Hunting High School

"There was a boy,

A strange boy who turns into a cat.

One day, he lost his own shadow.

they told him,

The shadow went far, far away,

Across continents and seas,

Beyond the stars and the future,

Very far, very far away..."

Under the desolate night, a black cat cocked its tail, sang and walked forward.

There are five light spheres of different sizes surrounding the sky above its head. The small one is no bigger than the mouth of a bowl, and it is not far from the top of the black cat's head; Falling Star.

These balls of light, large and small, floated in mid-air, circling along their respective orbits, and sprinkled silvery white light all over the place, illuminating the black cat's surroundings for several miles.

And the black cat picks and chooses within the range of several miles, choosing an appropriate path.

The old lich, with a mournful face, walked hundreds of meters in front of the black cat, serving as its guide. If the old lich knew that after giving advice to Zheng Qing, he would be thrown out as a bait and a pathfinder, it would have shut its mouth tightly.

It's just that it was too late when it woke up, and there was no medicine for regret in the world—not even in the wizarding world, let alone this desolate black prison.

As for the rest of the adventure team.

Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Zhu Si are a few miles away from the black cat, rubbing against the edge of the light enveloped by the "Bibi Little Stars". On the left and right, Zhu Si climbed on Jiang Yu's back for a while, and lay on Zheng Qing's shoulders for a while, replacing the burned armor and horse talisman for the two of them from time to time.

With Baicaozhu's wizard aura hiding several people, the alien aura emanating from the rune gun, and the black cat and old lich in front of him under the starlight as bait, Zheng Qing has every reason to believe that he is relatively safe now.

But as the saying goes, "be prepared for danger in times of peace".

Especially in the world of black prisons, the so-called safety is nothing but a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror, a bubble that will shatter at the touch of a touch. This made Zheng Qing more cautious and worried, and even said a lot less.

And Jiang Yu was also very quiet, perhaps out of a girl's reserve; Zhu Si was even more alone, and was used to being quiet.

Under various factors, the rear team composed of these three people was not as lively as the front army of one cat and one monster.

Listening to the sparse singing from the night breeze, Zheng Qing looked at the black cat jumping up and down among the jagged rocks, and couldn't help but think of the yellow raccoon in Sanyou Bookstore.

Maybe this black cat can become good friends with that yellow raccoon.

Thinking of the yellow raccoon, Zheng Qing thought of Mr. Wu again.

Then he thought of the few lessons that Mr. Wu taught himself this semester, the huge standing mirror that connected to the dreamland, and the thrilling trip to the dreamland not long ago. Zhu Si in Jiang Yu's arm.

Sensing the boy's gaze, the little witch looked at him suspiciously, with a sweet smile on her face.

Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly, and he turned to look at Jiang Yu.

"What day is it?"

He asked nonchalantly.

The witch glanced at him, pondered for a few seconds before replying, "Saturday."

"Saturday."

Zheng Qing sighed deeply: "Theoretically, we went to the school museum last night...but it feels like half a lifetime ago."

"Although time is the most commonly used measurement standard for wizards, it does not mean that wizards will be bound by the time line." The witch comforted softly: "When magic research reaches a certain stage, time and matter will become a concept... just Just like we don't care about the boundary between ice and fire, wizards' observation of time will gradually become blurred."

The wizard nodded thoughtfully, deeply agreeing.

But that's not what he wants to discuss.

"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing coughed lightly, skipped the difficult philosophical discussion just now, and told the witch what he just remembered: "There are two May this year... the first day of June This weekend is the second May of this year."

"Leap in May." Jiang Yu replied immediately, paused, and then asked, "Is there any question?"

"Mr. once gave me a prophecy."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the witch: "Mr. told me that on the first weekend in early June, and in the second May, the threads of fate are intertwined, all living beings return to their places, the starry sky returns to the starry sky, and the far away returns to their hometown. Hostile face to face, full of blood."

After all, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if the burden of the First Stage had been lifted from his heart, and he felt much lighter.

It was quiet all around.

Except for the black cat howling dryly in the distance, only the slight rustling sound of the two people walking could be vaguely heard.

Shaoqing.

The witch tilted her head and glanced at him: "It's over?"

"that's it."

Zheng Qing curled his lips, glanced across the dead wilderness around him, and asked softly, "What do you think?"

"Sir is a very powerful wizard, and the prophecy he gave is naturally not aimless."

Jiang Yu didn't answer Zheng Qing's question directly, but immediately grasped the most critical part of the prophecy: "But it sounds like this prophecy is more like a reminder, or a warning, rather than making you resist your fate. I'm a little curious, Why is this prophecy made? This is critical."

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Zheng Qing rubbed the talisman gun in his arms, recalled for a moment, and then replied in a low voice:

"It was the first time I passed through that magic mirror, entered the world in the mirror, and met Zhu Si."

Hearing own's name, the little witch raised her head, revealing a trace of memory: "Well...that was a long time ago, I can't remember clearly."

There was no blame in her tone, but Zheng Qing would rather be beaten up.

There was an ugly smile on his face, and after a while, he spoke again, but his voice sounded like toothpaste that was about to run out, and he squeezed it out with all his strength: "...At that time, I hoped that my husband could help bring Zhu Si out, but Mr. Say it's not time yet."

"Old men are always timid when facing their fate, and it's not your fault."

Zhu Si stood on tiptoe, patted Zheng Qing's shoulder, and said with relief like a little adult: "I didn't listen to them at first, and sneaked into the mirror... Then I was hung up and beaten by that little bitch of fate, and hit my head Bleeding out, dizzy, almost losing myself."

She seemed to think that the analogy she made was very interesting, and she laughed twice.

Laughter was heard far away in the night, and even the singing black cat in front couldn't help but look back at them.

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little sour at the tip of his nose.

The more open-minded the little witch is, the heavier his sense of guilt—if he had chosen to take the risk earlier, and earlier, Zhu Si might have been able to leave the mirror world completely.

Instead of leaving only an obsession between the ghost and the shadow like now.