Hunting High School

Zheng Qing had many guesses about the scene submerged in the white mist.

For example, below is a sea of ​​boiling oil, in which towering peaks made of sharp knives, broken souls howling in the sea, broken corpses climbing the peaks, cut off pieces of flesh and blood. Just like the real The Underworld.

For another example, there is a huge maze below. At the entrance of the maze is a ferocious sphinx. There are all kinds of monsters wandering in the maze. Every step forward, he needs to make great efforts.

But when he walked down the steps, passed through the fog, and saw a barren black grass, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

The scene in front of him was very similar to the world he saw before passing through the narrow gate.

The same black grass, the same silence and desolation.

The difference is that at the end of the grassland, in the far distance, stands a tall bronze gate, which looks similar to the black iron gate he has seen before, but even at a very long distance, he can clearly distinguish the gate. The material of the new seat is completely different from the black iron door.

There is an essential difference between the savage atmosphere rising from the bronze gate and the solemnity of the black iron gate.

That cyan color is particularly dazzling in this dark world.

The young wizard couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He was a little suspicious that there might be silver doors, golden doors, and even diamond doors behind the bronze door—whether he wanted to go through one door after another, in this inexplicable world Drain own life?

With this terrible thought in mind, Zheng Qing hung the talisman gun on his waist, and then took out a few pieces of talisman paper from the gray cloth bag.

A slippery cloud talisman and two armored horse talismans.

He tried to shout "Modou" into the air twice, and waited for a long while, but he still didn't wait for that dusty figure.

The wizard laughed at himself, and replaced the cloud-sliding talisman with a cloud-climbing talisman.

Then, amidst the sound of 'chug' climbing the clouds, he held his talisman gun and slowly walked towards the bronze door at the end of the black grass in the far distance.

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In the depths of the museum in Uzzah.

The small but lively reception between the young wizard from the First University and the Atal Elder from the Temple was drawing to a close.

The old man drank very happily, his face was flushed and his eyes were bright.

Several wizards also had a good time drinking. Zhang Jixin's robe had already been taken off, draped around his waist, and tied with a strange knot - this was the costume he wore when he danced for drinking.

Xin Fatty had a mournful expression, his blue face revealed a bit of gray, he clutched his own watch and murmured over and over again 'no more', 'really no more', 'one bottle, no, not a single drop'.

Xiao Xiao's notebook is densely filled with the secrets of the dreamland.

Jiang Yu stood by the window from beginning to end, away from the noisy and chaotic world. Maodou squatted on the window sill in front of her, crossed her front legs, put her head on it, and seemed to be asleep, only gray figures popping out of the void from time to time told the witch that it was still working hard. Look for traces of Zheng Qing.

That's why the witch was able to stand patiently in front of the window.

If the dogs that can travel through time and space can't find Zheng Qing, then even if she runs outside all night, she won't gain anything.

Night prayers are over.

Those cats of various colors that were densely packed in the streets and alleys disappeared into the night again, only a few of them were still prowling the streets, as if they wanted to find a single ancestor to fight their teeth.

The witch sighed softly.

Suddenly, Maodou, who was squatting on the window sill, suddenly raised his head, pricked up his ears, and looked out the window.

"Found it?" Jiang Yu cheered up immediately, and the pair of white cat ears in her hair also stood up.

Maodou looked around suspiciously, and gave a small 'meow' in uncertainty.

"Didn't find it?" The white cat ears collapsed again.

"It's talking, and it's not sure." A hoarse and ugly voice sounded at the witch's feet.

Jiang Yu lowered her head. It was the old hairless cat who claimed to be a temple attendant and leaned on crutches.

"If you found it, you found it. If you didn't find it, you didn't find it. I'm not sure what it means." The witch brushed her hair in some annoyance, and shaved a few hairs hanging from the cat's ears: "...even your own master Can't find it, it's useless."

Maodou leaned down, grinned at her, and wagged his tail ingratiatingly.

This obedience prevented the witch from venting her depression.

The ugly voice of the old cat sounded again.

"The biggest difference between the dreamland and the real world is the barrier." It lightly tapped the wooden staff on the ground in its hand, and with a sudden leap, it landed lightly on the window sill, crossed its legs, and sat on Maodou's belly.

Maodou flicked his tail, looked back at the old cat, and opened his mouth, but no 'meow' came out.

Jiang Yuping looked at the huge black pupils in the old cat's Amber-colored eyes, and asked puzzledly, "...what does this have to do with finding someone?"

"If the real world is a gem that is stored in a safe with alarms and guards outside, then the dreamland is a jewel that was thrown on the street." Lao Mao made a very popular analogy :

"Any existence can reach out to that pearl... There are even many existences that inhabit this pearl. It's just that there are too many hands reaching out to the pearl, so no single hand can monopolize this pearl."

"Starry sky?" The witch understood the meaning behind Lao Mao's words, and said thoughtfully, "You mean, our captain went to a Realm that originated from the starry sky?"

The old cat did not directly answer her guess, but continued to analyze: "If you read correctly, this little guy has a trace of Mushisha's breath... The Tindalos family also has branches in the dreamland, and their other abilities are missing. How well done, but the instinct of tracking and killing is admirable. There must be a power that can counteract Mushisha's traces that even the descendants of Mushisha can't follow."

"In Dreamland, there are only a handful of such areas."

Jiang Yu raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The stars are shining brightly, shining light of different frequencies in the flowing and colorful night, like eyeballs staring at the earth one by one.

She couldn't help but sighed for the third time.

"Too many." The white cat ears were lying on the hair completely, looking weak: "There are so many stars, how do we know which one he is hidden on?"

"So, the best choice is to wait." The old cat held the wooden stick, raised his chin, and the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled very steadily: "Waiting is a kind of thing that transcends the world, race and ideas, and is the most praiseworthy." The good news is that you can't find him, and neither can the monsters, so for now, he won't be eaten by those monsters."

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The witch rolled her eyes inwardly.