Hunting College

The night breeze is blowing, blowing the robe horns to hunt.

The gentleman's robe seemed to have become extra wide, covering the eyes of the young public student. Zheng Qing followed her husband and stumbled for a few steps. Feeling that he had just walked out of the hall of the Gini hut, he felt the wind in his ears stopped abruptly.

The corners of the robe that had fluttered and stood in front of him also fell back.

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and the words he had intended to complain about were swallowed back into his stomach unconsciously-he dared to pack the ticket, and his husband had taken him away from Phuket.

Because the boys remember clearly that it is midnight on Phuket Island.

In front of us, there is a new world with a rising sun and vigor. A few inches of tall and low green grass occupies every corner of Zheng Qing's vision. The grass is interspersed with a few mouthfuls of clear spring water and a few low shrubs. The goose-yellow flowers bloom shyly in the sun, like a little daughter-in-law hiding behind the threshold.

"Where is this place?" The boy asked subconsciously.

"A new world." The husband replied indifferently, as if ordinary people said, "Drink soy milk for breakfast".

Zheng Qing opened his mouth without making a sound, then closed it again and tried several times, just like a ruined fish. After struggling for a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can I still come here?"

The voice was full of doubt and strong unconfidence.

"Magic is to turn the impossible into possible." The husband is always patient with students' questions: "As far as I am concerned, yes, it is not difficult to come here... For you, it is an'exception' Privileges."

"Exception?" Zheng Qing immediately realized the ‘forbidden curse’ in his body—according to Mr.’s previous statement, the existence of a forbidden curse is an existence that breaks the rules and is the biggest exception in the world.

With this confidence, he was finally able to adjust his mood and carefully look at the surrounding environment.

The grass spreads far away under the feet of the two, and a black castle stands at the end of the grass. White windmills, red buffaloes, and tall, green-skinned natives create a harmonious pastoral scenery.

Although the aboriginals have slightly different skin colors, their faces are no different from ordinary wizards. They are both happy and happy. Looking at the tools they used, Zheng Qing judged that this was a place in a farming society.

"It's so beautiful." The young wizard took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the leisurely and contented breath in the air: "...When I am old, I will find such a place too, Morningside Take care of the famine and bring Yuehe home."

The husband glanced at him.

"Farming has never been as poetic as Tao Yuanliang said. It is a very hard work." As he commented, the husband grabbed the boy's body that wanted to walk towards the old castle, and put one hand on his shoulder.

"Anytime," he repeated emphatically: "A qualified pioneer, in the new world, at all times, must follow the strictest safety guidelines...Learn to see the essence of things through phenomena."

Nature?

Zheng Qing blinked suspiciously, trying to look at the surrounding scenery-looking at mountains or mountains, looking at water or water, the castle was as quiet as before, and the farmers were as leisurely as ever.

"What the eyes see is not necessarily true." Mr. reminded: "Close your eyes and use your heart to perceive this world."

Zheng Qing honestly closed his eyes.

It was dark in front of me.

Then he heard her husband sigh, and then felt a little cool dampness on his eyelids, as if the husband had applied a layer of water or wind oil on it.

After a while, the darkness in the field of vision faded, turning purple, peach, light yellow, and finally pale.

The verdant pastoral world in front of me has turned into a pale, dead world.

The young grass under my feet is a random pile of hairs, the gurgling springs are bleeding red water, the bushes are a random patchwork of bones, the black castle is unchanged, it is still the same gloomy.

The demon wind gusts, the ghost wind is gusty.

The farmers working in the fields are all deformed and weird, missing eyes, ears, and nose, and their bodies are covered with terrible tumors.

The boy took a breath, took a step back subconsciously, and opened his eyes.

There is another green and vibrant world in front of him. A small yellow flower a few steps away from him is still nodding its head in the breeze, and it is also a bit playful in the delicate beauty.

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again.

The little yellow flower turned into a hideous resentful head, opening his greedy mouth, trying hard to reach the boy, dripping suspicious turbid saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Qing tried to stand on tiptoe, trying to reduce the area of ​​contact with this world.

The husband stood by his side, but the voice seemed to be coming from a very far away place, which was particularly vague: "...Unlike the gentle world, the bottom of this world is very unfriendly to outsiders. Natives can eat. Melons and fruits are extremely poisonous to wizards; the grass that the natives trample at will is a deadly rope to the wizards; the sweet springs that the natives drink are no less than royal water for the wizards... The root lies in a city."

"A'City of Resistance' that exists in a deeper level with this world, in a corner of this world."

"You haven't seen it deep enough... Calm down and imagine that your brain is a radio, a big pot, and can receive endless information... Don't try to analyze any received information, just concentrate on receiving it."

"As long as you see enough and deep enough, you can see the nature of the world."

Zheng Qing closed his eyes and tried to shield the pale and terrifying images outside, muttering words like "I am an antenna of Mo's feelings" and "I am a pot lid".

Soon, endless information flooded his head from all directions, like a thousand birds arguing frantically in his ears, and countless broken and distorted images squeezed into his eye sockets, supporting his eyes. Bloat.

Zheng Qing suspects that if this state continues for a few more seconds, his eyeballs will be squeezed out by the crowd of images.

At that moment, a crisp sound rang from the bottom of his heart, like the sound of glass breaking and ice cracking. As the light and dark in front of him changed, the world constructed by bone skeletons and deformed monsters disappeared from Zheng Qing's eyes.

A huge ‘aquarium’ appeared in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mr. Zheng Qing was standing in front of the transparent water tank with his back turned to him. He looked up and looked carefully.

The boy looked intently. There were no fish or water plants in the aquarium. Instead, there was a gray brain floating in the aquarium, like a tombstone that lost its weight. With the slight fluctuation of the water, dozens of slender cables came from that brain. It stretches out to the deeper place of the water tank.

"This is that city?"

Zheng Qing's voice sounded like it was resounding in an empty square, very thin and weak: "An aquarium?"

"Not one." The husband corrected, and motioned the boy to look away.

Zheng Qing took a step back and raised his head.

up down left right.

As far as I can see, countless "aquariums" are neatly arranged in this space, and countless brains are floating in the turbid liquid, like tombstones, standing between life and death.