Hunting High School

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

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

The yearning of living beings for "life" is the mark engraved in the deepest part of the blood, and it is a higher-level instinct that transcends all acquired shackles such as race, principle, and morality.

When a life struggles in the endless darkness for a long time, experiencing the pain of life passing by but unable to die immediately, its desire for life will erupt from the deepest part of the blood, burst like fire, and can burn all shackles .

This is the black prison.

The cruelest 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'll just ask you once, how to get to Hell Castle?"

"We are inferior prisoners stealing jobs in the barren mountains, how could we know the location of the Black Prison Castle!" The old Lich pointed to the surroundings with a vicissitudes on his face, "In this life, I don't even have this river valley." ..."

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

A vicious smile appeared on the cat's face, and it raised its paws, revealing a few sharp claws. With a wave, several silver lights flashed, which were particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Wow!"

The tiger demon, who had been staying obediently by the side and pretending to be a sculpture, turned into four neat parts and slowly slid to the ground. The tiger eyes that widened suddenly seemed to want to say something, but soon lost their brilliance and turned gray.

In an instant, the viscous blood dripping from the severed corpses spread all over the ground, and was immediately sucked clean by the dry ground under his feet.

The old lich swallowed.

But he didn't know whether he was frightened by the wizard's quick and easy methods, or his companion's still warm corpse at his feet—considering that the prisoners in the black prison were all used to seeing Death, Zheng Qing was more inclined to speculate on the latter.

"...Not even this river valley...not at all, I have gone out several times." The old Lich swallowed, and finished the sentence just now with great difficulty.

Zheng Qing sighed.

"I'll ask you again, how to get to the Black Prison Castle." The young public finance student narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a red glow very similar to the monsters, and reminded: "What is lacking in the Black Prison is that there is no shortage of prisoners. "

"But it's very rare to see a prisoner like me who still has a bit of reason." The old Lich's eyeballs rolled around, glancing at the black cat's paw for a while, and for a while at the gray cloth bag on the wizard's waist. Flattering, but unexpectedly calm, and even able to tell a joke:

"...you can't expect a stone sculpture devoid of magic to run around."

Are you talking about terms?

Zheng Qing was stunned.

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

"I've died once, no, I've died many times, I'm used to it." The old Lich's blue-gray skin stretched slightly, and his scarlet eyes dimmed for a moment, but immediately brightened again:

"In this world, death is not the scariest thing, but being alive is... You have been here for a short time, and you haven't experienced the terrifying feeling of emptiness in your body and soul at the same time after the magic power slowly fades away. A big hole has been dug in the bottom of your heart, every ounce of your strength, every thought, even every hope, flows away continuously along that big hole, just like grabbing the moon in the river with your hands, no matter how you grab it Can't catch it."

The old lich spoke of those terrifying scenes in a very calm tone, but described them so vividly and clearly that Zheng Qing felt a little uncomfortable listening to them.

It also strengthened his determination to send Jiang Yu and Zhu Si out as soon as possible.

Perhaps because of her youth, Jiang Yu could persist a little longer, but Zhu Si couldn't.

When leaving the Dreamland, Elder Atal discussed the little witch's physical problems with him. Because of the long-term stay in the Dreamland, Jusi's soul power has been consumed seven or eighty-eight, and now he only relies on a little obsession Preservation - her current strength is not even comparable to that of an ordinary ghost.

Zheng Qing was very worried that a gust of wind would blow this little guy away.

He took her out of the dreamland to survive, not to kill her.

To keep her alive, she must be sent to the school's hospital or research institute as soon as possible. Only those wizards who understand the true meaning of the soul and practice healing spells can save Zhu Si's fate.

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"A magic potion,"

Zheng Qing no longer hesitated. What the old lich said made sense. Although there were still many prisoners in the black prison, few had clear minds. He couldn't wait:

"A magic potion, this is the greatest sincerity I can offer right now. You take us to find the black prison... If the journey goes well, I will provide other ways to replenish the magic power. For example, I still have some raw materials for formulating the magic potion here. You were a wizard once, and you should know how to do it."

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

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

The black cat was stunned for a second, and the whiskers at the corners of its mouth and its raised tail drooped down together: "That's right... I'm not a wizard, so why meddle in your business."

The corners of the witch's mouth curled up slightly, and one hand was thrown back, wrapping around the shoulder of the evasive little witch.

"Deal!" The old lich immediately stretched out his hand, spread it in front of Zheng Qing, and said impatiently: "Magic potion... What an ancient and friendly name, since I entered the black prison, I have never bought it again." I've heard those words before."

"Don't you need to sign a contract?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, poked his fingers into the gray cloth bag, and didn't take out the ampoule containing the magic potion immediately.

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

"Contract?" The old lich let out a sob, with a strange smile on his face: "The law of the black prison world is missing, this is a world that is not protected by the spirit of the contract... and there are not enough prisoners in this prison. The magic power wasted on the contract. Instead of wasting magic power on the thin parchment, everyone would rather relive the taste of the parchment."

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

The old lich glanced at her and said eight words: "The Weak are Prey to the Strong... It's a deal."

"It's really eye-opening." The black cat squatted aside, his face full of emotion: "In the most chaotic world, the most basic order is hidden... Except for magic, wizards have lost the power to believe."

It seems to have something to say.

Zheng Qing was thoughtful.