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Upon hearing the words "Shougui", Zheng Qing subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xiao.

This is the second time he has heard of this place today.

Seprano just said that Liu Feifei's suspected faceless cobra disappeared in the Shougui mud pond on the east bank of Linzhong Lake. And now, Professor Garcia also said that the longevity turtles there saw black sheep.

There are too many coincidences, it is not a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's idea of ​​leaving the market became more and more urgent.

But before leaving, he needs to find Jiang Yu and Poseidon-he has no guts to leave Poseidon back to school alone. Then what Su Shijun cuts off is not his shadow.

After bidding farewell to Professor Garcia, Zheng Qing made a big circle around the polder market.

The trail of the witches is easy to find.

They were standing at the door of a fish-skin tent on the edge of the polder, looking inside. The little fox lay in Jiang Yu's arms, playing with his tail boringly, while Kolma was attached to Jiang Yu's ear, whispering something, with a bad smile on his face.

Jiang Yu's cheeks were a little red, and his eyes were shiny.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Qing called out from a distance.

His voice is very conspicuous in the quiet polder market, attracting a lot of attention around him. This pressure caused the wizard to swallow the words behind.

After seeing Zheng Qing, Kolma sighed slightly, a trace of disappointment flashed across his face.

"Where is this... divination?" Zheng Qing walked in and saw a short fishbone wood sticking out of the side of the fishskin tent, with a small blue flag on the wood, and it was written scribbled in ink. The word'Bu'.

"This is the ancient divination technique handed down by the murloc tribe. It is a very old and very ancient psychic divination method." Kolma explained: "It's just that the accuracy is not so good...The school probably only studies ancient divination rituals. The wizard knows a little bit."

Hearing that it was related to divination, Xiao Xiao's eyes brightened clearly.

"Do you want to fortune anything?" Zheng Qing asked curiously.

Jiang Yu's face, which had been restored to calmness, blushed again, and said in a hurried tone: "Sheep, goat milk...we, we want to ask what is going on with goat milk in school!"

Zheng Qing gave her a suspicious look.

Kolma pouted her lips without saying a word. The little fox smiled in Jiang Yu's arms and stumbled, his tail twitched, as if he could laugh at any time. Jiang Yu pursed his lips, kneading his fingers skillfully behind the little fox's ears and between the neck, and soon Poseidon snorted comfortably.

You are a fox, not a cat!

Zheng Qing sneered, and then asked: "Then have you finished divination?"

This time it was Colmar who answered him.

"If the divination is over, we won't stand at the door, will we?" She held her arms and stood lazily to the side, seeming to have lost interest in the things behind.

"Since it hasn't started yet, let's go take a look." Xiao Xiao immediately spoke, and at the same time helped the black-rimmed glasses on his face: "I have always been interested in psychic divination... but because this kind of magic involves Many uncertainties and mysterious pollution make it difficult to find a fortune-teller who is familiar with the relevant rituals outside."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a second, and finally agreed.

It took dozens of minutes anyway, so long had been wasted in the polder market, and going out earlier or later had little effect. And he hasn’t figured out who to look for after he goes out-is to go to Lin Guo first, and tell the little wizard that there is a glimmer of hope about the black goat; or go to the bookstore to find the yellow raccoon and ask him if there are any mud ponds where the stubborn turtle stays. Taboo; or go to Professor Yao and ask the school to investigate whether there is a monster hiding on the east bank of Linzhong Lake.

In short, either method has pros and cons.

Xiao Xiao opened the curtain of the fish-skin tent first and walked in. Then Jiang Yu held Poseidon, and then Colmar. Zheng Qing was the last to go in.

As soon as he entered the tent, he couldn't help coughing violently.

The tent was filled with a thick smoke, as if someone was burning the wet pine wood, or as if hundreds of big men were smoking dry tobacco together. The bluish white smoke filled every corner of the tent, and people could not be seen from a few meters away.

Violent coughing sounded one after another.

It lasted for dozens of seconds, the coughing gradually stopped, and the smoke in the tent dissipated a lot. Zheng Qing was finally able to see the figures of his companions and the decorations in the tent-the wizard doubted that the dissipated smoke was caused by They sucked into their stomachs. This made him feel a little bad.

"Welcome...his... welcome."

A harsh and hoarse voice sounded at the end of the tent, where a long stone table was placed, behind which sat a rickety old murloc.

The old murloc is already very old, with huge eyes occupying almost a quarter of its face. The white and blue-gray eyes together constitute a dying breath. The fins on its back were dry and sparse, and the scales on its hands had fallen off a lot. When talking, the fish's whiskers at the corners of the mouth trembled slightly, as if the voice was a little louder, the fragile fish's whiskers would break away from its lower jaw.

Even at the First University, Zheng Qing had never seen such an old murloc.

Compared with it, Professor Garcia is simply a strong murloc boy!

This is a wandering murloc, Zheng Qing's first reaction confirmed this fact. Not only is this old murloc image unfamiliar and full of the atmosphere of the island, but also because its dress is incompatible with the murloc in Linzhong Lake.

For example, a rosary made of a baby’s skull, a human-skin hat on the head, a cloak woven with unicorn hair and blue luan bird tail feathers—such as magical items that contain a lot of contraband, the murlocs on Phuket Island They have long been transformed to forget how to use them.

Only the wandering murlocs from outside will retain the traditions of these ancient murlocs.

Perhaps this also explains why this murloc will use ancient psychic divination.

Unlike Zheng Qing’s attention to the old murloc priest, Xiao Xiao looked at every little decoration in the tent~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His eyes were from the huge antlers hanging on the surrounding walls, dry bear skin, The elephant skull with ivory and the whip twisted from the oxtail slid across pieces of jewelry, and the feather pen in his hand crazily recorded everything on the black notebook.

A burst of clear and ethereal singing sounded suddenly.

Zheng Qing turned his head suddenly and noticed that besides the old murlocs, there were also a row of little murlocs in animal skin robes sitting in the tent. They are the choir of the old priests.

It is different from the ferocious appearance and muddy breath of the adult murloc.

The aura of the young murloc body is very clean, and looks a little cute. Big eyes, translucent scales, clean and soft fins, and the crisp and beautiful sound.

People can't help but think of a sentence.

‘One is the flesh and blood made of water, and the other is the muddy matter of the nirvana’

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