Hunting High School

Maodou couldn't speak, so naturally he couldn't answer Zheng Qing's question.

Zheng Qing had no choice but to pick up the green pea.

Above the steps, a long sigh came from behind the door, like night wind blowing through the treetops, faint and indistinct. Zheng Qing picked up the green bean, glanced at the still closed door, then at the innocent Maodou, and then turned his head to look at his own companions.

"How is it?" Zhang Jixin asked impatiently, "Do you know how to go up the mountain?"

Zheng Qing shook his head.

He didn't feel the slightest wave of magic from that green bean.

"Maybe we should eat it in our stomachs." Xin Fatty's suggestion did not surprise Zheng Qing at all. In fact, the young public finance student was also thinking about this possibility at the moment.

Jiang Yu raised his hand to stop the suggestion.

"If you don't want to be covered with tentacles and granulation like edamame, don't eat this kind of unknown food." The witch warned: "Atal Elder reminded us that the owner of this old house is a dark wizard .”

Zheng Qing was a little hesitant, so he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Xiao.

The apologetic fortuneteller was holding his black notebook at the moment, frowning, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

"What do you think?" Zheng Qing consulted the brains of the hunting team.

Xiao Xiao's eyes were still fixed on the black notebook, and his voice seemed to be dreaming, and seemed a little erratic: "Find that golden bean, it will take you home."

"What?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, his tail slid down from his waist, and poked the fortune teller who seemed to be distracted: "Be clear...what do you mean?"

"Go home." Xiao Xiao raised his head, his eyes became clear again, and he replied seriously: "The owner of this old house said before, 'Find that golden bean, it will bring you home'...he used It's 'going home', not 'going up the mountain'."

Including Nikita, the other hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team also immediately noticed the subtle difference.

Except Zhang Jixin.

"Is there any difference?" The red-faced wizard is usually the most impatient with this kind of word play: "After going up the mountain, you go home, and you go up the mountain... In my opinion, there is not much difference in it."

"But he is a black wizard." Jiang Yu shook his head and reminded: "Dark wizards are best at playing with contracts and words, playing tricks in such inconspicuous places."

"What's the difference?" Zhang Jixin said rather speechlessly, "going home or going up the mountain...is there any difference for us? Isn't it easier to go home directly."

"It's not easy." Xiao Xiao analyzed patiently: "Because 'home' is an extremely broad concept, going home doesn't necessarily mean taking us back to First University, it may also bring us back to our respective dreams... You know, here is Dreamland, each of us has our own dreamland fragments."

Zhang Jixin opened his eyes wide, staring at the green pea.

After a while, he scratched his head anxiously: "Then what should we do? The captain didn't find any clues from above... Could it be that we just stared at it in a daze?"

The venue fell into silence for a while.

There was no wind near the old house, and Zheng Qing could only hear the small panting of the Maodou and the rustling of the vague monsters outside the door scratching the grass.

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Swish, swish, swish, buzz...

Someone is talking?

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, turned his ears sideways, and raised his hand to signal the others to keep quiet. At the same time, he focused his attention, trying to distinguish the messages from the rustling and buzzing sounds—

"Om... Baal... Balsa... Hum..."

"Buzz...Hartig...Krashan...buzz..."

"Great...sage...pilgrimage...hum..."

"Unbelievable...unbelievable...hum...of the night of the eclipse..."

It seemed that many people were whispering in his ears. Although the voice was vague and very strange, Zheng Qing felt a sense of understanding in his heart. This was the echo of the history left in Kela Mountain—because there was a voice in Zheng Qing’s voice. Qing is very familiar with it, it is the voice of the owner of the old house of Engua, but compared with now, his voice was still very clear and single.

The wizard suddenly raised his head and looked at his own companions:

"Did you hear that?" There was a bit of surprise in his voice.

"What?" Others didn't hear the words Zheng Qing described, they could only hear the more and more frequent scratches outside the door.

"Someone is talking." Zheng Qing described every word he heard in detail, but because the information was too fragmented, everyone couldn't understand the meaning.

"Maybe it's because of this bean?" Xin Fatty guessed, reaching out to catch the green pea in Zheng Qing's hand, but just as his fingers touched the bean, a layer of pattern suddenly appeared on his light blue skin, blue Feelings surged, and a few granules sprouted from the fingertips that touched Douzi.

"Damn!" Fatty screamed strangely, as if touching a red-hot iron, quickly retracted his arms, and at the same time took out two bottles of Lourdes holy water from his arms, poured one bottle directly into his stomach, and the other bottle The granulated fingertips were stuffed in and soaked.

The light blue granulation silently melted in the holy water.

The cold sweat on Fatty's forehead slowly fell.

The onlookers took two steps towards the retreat, leaving only Zheng Qing with the green pea between his fingers, like a cocklebur, and the corner of his mouth twitching.

"I don't have any strange parts growing on me, right?" He asked his companions with a bitter face.

Jiang Yu looked carefully for a moment, and finally replied cautiously: "At least on the outside, everything is normal... Can you still hear those whispers?"

The wizard tried to calm down, listened carefully, and nodded.

"Then put down the beans and listen again."

Zheng Qing immediately threw the hot object into the cauldron. The cyan beans collided with the pitch-black pottery wall, making a low popping sound.

Then he held his breath again and listened intently.

This time, there was no echo from the depths of the mountain.

The facts seemed to be somewhat clear. This bean containing starry sky pollution could indeed allow young wizards to obtain information through certain channels.

"You guessed just now that the voice you heard was the echo of history in Mount Kela." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, and pushed his guess a step further: "Then have you tried talking to it?"

"Conversation?" Zheng Qing didn't think it was a wise choice to aimlessly shout into the depths of the mountain.

"It's like a radio, it can receive various signals after it is powered on," the apologetic fortune-teller explained patiently, for which he also deliberately chose an analogy to make it easier for Zheng Qing to understand: "But if you want to To listen to what you want to hear, you have to tune in to the right frequency... so you hold the beans, clear your mind, and just focus on the thought 'I'm going up the mountain'."