Monster Hunting High School

The being in yellow disappeared behind the door.

With the iron gate as the center, the darkness and gloom that shrouded the world slowly receded. The pale moonlight repainted the night's appearance.

Zheng Qing felt that he could finally breathe again.

He had some doubts about whether the being in the yellow robe came from the starry sky, because during the brief contact with him, his head started to hurt again.

The husband once told Zheng Qing that his headache was caused by the accidental germination of the 'Seed of Order', and the seed germinated because he had received a large amount of occult knowledge. With Zheng Qing's lack of magic knowledge, he could think of existences that could spread a large amount of knowledge just by contact, and the only ones who came from the depths of the starry sky were the alien gods.

But even if he guessed that the man in yellow might not be a devil, Zheng Qing was determined not to enter that narrow door.

Perhaps inspired by the scene, he suddenly remembered a passage he had seen in a Dharma book a long time ago—actually not too long ago, in July or August last year—when he was buying Dharma books in Damingfang:

‘Enter through the narrow gate. Because there are many people entering through the wide gate road, it leads to destruction. Few find it in the narrow gate and byway, which leads to eternal life. ’

This passage comes from the New Testament, the Gospel of Matthew, and is printed in a Paris-bound French book. At that time, Zheng Qing once secretly laughed at Seprano's younger brother, thinking that he could not fit through the narrow gate due to his size.

Then the rude fat man turned into a wild boar demon.

The night wind blew past the corner of his robe, and the young wizard couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously looked around. Words such as 'inspiration', 'intuition' or 'whim' all describe the wizard's mysterious reaction to certain events that he has not witnessed but is related to himself.

at the moment.

In this desolate land, I suddenly thought of that passage.

Zheng Qing's intuition told him that this was not a good sign.

Under the moonlight, the scenery that was originally shrouded in shadow was clearly visible. As far as the eye can see, this is a world that is completely unfamiliar to Zheng Qing. Stretching out around the huge iron gate is a desolate wilderness. The wilderness is covered with slender, dark withered grass, as if it is scorched after a wildfire has passed through, but it is full of vitality like green grass.

The grass blades rustled in the night wind, communicating silently with the jagged rocks scattered among them. In the sparse sound of wind and rustling of grass blades, Zheng Qing faintly heard many whispers, but could never find the speaker:

"When you are alone, if death is not witnessed, then you are just embarking on a long journey alone..."

"...The soul can die together with the body, or it can live alone...The pale soul wakes up again in the decayed place of the body, facing the moon, wailing every night..."

"...Between us and forever, we will reach this dark and mysterious place. Gods hate it and ghosts hate it. Mortals retreat. Carcosa, the land where the great Hastur reigns..."

"...The place where the king's tattered clothes are floating, the unheard soul song must have passed away. My voice has died, and you are about to die... Those who have not sung, your tears will dry up before they fall. Lost Carcosa..."

"Order...does not belong to this world."

“Don’t look directly at God!!”

Those whispers blew past Zheng Qing's ears like the wind. He could only capture fragments of words. When he tried to find the source of the sound, he could only find a few strange-looking stones or dry and dead tree roots.

"…Carcosa…Carcosa…"

"…the great Hastur…"

"...the ragged king..."

The whispers became more and more fragmented, and gradually, only a few key words could be heard, repeated in the night wind, echoing in the young wizard's ears.

Zheng Qing sat under a dry elder tree, rubbing his sore ankle.

He walked around this wasteland for a long time, but still couldn't find a way out. There is no trace of human activity here, no smoke from cooking, no thatched houses, no barking of dogs, no crowing of cocks, no plowing fields, no ditches, no fruit trees, not even the excrement of wild beasts, the calls of birds, the low calls of insects. .

As far as the eye can see, there are only those black weeds that look like they are burnt.

There are also those jagged and strange rocks in the grass.

Zheng Qing pulled up a clump of black grass at his feet, and a smoky smell flowed from the soil. Zheng Qing faintly heard the weed screaming in the wind.

When he lowered his head.

The weeds in his hands had turned into a pile of black ash and fell down between his fingers. Smoke filled the soil. After a while, the soil that had just been turned up was flattened again, and a small but darker black grass grew on it.

Zheng Qing picked up a strange stone at his feet and smashed it on the elder tree in a rage.

The dried elder bark fell to the ground with a splash as he smashed it.

Behind the bark, on the pale trunk, a line of dark writing was faintly revealed, which was somewhat eye-catching in the pale moonlight. Zheng Qing came closer in surprise, wanting to see more clearly.

The next moment, he screamed and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

Engraved on the pale tree trunk is an epitaph:

"×× (1990**-2009**) Jiuyou College of the First University, Astronomy Class 08-1, was born in Pingyang Prefecture, China, and died in the dreamland Carcosa City, so sad!"

The name and date of birth of the tomb owner are still a little blurry, like ink stained by water on rice paper.

But Zheng Qing recognized it at a glance as his tombstone. That clear experience, vague description, all the clues point to the same conclusion.

This kind of encounter adds an air of mystery and terror to this wasteland.

Zheng Qing even began to suspect that everything he saw and heard was just his fantasy or delirium. The low night covered the gloomy landscape, and everything in the world was making threatening omens.

Are you already dead? !

No, not yet! Zheng Qing suddenly realized that he was not dead yet, but when his name on the tombstone was completely clear, that would be when he died.

This is a land full of evil and disaster. Only by leaving here can we survive.

The omen was so strong that Zheng Qing could almost hear the wizard's intuition yelling in his ears: Get out of here quickly! hurry up!

"'You have to enter the narrow door,'" the wizard muttered. He took one last look at the pale moonlight on the horizon and walked towards the narrow passage under the iron door: "...No, it's not you, it's me who wants to enter the narrow door. door."

"The Master said: If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Infinite Lord...Akbar."

After he prayed very sincerely to all the sacred things he knew, he held the imaginary rune gun and carefully got into the narrow door.