High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 631 - 300 Slaughterhouse_1

Chapter 631: Chapter 300 Slaughterhouse_1

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.

The Tiger Demon played with the Monkey Demon’s head as if it were a ball next to him. Zheng Qing could only lie still in his original spot, constantly repeating to himself, ’I don’t exist,’ ’I don’t exist,’ ’I don’t exist.’

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Time continued to elapse, second by second.

The waiting time should have been exceptionally agonizing, but due to extreme fatigue, Zheng Qing unintentionally fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was lost in confusion for quite some time before he suddenly realized his current situation.

Cold sweat immediately trickled down his temples.

For a moment, he was amazed at his own audacity — the sky was about to fall, yet he managed to sleep! If, indeed, he were to be decapitated by the Tiger Demon while asleep, he wondered if he would become a headless ghost in the future.

Regaining consciousness, Zheng Qing first examined the sky.

As expected, he couldn’t discern anything.

The sky was still dark and obscure, giving a hazy feeling. The sun always hung lazily just above the horizon, a lifeless figure - as Zheng Qing remembered, the Hunting Ground had looked like this for a long time. He didn’t know if there was some flaw in the basic rules of this small world.

Pulling his thoughts back from time, Zheng Qing took a gentle breath, feeling that his body had regained some strength.

He quietly tilted his head and looked to the side.

The massive Black Tiger Demon was asleep with its eyes closed. Its giant fan-like front claws were piled together, with the Monkey Demon’s pitiful head still under them. In the dim twilight, Zheng Qing could clearly see the deep black holes where the Monkey Demon’s eyes used to be, with two dark purple blood trails trickling down from its eye sockets, leaving a deep mark on its dark yellow, rough skin before disappearing into its unkempt fur around its neck.

Zheng Qing felt his heart pound abruptly.

He hesitated for a while, took a breath, kept a close eye on the Black Tiger Demon, and attempted to push his stiff body up, trying to crawl quietly.

The Tiger Demon, who had been napping with its eyes half-closed, slightly lifted its eyelids and glanced at him.

Zheng Qing’s movements froze instantly.

"I’ve been spotted by a damn fierce Tiger Demon! I dare not move a muscle! What should I do?!"

"Should I pretend to be a cat and become its minion?!"

"A dead man tells no tales, but a survivalist lives a million years. Time to be a coward! Fear nothing, just do it!!"

"What if I can’t...urgent advice needed online!"

A heap of jumbled thoughts popped up in his mind. But before these thoughts could fade, the Tiger Demon changed its position and continued to nap, seemingly not caring about the young wizard’s minor moves.

Zheng Qing stiffened for a few seconds in his place, then finally gritted his teeth and sat up.

Then he glanced slightly into the distance, and was immediately dumbstruck.

Dead demons.

There were dead demons everywhere.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was littered with dead demons, as if it were the site of a massive demon slaughterhouse.

Several Ox Demons lay sprawled on the wild lands, with their legs outspread and bellies touching the ground, their necks bearing horrifyingly large wounds still oozing dark red blood. In comparison, the Snake Demons seemed to be in a much more tragic state—they’d been split into two pieces from head to tail and were hanging in the wild shrubs, like rows of air-dried meat.

Then, there were the Wolf Demons, the cunning demons that had once left the Absolution Hunting team with no escape routes—they were planted into the ground one by one.

Yes, it was precisely what the word ’planted’ meant. Like seedlings placed in a paddy field, their heads pushed downwards into the soil and half of their bodies sunk, revealing only their tails. Neatly aligned in a square, a ’wolf field’ was thus made.

Even the white Wolf Demon King was not spared, occupying a foot of land in the center of this "wolf field."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the fluffy thick tails of the wolf demons moved slightly like wheat ears, unconsciously giving off an illusion of harmony and a promising harvest in the fall.

In contrast, the Monkey Demons, who merely had their heads cut off and played with like balls, seemed not in such an awkward situation.

Zheng Qing turned his stiff neck around, surveying the surroundings.

All around was the same sight.

At the center, where he and the Tiger Demon were, the dismembered bodies of dead demons sprawled all over, thickly-dotted across the wilderness, nearly dyeing the whole grasslands a sauce-red.

The abundant vitality slowly vaporized under the dim sunlight, hovering in mid-air, gradually building up into a dark red mist, akin to a decaying peach blossom marsh.

The young wizard involuntarily swallowed saliva, the Talisman paper between his fingers silently slipped off, and then he quietly pulled his hand out of the grey cloth bag.

Originally, he planned to launch a sneak attack on the Tiger Demon, but after witnessing this purgatory-like horrifying scene, those little tricks instantly vanished like smoke.

If it could shred so many demons into pieces of meat scattered on the ground, could this black tiger be the legendary great demon?

A great demon also appeared, was the damn puppet planning to exterminate the new hunters! It definitely had no intentions of letting anyone go!

Zheng Qing madly cursed a certain wicked and eccentric puppet in his heart, wishing he could burn it into charcoal with a fireball!

The only bit of good news was that the black Tiger Demon hadn’t ripped him to shreds.

Perhaps because it was full from a recent meal?

Zheng Qing knew that aside from preying on wizards, the eroded and transformed demons can sustain themselves by devouring each other—it was just that this practice of same-species cannibalism was limited to instinct-driven packs of Wild Demons—one of the methods hunters use to identify types of demons.

So, there was a high possibility that this Tiger Demon was an eroded and transformed demon.

But, it was also uncertain—what if this Tiger Demon had strange tastes and didn’t like to eat wizards? An innocent thought suddenly popped into Zheng Qing’s mind.

The young wizard cautiously moved his stiff limbs, allowing the blood to flow back into his nearly dried up veins. He then tilted his head and said in a very small voice, "Tiger Lord? Are you hungry?"

"If you’re not hungry, can I leave?"

(Perfect tone!) He gave himself a pep talk in his heart—very polite, keep it up!

The Tiger Demon lifted its eyelid, glanced at the young wizard, but didn’t show any further movement.

This gave Zheng Qing immense courage.

He stood upright and staggered over several demon corpses, attempting to leave this slaughterhouse.

After taking a few steps, he looked back and found the black tiger that was originally napping on the ground opened its mouth wide, yawned a big yawn, shook off the blood scabs and dust on its body, and casually followed him.

"Oh my God!"

Zheng Qing let out a silent cry in his heart and started running as fast as he could.

But he hadn’t run far when the piercing pain in his chest appeared again.

He glanced to the side, and the black Tiger Demon was briskly following him, keeping a leisurely pace, sometimes snorting, shaking its ears, as if going for a stroll.