Monster Hunting High School

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

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

On the steps, a long sigh came from behind the door, like the night wind blowing through the treetops, shadowy and indistinct, but hard to hear. Zheng Qing picked up the green bean, glanced at the still closed door, then at the innocent-looking Maodou, and then turned back to look at his companions.

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

Zheng Qing shook his head.

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

"Maybe we should eat it." Fatty Xin's suggestion did not go beyond Zheng Qing's expectations. In fact, the young public-sponsored student was also thinking about this possibility at this moment.

Jiang Yu raised her hand and stopped this suggestion.

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

Zheng Qing was a little hesitant and couldn't help but glance at Xiao Xiao.

The apologetic diviner was holding his black notebook and frowning, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem.

"What do you think?" Zheng Qing asked the hunting team's think tank.

Xiao Xiao's eyes were still staring at the black notebook, and his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep, a little erratic: "Find the golden bean, and it will take you home."

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

"Go home." Xiao Xiao raised his head, his eyes returned to clarity, and he replied seriously: "What the owner of this old house said before, 'find that golden bean, it will take you home'... He used It’s about ‘going home’, not ‘going up the mountain’.”

Including Nikita, several other hunters in the Exoneration Hunting Team also immediately noticed the subtle differences.

Except Zhang Jixin.

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

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

"What's the difference?" Zhang Jixin spread his hands quite speechlessly: "Going home or going up the mountain...what difference does it make to us? Wouldn't it be easier to just go home?"

"It's not simple." Xiao Xiao patiently analyzed: "Because 'home' is an extremely broad concept. Going home does not necessarily mean taking us back to First University. It may also allow us to return to our respective dreams... You know, here is Dreamland, each of us has our own dream fragments.”

Zhang Jixin opened his eyes wide and stared at the green pea.

After a while, he scratched his head anxiously: "What should we do? The captain didn't find any clues from it... Should we just keep staring at it in a daze?"

The venue fell into silence for a moment.

There was no wind near the old house, and Zheng Qing could only hear the soft gasps of the edamame beans and the rustling of the vague monsters scratching the grass outside the door.

Rustling, rustling, rustling, buzzing...

Is someone talking?

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, tilted his ears, raised his hand to signal others to stay quiet, and at the same time concentrated his attention, trying to distinguish the message from the rustling and buzzing sounds——

"Buzz...Bal...Balse...Buzz..."

"Buzz...Hatig...Klashan...Buzz..."

"The great...sage...pilgrimage...hum..."

"Incredible...incredible...the...buzzing...on the night of the lunar eclipse..."

It was as if many people were whispering in his ears. Although the voices were a bit vague and very unfamiliar, Zheng Qing had a hint of understanding in his heart. This was an echo of the history left in Kela Mountain - because there was a voice among them, Zheng Qing. Qing was very familiar with it. It was the voice of the owner of Engla's old house, but compared with now, his voice at that time was still very clear and single.

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

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

"What?" Others did not hear the words Zheng Qing described. They could only hear the increasingly frequent scratching sounds outside the door.

"Someone is talking." Zheng Qing described every word he heard in detail, but because the information was too fragmented, no one could understand its meaning.

"Perhaps it's because of the bean?" Fatty Xin guessed, reaching out to catch the green pea in Zheng Qing's hand. But as soon as his fingers touched the bean, a layer of blue patterns suddenly appeared on his light blue skin. His thoughts surged, and a few granules sprouted from the fingertips that touched the beans.

"F*ck!" The fat man screamed strangely, as if he had touched a red-hot iron, he quickly retracted his arm, and at the same time took out two bottles of Lourdes holy water from his arms. One bottle was poured directly into his stomach, and the other bottle was poured into his stomach. The fingertips covered with granulation were stuffed in and soaked.

The light blue granulation melted silently in the holy water.

The cold sweat on the fat man's forehead slowly fell.

The onlookers took two steps back, leaving Zheng Qing alone, holding the green pea between his fingers like a cocklebur, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"I don't have any strange parts growing on my body, right?" He asked his companions with a grimace and his eyes.

Jiang Yu looked carefully for a moment, and finally replied cautiously: "At least from the outside, everything seems 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 thing into the crucible. The green beans collided with the dark pottery wall, making a low popping sound.

Then he held his breath again and listened.

This time, there was no echo from deep in the mountains.

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

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

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

"It's like a radio. You can receive a variety of signals after you turn it on," the fortune teller explained patiently. For this reason, he also deliberately chose a metaphor to make it easier for Zheng Qing to understand: "But if you want to To listen to what you want to hear, you must tune into the appropriate frequency... In this way, you hold the beans tightly, clear your mind, and focus on one thought in your mind: "I want to go up the mountain."