Monster Hunting High School

Atar, the great elder of the Uzar Temple, once said to Zheng Qing, "The closer you are to the sky, the closer you are to reality, so if you climb the highest mountain, you can return to reality." Zheng Qing has now climbed to the highest point of Mount Kala. But he also realized another fact-distance and reality are not completely proportional. Sometimes, the closer you are to the sky, the farther you seem to be from the truth; the more carefully you observe, the less you can see the truth. Just like Zhu Si. The new talisman bullet was "charged" in the gun box, and Zheng Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. He still didn't pay attention to how much damage the previous shot had caused to Mount Kala. He just glanced casually and confirmed that the group of Tindalos hounds had been expelled from this world, and then retracted his gaze. Then he focused on Zhu Si riding on Maodou. Perhaps because he drank too much mushroom soup, Maodou's body size has become much larger, and it doesn't seem abrupt for a seven or eight-year-old girl to ride on it. At this moment, it was wagging its tail, sticking out its tongue happily, and making a low meowing sound in its throat, asking for credit from its owner.

Zheng Qing perfunctorily gave it a thumbs up.

"Who are you?" The wizard asked the little witch riding on the dog without any detours or probing. He held the talisman gun, with the muzzle slightly drooping, but it was vaguely surrounding Zhu Si and Nikita.

Maodou dug the soil under his paws uneasily, his eyes full of uneasiness and confusion. He seemed to not understand why his owner pointed that dangerous thing at him, nor why his previously friendly friend suddenly turned against him.

Of course, in the process, he very wisely kept silent and pretended to be a stone.

The little witch tilted her head, her cute face full of affirmation: "I am Zhu Si!"

"No, you are not." Zheng Qing was very clear about his feelings, and at the same time, he felt a surge of anger. He shook his head and asked stubbornly: "Who are you? Where is Zhu Si? What did you do to her?"

Sensing the dangerous light flashing in the wizard's eyes, this time, the little witch did not pretend to be cute.

She looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled.

"I am indeed Zhu Si." The little witch jumped off Maodou's back and landed steadily on the slope. Her slightly long robe dragged in the environment full of gravel and snow water, which was a bit funny.

Unmatched with this funnyness was the tone and demeanor of the little witch when she spoke - Zheng Qing found it difficult to use accurate words to describe this feeling of disharmony - as if she had suddenly become a different person, or as if she had been possessed by a high-level existence. In short, her voice was calm, her tone was mature, and her eyes had the vicissitudes of seeing through everything.

Then she patted Maodou on the back.

The dog stuck out his tongue, and quickly went back into the void, hiding in its corner of time cracks.

"I am indeed Zhu Si," the little witch repeated this sentence, paused, and then said: "It's just that I am not the seven-year-old little witch Zhu Si in your impression... but a 'Zhu Si' who has lived in the mirror world and the dreamland for a long, long time."

As she said, her eyes fell on Nikita, and she suddenly smiled.

"Just like this little witch," she looked at Nikita with sadness in her eyes, as if she was looking at her own shadow: "When a soul with hope falls endlessly into the abyss, it always has to grab something... to prevent itself from going completely crazy in pain and torture."

Zheng Qing's arm holding the talisman gun trembled slightly.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and vaguely had a guess - but he would rather not guess it, and would rather that Zhu Si in front of him was really disguised by some existence deep in the starry sky.

"Why is this happening?" The wizard's voice was trembling, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't remember anything for a moment. He just murmured: "You were pretending before? How long has it been... I've been away for more than a month. No, I know that time is distorted in the mirror, but... is all this real?"

'Zhu Si' looked at the flustered boy and suddenly burst out laughing.

"It was fake at that time!" She pointed at Zheng Qing's nose, just like the little girl in the mirror world a long time ago: "This is the Dreamland! How can there be something real!"

Zheng Qing was completely confused.

He even began to wonder if he was hit by a powerful confusion spell, otherwise how could he not understand the little witch's words? Or, how could he hear two completely contradictory statements?

'Zhu Si' was not surprised to notice the confusion in Zheng Qing's eyes.

Because even an old adventurer who has been in the Dreamland for a long time can hardly clearly distinguish the subtle differences between the real and the fake in this world, let alone a young wizard who has not yet obtained a registered wizard certificate and has just arrived in the Dreamland for less than a week?

"The time in the mirror is like the image in the mirror, because it is false, it is unstable." The little witch generously imparted her insights to the boy: "Using your current theory to explain, the dimensions of this world are disordered..."

"Do you know the theory of dimension?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.

"It's a very interesting theory," the little witch commented calmly: "Of course I know. Because there are more than just a group of adventurers in this world, and it's not the first time I meet people from outside... Besides, when I sneaked into the mirror, the dimension school had already published many classic papers. Mom and Dad often discussed them at home, and they argued a lot... I was impressed."

Whether it was recalling the scene of her parents' quarrel or because those two words touched her heart, the little witch's expression suddenly became a little gloomy and her voice stopped.

Zheng Qing regretted interjecting indiscriminately.

But soon, Zhu Si spoke again: "...because this essential confusion, reflected in reality, is a cognitive contradiction. In your memory, you and I met ten months ago; but in my time Online, I say goodbye to you thousands of years away."

"Yes, it was a long, long time ago that we met in the mirror world. Even the constant magic cannot prevent the chlorophyll from fading and the yellowing."

She touched the dry beech leaf on her wrist and used it for three "long times" in a row, which sounded particularly distressing:

"...It's just that this illusory and long journey can't make 'her' grow. It just matures a virtual mature personality in her originally immature mind, which is me."

Although the little witch in front of him did not explain it carefully, Zheng Qing could still easily judge that the 'she' in this sentence refers to Zhu Si who first entered the mirror world, and 'I' refers to the little witch in front of him. .