it on the other knee. While scratching the itch with his hands covered with various gemstone rings, he once again showed his sinister laughter: "Pure gold chair,
It sounds like a good idea, ho ho ho ho..."
"No, absolutely impossible!" The puppet man firmly pressed the brim of his hat and pushed the old elf in again: "A solid gold chair... will break my slender neck!"
"Don't even give me a chair! Lock me up in a dark room!!" A huge sound of wood banging came from the puppet man's hat, and the old elf's furious voice came out from the puppet man's ears.
It was like two loudspeakers, resounding throughout the small auditorium: "Then can you speed up a little bit and stop talking nonsense about these foods!!"
"If you don't start the game within five minutes, I'll put two Flobber caterpillars in your ears!!"
The puppet man suddenly shuddered.
"You heard it." It pinched its slender nose, sighed, stretched out its hand to wave, and took the civilized stick that had been discarded for a long time into its hand again, flicked it smoothly, and shook out a few wonderful stick flowers:
"Leave enough soul behind!"
"Only you can buy the rest of your life."
"Shed enough blood!"
"Only can you wash away your sins."
"Abandon all rules and ignore all glory!"
"Here is me-"
"His Highness the Puppet's Hunting Ground!"
A series of milky white light pillars hung from the ceiling, rippled along with this curse, and enveloped all the contestants.
Zheng Qing only felt a white light in front of his eyes, his whole body felt light, and he lost consciousness of his surroundings.
When the white light faded and his vision dimmed again, the young public-funded student was keenly aware of the huge changes in his surrounding environment.
He fumbled, pulled out an eye-catching charm from the gray cloth bag, and patted it on his body.
Everything in front of me suddenly became clear.
There is a thick layer of humus under the feet, surrounded by a dark forest, and you can hear the rustling sounds of many insects. As far as you can see, the other four hunters standing in a haphazard manner
Not far from him.
The hunters from other hunting teams have disappeared without a trace.
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