Hunting College

　　 There is no right or wrong in the black prison, only the difference between the living and the dead.

　　 This point has been deeply understood in Zheng Qing's simple communication with the demons.

　　The longing for'life' of living beings is the mark engraved in the deepest part of the bloodline. It is a higher level of instinct that transcends all acquired shackles such as race, principle, and morality.

When a life struggles for a long time in the endless darkness, experiencing the pain of life passing by, but not being able to die immediately, its desire for life will gush out from the deepest part of the blood, bursting like fire, which can break all bonds. .

　　 This is Hell.

　　 The most cruel mercy of wizards to demons.

　　 Therefore, the performance of the old lich did not exceed the expectations of the young wizard.

　　 "Yes, yes, you are stone sculptures."

　　 Zheng Qing waved his hand to stop the old lich from continuing to kneel and lick, and asked directly: "I will only ask you once, how can I get to the Black Prison Castle?"

"We are the inferior prisoners who stole alive in the wilderness. How could we know the location of the Black Prison Castle!" The old lich had a vicissitudes of life, and pointed to the surroundings with a heavy tone: "In this life, I have not even this river valley. ..."

　　 Zheng Qing raised his hand to stop it from continuing to speak, and then winked at the black cat at his foot.

　　 The cat showed a fierce smile on his face, raised the cat's claws, revealing a few sharp claws, and with a wave of it, a few silver lights flashed by, which was particularly eye-catching in the night.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 The tiger demon pretending to be a sculpture has been staying there, neatly transformed into four segments, and slowly landed on the ground. The tiger's eyes widened suddenly seemed to want to say something, but they soon lost their luster and turned into a grayish white.

　　After a while, the sticky blood dripping from the severed corpses spread all over the floor, and was immediately sucked up by the dry ground under his feet.

　　 The old lich swallowed.

　　 But I don't know if he was frightened by the swift and neat methods of the wizard in front of him, or the warm corpse of his companion at his feet--considering that the prisoners in the black prison are used to seeing death, Zheng Qing is more inclined to the latter speculation.

　　 "...not even this river valley...none, I have gone out a few times." The old lich swallowed and finished the sentence very laboriously.

　　 Zheng Qing sighed.

"I'll ask you again, how to get to the Black Prison Castle." The young public servant squinted slightly, revealing a red glow very similar to the demons, and reminded: "What is lacking in the dark prison is that there is no shortage of prisoners. "

"But a prisoner like me who still has a little sense of reason is very rare." The old lich's eyes rolled around, glanced at the black cat's paw for a while, then glanced at the gray cloth bag on the wizard's waist, although his voice was a little bit. Flattering, but with unexpected composure, and can even say a small joke:

　　 "...you can't expect a stone sculpture lacking magic power to run around."

　　 Are you talking about terms?

　　 Zheng Qing felt a little surprised in her heart.

　　 "Do you want to add some magic power?" He looked at the old lich with a faint smile: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

　　 "I have died, no, I have died many times, I have long been used to it." The old lich's blue-gray skin stretched slightly, and his scarlet eyes dimmed for a moment, but they immediately lighted up again:

"In this world, death is not the most terrifying thing, living is...you have been here for a short time, and you have not experienced the terrible feeling of emptiness of body and soul at the same time after the magic power slowly fades away. It seems that someone is in you. I dug a big hole in my heart. Every trace of your strength, every thought, and even every hope flows along the big hole continuously, just like going to the river to catch the moon in the water with your hands. Can't catch it."

　　 The old lich spoke the terrible scenes in a very calm tone, but the description was extremely vivid and clear, which made Zheng Qing feel a little uncomfortable listening to him.

　　 also strengthened his idea of ​​sending Jiang Yu and Zhu Si out as soon as possible.

　　 Jiang Yu may be able to hold on a little longer because of his youth, but Zhu Si cannot.

When leaving the dreamland, Elder Attar discussed the little witch's body with him. Because of the long-term stay in the dreamland, Zhu Si's soul power has been exhausted, and now it only depends on a trace of obsession. Survival-her current intensity is not even as strong as that of an ordinary ghost.

　　 Zheng Qing is very worried that a gust of wind will blow this little guy away.

　　 He took her out of the phantom dream to live, not to kill her.

　　 If you want her to survive, you must send her to the school's hospital or research institute as soon as possible. Only those wizards who understand the true essence of the soul and intensively practice healing spells can save Zhu Si's fate.

　　 "A magic potion,"

　　 Zheng Qing didn’t hesitate anymore. The old lich said it made sense. Although there were still many prisoners in the dark prison, there were few clear-headed ones. He couldn’t wait:

"A magic potion, this is the greatest sincerity I can show now. You take us to the black prison... If the journey goes well, I will provide other ways to supplement the magic power. For example, I also have some ingredients for making magic potion. You used to be a wizard, you should know how to do it."

　　 "Wizards never negotiate terms with demons!" The black cat screamed with its tail erect.

　　 Jiang Yu answered the question of the black cat for Zheng Qing: "You are not a wizard."

　　 The black cat was stunned for a second, and the beard at the corner of his mouth fell down together with the raised tail: "Yes...I am not a wizard, so why bother with your business."

　　 The corners of the witch's mouth slightly twitched, one hand backwards, and she embraced the dodging little witch's shoulders.

　　 "Deal!" The old lich immediately stretched out his hand, UU read www. uukanshu.com stood in front of Zheng Qing, impatiently saying: "Magic potion...what an ancient and amiable name, since I entered the black prison, I have never heard of these words again. ."

　　 "Don't you need to make a contract?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and put his fingers in the gray cloth bag, without immediately pulling out the ampoule containing the magic potion.

　　 Contract is a tool to protect the weak. In theory, the old lich should be more cautious than a few young wizards, and more urgently needs the protection of a contract.

"Contract?" The old lich whimpered in his throat, with a weird smile on his face: "The law of the black world is missing. This is a world that is not protected by the spirit of contract... and there are not enough prisoners in this prison. The magic of squandered onto the contract. Instead of wasting magic on that thin piece of parchment, everyone is more willing to relish the taste of sheepskin."

　　 "Then how do you make a deal?" Jiang Yu asked curiously.

　　 The old lich glanced at her, and said eight words: "The weak and the strong...the one word is for sure."

　　 "It's really eye-opening." The black cat squatted aside, his face was full of emotion: "In the most chaotic world, the most basic order is hidden... The wizard has lost the power to believe in addition to magic."

　　 It seems to have something to say.

　　 Zheng Qing thoughtfully.

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