Hunting High School

The night wind is blowing, blowing the corners of the robe.

The gentleman's robe seemed to have become extraordinarily baggy, covering the young public servant's eyes. Zheng Qing followed behind her husband, stumbled and walked a few steps, felt that the sound of the wind in her ears stopped abruptly just after walking out of the hall of the Kini hut.

The corners of the robe that had been fluttering up in front of him also fell back neatly.

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and the words that he was going to complain unconsciously swallowed back into his stomach—he dared to assure himself that his husband had already taken him away from Phuket Island.

Because the boy remembered clearly that it was midnight on Phuket Island.

In front of him, there is a new world full of vigor and vitality. The tall and low green grass occupied every corner of Zheng Qing's field of vision, and the grass was mixed with a few clear springs 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 certain new world." The gentleman replied indifferently, as if it was as simple as an ordinary person saying, "I drank soy milk for breakfast".

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, made no sound, then closed it again, tried several times, like a fish in a dry rut, struggled for a while, and then asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can I still come here?"

The voice was full of doubt and strong unconfidence.

"Magic is making the impossible possible." Sir is always patient with students' questions: "As far as I'm concerned, yes, it's not difficult to come here... for you, it's the 'exception' privilege."

"Exception?" Zheng Qing immediately realized the 'Forbidden Curse' in his body - according to what Mr. said before, the existence of the Forbidden Curse is the existence of breaking the rules, and it is the biggest exception in this world.

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

The grass stretched towards the distance under their feet, and at the end of the grass stood a black castle. White windmills, red buffaloes, and tall green-skinned aborigines create a harmonious pastoral scene.

Although the skin color of those natives is slightly different, their appearance is the same as that of ordinary wizards. Looking at the tools they used, Zheng Qing judged that this is a place in the farming society.

"It's so beautiful." The young wizard took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the leisurely and contented breath in the air into his stomach: "...When I get old, I want to find such a place, Chen Xing Take care of the wasteland and filth, and return with the moon lotus hoe."

Mr. glanced at him.

"Farm work has never been as poetic as Tao Yuanliang said. It is a very hard job." While evaluating, the husband grabbed the boy who was about to walk towards the old castle, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"At any time," he repeated emphatically, "a qualified pioneer, in the new world, must follow the strictest safety rules at any time...you must learn to see the essence of things through appearances."

Nature?

Zheng Qing blinked suspiciously, and tried hard to look at the surrounding scenery - whether it was a mountain or a mountain, whether it was water or water, the castle was as quiet as before, and the farmers were as leisurely as ever.

"What you see with your eyes may not be real." Mr. reminded: "Close your eyes and use your heart to perceive the world."

Zheng Qing obediently closed his eyes.

It was pitch black.

Then he heard the husband sigh, and immediately felt a little cool wetness on the eyelids, as if the husband had applied a layer of clear water or essential oil on it.

After a while, the darkness in the field of vision faded, turning purple, pink, yellowish, and finally pale.

The verdant pastoral world in front of my eyes has turned into a pale and dead world.

The tender grass under the feet is a random pile of hairs, the gurgling spring is bleeding red water, the bushes are a random patchwork of bones, and the black castle has not changed, it is still the same gloomy.

The evil wind blows, and the ghost wind blows.

The farmers working in the fields were all deformed, lacking eyes, ears and multiple noses, and their bodies were covered with terrible tumors.

The boy gasped, subconsciously retreated a step, and opened his eyes.

In front of him was another green and vibrant world. A few steps away from him, a light yellow flower was still nodding gently in the breeze, with a bit of playfulness in its beauty.

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again.

That little yellow flower turned into a ferocious head of a resentful spirit, opening its big greedy mouth, trying to reach out to the boy, with suspicious turbid saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.

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

Mr. stood beside him, but his voice seemed to be coming from a very distant place, which was very ethereal: "...Different from the gentle surface world, the bottom layer of this world is very unfriendly to outsiders. The natives can eat Melons and fruits are highly poisonous to wizards; the grass trampled by the natives at will is a deadly rope to the wizards; the oasis that the natives drink is no less than aqua regia to the wizards... The root lies in a city."

"A 'City of Rebellion' that exists deeper in this world and exists in a certain corner of this world."

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

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

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

Soon, endless information flooded his head from all directions, as if a thousand birds were frantically arguing in his ears, and countless broken and distorted images squeezed into his eye sockets, stretching his eyes swell.

Zheng Qing suspected that if this state lasted for a few seconds, his eyeballs would be blown away by the swarming images.

At that moment, a crisp sound sounded from the bottom of his heart, like the sound of glass shattering and ice cubes bursting. As the light and darkness changed in front of him, the world constructed by white bone skeletons and deformed monsters disappeared from Zheng Qing's eyes.

A huge 'aquarium' appeared in front of him.

With his back to Zheng Qing, Mr. was standing in front of the transparent water tank, looking up at it seriously.

The boy looked intently, and there were no fish or aquatic plants in the aquarium, but a gray-white brain floating like a tombstone that had lost weight. Extending from above, it connects to a deeper place in the water tank.

"Which city is this?"

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

"Not one." The gentleman corrected, motioning the boy to look further away.

Zheng Qing retreated a step and raised his head.

up down left right.

As far as the eye 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.