Hunting High School

When the snoring sounded.

Zheng Qing fell asleep, but he clearly knew that he was not asleep.

His consciousness broke away from the heavy body, was carried by a gust of icy wind, passed through the small gap in the forest, and entered the deepest part of the night.

The gust of wind was extremely cold, as if it came from the dark outer space, Zheng Qing felt that his own thinking was frozen.

This feeling lasted until the wind stopped and he fell to the ground.

The wizard moaned softly, and got up from the dark lawn.

He looked up.

In front of him was a huge black iron gate.

This iron gate is extremely tall, and its length and width cannot be confirmed. It may be tens of miles, hundreds of miles, or thousands of miles. Because there is no clear reference, Zheng Qing can only judge that it is very huge. Standing in front of it, the young The wizard is like a speck of dust.

There are many strange images poured on the iron gate.

There are bony monsters whose bodies are hidden under tattered yellow robes; wrinkled monsters covered in black with claws and tentacles; and shining monks with wrinkled green skin and faces hide in the shadows.

But the most common ones are a flying creature with wings, arthropods and short hairs, and a reptile with fins covered in thorns. These two kinds of creatures were like servants, surrounded and clustered around the taller figures, making the whole iron gate exude an aura of fanaticism and faith.

The wizard looked at everything on the iron gate fascinatedly, completely forgetting the existence of own.

Until a figure appeared in front of him.

He was dressed in a yellow robe, and his face was hidden behind a soft white mask. Through the mask, Zheng Qing could only see a pair of shining green eyes without pupils. His hands were hidden under the sleeves of his robe, and his lower body was submerged in a deep black smoke. Zheng Qing vaguely saw several rolling tentacles in the smoke.

"welcome."

The figure in the yellow robe greeted in a low and hoarse voice, and then followed the wizard's gaze to look at the gate, with a bit of joy in his tone: "How is it? Do you like it?"

In the deepest part of Zheng Qing's consciousness, the green bud that was hidden under the seal and had just grown two leaves trembled violently in front of this strange figure, and in just a split second, a new leaf grew.

A crack appeared on the seal.

There was a flash of red in the eyes of the young wizard, and his consciousness suddenly woke up.

"Where is this place?!"

He looked around nervously, his eyes finally fell on the figure in the yellow robe, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Atlas?"

In the entire First University, only Atlas College wears yellow robes.

The yellow robe is automatic with no wind, and it is fluttering, as if those cold winds are laughing.

"It's been...a long...long time, I haven't heard...this name." He sighed in a long voice, but he didn't refuse to answer the young wizard's question: "For you, here is the gate of The Underworld."

"The Underworld?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but let out a strange cry, and looked back at the huge iron gate again. This time, apart from awe, there was also a lot of fear in his eyes.

"The gate of The Underworld." The man in yellow patiently corrected the wizard's slip of the tongue, and at the same time added in his hoarse and deep voice: "Here, you may be saved...or perish forever. Welcome to To... The Underworld."

"Am I dead?"

Zheng Qing muttered, his thoughts were a little messy: "No, no, I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping in the dreamland... Is this a dreamland? Is it possible to dream while sleeping in the dreamland? The dreams here and the dreamland are connected Is it?... Or was I eaten by a monster in the dreamland after I fell asleep? Was Jusi also eaten? Where is she? Why can't I see her?"

Under the hood of the yellow robe, the pupilless green eyes looked at the young wizard in a trance, without saying a word, letting him guess wildly. But soon, the redness in Zheng Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and his consciousness became more and more clear.

"No, I'm not dead." He raised his hand, looked at the translucent skin and crystal blood vessels, his voice gradually became affirmative: "I don't feel a breath of Death, and I have no reason to come to The Underworld... My pure life does not belong here."

Green eyes without pupils narrowed slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear such brazen words.

"It's just a dream." Looking at the man in the yellow robe, Zheng Qing's determination was suddenly shaken: "This must be a dream... Who are you? What do you want to do? My husband is very powerful, don't give it to me." Get yourself into trouble."

The yellow robe swayed in the night wind, as if the man in yellow was chuckling.

"This is a dream, but it's not a dream." His voice gradually got rid of hoarseness, and became generous and kind, just like Mr. Zheng Qing's impression of his voice: "There is no pure dream in the dream... As for who am I? I am just a shadow. I stand here to guide lost souls."

Zheng Qing nervously looked at the figure shrouded in the yellow robe, his thoughts spinning crazily.

His mind was filled with the stories left by the devils that he had read in the library. In those stories, the devil has always been an image of hiding his head and showing his tail, pretending to be a ghost, and they always say some very ordinary, empty, but frightening rhetoric. Their rhetoric is full of various traps and conspiracies.

At this moment, Zheng Qing is extremely looking forward to having Xiao Xiao's brain. He believes that with Xiao Xiao's prudence and knowledge, even in the face of the devil's bewitching, he can avoid all kinds of traps and conspiracies.

Under the yellow robe, those pair of pupilless green eyes shone faintly.

"How...how can I go back." Zheng Qing asked with great difficulty. He was ready for the guy in front of him to pull out a piece of parchment that was dozens of feet long, and it was full of deceitful clauses.

But he guessed wrong.

After hearing his request, the yellow figure quietly floated under the big iron gate. The black mist under him rolled like a surging tide, pushing him forward.

A thick tentacles protruded from the black mist, stretched towards the iron gate, and then opened a narrow door under the iron gate. A huge, octopus-like figure was cast on that small door.

"Through this door," under the yellow robe, the pair of green eyes flickered slightly: "...you can take that little girl out of this world."

It really is a devil.

Zheng Qing cursed from the bottom of his heart, but his face was expressionless: "Isn't The Underworld behind the door? Why should I enter The Underworld by myself? How do I know you didn't lie to me? What if I don't go in?... I can think for myself There are other ways to take her away."

The pair of green eyes took a deep look at him, and the figure disappeared behind the narrow door.

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