Even though he was very sure in his heart that the fat blue man lying on the beach was his classmate, Zheng Qing would not be careless at all. He still followed the formal procedures in the hunting plan and examined the fat man.
During the whole process, Fatty Blue, who was sitting on the beach, acted very cooperatively. Except for wiping his saliva when a young lady wearing a bikini passed by him, he made no other movements.
"Aren't you worried that I am a monster in the dream?"
Zheng Qing threw the talisman papers that could ward off evil spirits, subjugate demons, and transform evil spirits on the fat man, and asked curiously: "Are you so confident about my talisman papers?"
The fat man raised his eyebrows and looked down at a talisman that was slowly falling.
The yellow talisman paper fluttered and fell, stuck to the grease and sweat stains on his body, without causing any abnormality. Zheng Qing used his hand gesture to activate the talisman paper, and the fat man was wrapped in wisps of green smoke, looking like a statue enjoying incense.
of the Big Buddha.
"Isn't this normal?"
The fat man patted his belly, took a deep breath, sucked in the smoke from the fireworks that surrounded him, and showed an honest smile: "...and even if I'm worried, I'll have to keep you closer before I have time to react.
Na."
As he spoke, he turned over and put away a small black box.
Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
The box was about an inch long and two fingers thick. There was a small hole the size of a meter at the top of the box. The box was covered with golden runes. It was the flying centipede they bought at Wandering Bar a long time ago.
Flying centipedes like to suck the brains of demons and are very sensitive to demonic scents. But this does not mean that they only react to demonic scents. This kind of ancient insect can recognize crises and weirdness far better than ordinary wizards.
The flying centipede in the fat man's hand could only sense abnormalities within fifteen steps because of its young age.
Based on this request, he also hoped that Zheng Qing would get closer.
But there is a problem.
"I remember that the flying centipede was kept by the elders." The young public-funded student took a step back, with a hint of vigilance on his face: "Even if the elders lend it to you without going through sacrifice, how can you use it?"
"It's because I don't have any sacrifices, so it can only identify the breath within fifteen steps." The fat man looked at another beautiful woman running on the beach with a squinting look, and at the same time glanced at Zheng Qing with his peripheral vision,
He complained: "I don't think it's strange that you have a tail hanging behind you, but you still doubt me?"
Tail?
Zheng Qing was a little confused and turned his head to look back.
He thought the fat man was saying that someone was following him, but after turning around, he realized that the fat man was talking about the real tail. A thick and long tail covered with black soft fur. As if aware of Zheng Qing's thoughts, from under his robe
I poked it out and clicked a few times in the air.
It looks like a little hand saying hello.
Zheng Qing was so frightened that he leaned back and almost fell on the beach.
The black tail was dangling in the air, trying hard to help the wizard maintain his balance, which made Zheng Qing feel an indescribable absurdity in his heart.
"So, you just told me to learn to control myself, which is a fallacy." The fat man took out a knife from nowhere, cut open the belly of the roasted camel, reached inside and rummaged around for a long time, and finally took out a roasted quail, and cut it open.
He went to his mouth and bit it randomly, shook his head, and commented:
"You can't even control what you look like, and you still want to hide your thoughts, which is the most ridiculous thing in the world... The consequence of trying to block your own thoughts is that no matter where you go, there will be a fog behind you."
Zheng Qing ignored the fat man's teasing and quickly took out a mirror from the gray cloth bag.
Took a photo.
Fortunately, fortunately, although his face was a little pale, he still had his own face now and was not running around staring at a cat's face. The young public-funded student breathed a sigh of relief and looked back.
Just like what the fat man just said.
Behind him, in the distance, were pieces of light mist, like a tail trailing by a white robe. Compared with the world he had just arrived in, the mist was not as dense, but it also transformed the originally clean and refreshing beach.
The smearing adds a bit more fuzzy and chaotic feeling.
"Let's go, let's go." The fat man finished chewing the last piece of breast meat of the roasted quail, threw away the bones, stood up with difficulty, and looked around reluctantly: "... In good times and beautiful scenery, who can enjoy it?
The dream is gone, gone."
After saying that, he casually wiped his greasy hands on Zheng Qing's robe and rushed towards the edamame while shouting.
The dog meowed and ran away.
Zheng Qing looked at the oil stain on his robe and bared his teeth. Just as he was about to curse a few words, he saw a mist clinging to his robe and eliminating the oil stain.
This is a dream and an illusion.
Zheng Qing nodded thoughtfully and followed the footsteps of Maodou and Fatty in the distance.
…
…
The water ripples.
It distorted the originally illusory face of the dream and shattered the white mist.
Mr. Wu moved his eyes away from the clear water in the copper basin and looked at the door of Sanyou Bookstore.
"That bastard went to Dreamland?"
A yellow whirlwind broke through the door curtain of the bookstore, blew to the owner's lounge chair, and stopped abruptly: "...It's just nonsense! Lawless! How dare he be so reckless! A group of first-year wizards dare to go to Dreamland?
!How do schools teach people now!"
The yellow raccoon puffed its beard and glared, growling in a low voice, and the tip of its tail swung wildly in the air behind him.
Its sound made the copper basin buzz, and the clear water in the copper basin also trembled, making the reflection in the clear water become fragmented.
Mr. Wu took off his glasses, put the book he was holding on his knees, rubbed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the tip of the yellow tabby cat's tail. He felt that the cat's tail looked very much like the tail of a gray-skinned dog.
Maybe the cat and the dog were reborn in the wrong child? The old man thought to himself, looked up at the ceiling, and once again wondered whether there was some kind of existence outside the world that would interfere with the operation of this world.
"Of course the school has school rules." Mr. Wu replied nonchalantly: "As for why the child went to Dreamland, I can probably guess the reason... and I took him there once before, and he thought there was nothing big there.
It’s dangerous.”
"Why did you take him there?"
"See the falseness and reality of this world."
"Didn't you tell him how dangerous the world in the mirror is? Those old things deep in the starry sky cannot come to this world, but they can extend their tentacles into the dreamland... Does he know this?"
"I probably don't know." The gentleman looked at the tabby cat and sincerely spread his hands:
"But if you keep it in a greenhouse, even the roughest grass will become delicate... Just like when you face the sun, you will always fall asleep. Only when you are blown by the cold wind can your consciousness become clear.
Some. This is not a big truth, it is a little common sense."