Monster Hunting High School

When the snoring sounds.

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

His consciousness broke away from his heavy body and was carried by a gust of cold wind, passing through the small gaps in the forest and entering 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 mind was frozen.

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

The wizard groaned softly and climbed up from the dark lawn.

He looked up.

In front of you is a huge black iron gate.

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

Many strange images are cast on the iron gate.

There are skinny weirdos, their bodies hidden under ragged and broken yellow robes; there are wrinkled monsters, all black, with claws and tentacles; there are also monks who are shining with light, with green skin covered with wrinkles and faces. Hidden in the shadows.

But the most common ones are a flying creature with wings, jointed limbs and short hair, and a reptile creature covered with wattle skin and with fins. These two creatures were like servants, surrounding the taller figures, making the entire iron gate exude an aura of fanaticism and faith.

The wizard looked at everything on the iron gate in fascination, completely forgetting his own existence.

Until a figure appeared in front of him.

He was wearing 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 pupilless green eyes. His hands were hidden under the sleeves of his robe, and his lower body was submerged in a deep black smoke. Zheng Qing could vaguely see several tumbling tentacles in the smoke.

"welcome."

The figure in the yellow robe said hello in a low and hoarse voice, then followed the wizard's line of sight to the door, with a hint of joy in his tone: "How was it? Do you like it?"

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

A crack appeared in the seal.

A flash of red flashed across the young wizard's eyes, and his consciousness suddenly awoke.

"Where is this?!"

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

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

The yellow robe moved automatically in the absence of wind, making a sound as if the cold wind was laughing.

"I haven't heard... this name for a long... very... long time." He sighed in a long voice, but did not refuse to answer the young wizard's question: "For you, this is the door of hell."

"Hell?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but scream, and looked back at the huge iron gate again. This time, in addition to awe, there was also a lot of fear in his eyes.

"The door of hell." The man in yellow robe patiently corrected the wizard's slip of the tongue, and at the same time added in his hoarse and low voice: "Here, you may obtain salvation...or you may sink forever. Welcome to ……hell."

"Am I dead?"

Zheng Qing murmured, his thoughts a little confused: "No, no, I am sleeping, I am sleeping in the dreamland... Is this a dream? Can you dream when you sleep in the dreamland? The dreams here are connected with the dreamland. Or was Zhu Si eaten by the monster in the dream world after falling asleep? Where is she? "

Under the hood of the yellow robe, the pair of pupilless green eyes looked at the young wizard who was in a trance, saying nothing and letting him make random guesses. But soon, the red color in Zheng Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

"No, I'm not dead." He raised his hand and looked at the translucent skin and crystal blood vessels, and his voice gradually became more certain: "I don't feel the breath of death, and I have no reason to come to hell... I Pure life does not belong here.”

The pupilless green eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear such shameless words.

"This is just a dream." Zheng Qing looked at the man in yellow robe, and his determination suddenly wavered: "This must be a dream... Who are you? What do you want to do? My husband is very powerful, don't give me anything Looking for trouble yourself.”

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

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

Zheng Qing looked nervously at the figure shrouded in a yellow robe, his mind spinning wildly.

His mind turned over the stories left by the devil that he had read in the library. In those stories, demons always hide their heads and show off their tricks, and they always say very ordinary, empty, but very scary rhetoric. Their rhetoric is full of all kinds of traps and conspiracies.

At this moment, Zheng Qing was extremely eager to have Xiao Xiao's brain. He believed that with Xiao Xiao's caution and erudition, he could avoid various traps and conspiracies even in the face of the devil's temptations.

Under the yellow robe, the pair of pupilless green eyes shone with a faint light.

"How...can I...go back." Zheng Qing asked with great difficulty. He was ready for the guy in front of him to take out a piece of parchment dozens of feet long, with deceptive terms written on it.

But he guessed wrong.

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

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

"Go through this door," under the yellow robe, the green eyes flashed slightly: "...you can take that little girl and leave this world."

It is indeed a devil.

Zheng Qing cursed in his heart, but his face was expressionless: "Isn't there hell behind the door? Why should I go into hell by myself? How do I know you didn't lie to me? What if I don't go in?...I can think of other ways on my own. Take her away."

Those green eyes looked at him deeply, and then disappeared behind the narrow door.