Zheng Qing had many guesses about the scene submerged in white mist.
For example, below is a sea of boiling oil, with mountains made of sharp blades standing in the sea, incomplete souls crying in the sea, and mutilated corpses climbing the mountains, with pieces of flesh and blood cut off. It's like a real hell.
For another example, there is a huge maze below. There is a ferocious Sphinx squatting at the entrance of the maze. There are all kinds of monsters wandering in the maze. He needs to make a huge effort every time he takes a step forward.
But when he walked down the steps, passed through the fog, and saw a barren black grassland, he couldn't help but be stunned.
The scene before him was very similar to the world he saw before passing through the narrow gate.
The same black grass, the same silence and desolation.
The difference was that at the end of the grassland, very far away, stood a tall bronze door that looked similar to the black iron door he had seen before, but even from a very long distance, he could clearly distinguish it.
The material of the new door is completely different from the black iron door.
There is an essential difference between the wild atmosphere rising from the bronze door and the solemnity of the black iron door.
That touch of cyan looks particularly dazzling in this dark world.
The young wizard couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He suspected that there might be a silver door, a gold door, or even a diamond door behind the bronze door. Could it be that he wanted to go door by door in this inexplicable world?
Spend your life?
With this terrible thought, Zheng Qing hung the talisman gun on his waist, and then took out a few talisman papers from the gray cloth bag.
One slippery cloud talisman and two armor and horse talismans.
He tried shouting "edou" twice into the air, and waited for a long time, but he never saw the gray figure.
The wizard smiled to himself and replaced the Cloud Sliding Talisman with the Cloud Climbing Talisman.
Then, amidst the sound of clouds crawling, he held his talisman gun and slowly walked towards the bronze door at the end of the black grassland in the far distance.
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Deep inside the museum in the city of Uzzah.
The small but lively cocktail party between the young wizard from the First University and the great elder Atal from the temple was coming to an end.
The old man drank happily, his face was red and his eyes were bright.
Several wizards were also drinking to their heart's content. Zhang Jixin had already taken off his robe, hung it around his waist, and tied it with a strange knot - this was his previous costume when he was dancing for the fun of drinking.
Fatty Xin had a mournful expression, his blue face showing a bit of gray. He covered his watch and muttered over and over again, 'No more', 'Really no more', 'One bottle, no, not a drop is gone'
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Xiao Xiao's notebook is already filled with the secrets of dreamland.
Jiang Yu stood in front of the window from beginning to end, far away from the noisy and chaotic world. Maodou squatted on the window sill in front of her, with her two front legs intertwined and her head on top. She seemed to be asleep, with only the occasional sound coming from the void.
The gray figures that jumped out told the witch that it was still trying to find traces of Zheng Qing.
This is also the reason why the witch can stand patiently in front of the window.
If the dog that can travel through time and space can't find any trace of Zheng Qing, then she won't gain anything even if she runs outside all night.
Night prayers have long ended.
The various cats that crowded the streets and alleys disappeared into the night again. Only a few of them were still patrolling the streets, as if they were looking for a lone cat to beat and sacrifice.
The witch sighed softly.
Suddenly, Maodou, who was squatting on the windowsill, raised his head, raised his ears, and looked out the window.
"Found it?" Jiang Yu immediately cheered up, and the white cat ears in her hair stood up.
Maodou looked around suspiciously and whispered uncertainly, "Meow".
"Not found?" The white cat ears collapsed again.
"It's saying that it's not sure either." A hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded at the witch's feet.
Jiang Yu lowered his head. It was the old hairless cat who claimed to be a temple attendant and was leaning on a cane.
"If you found it, you found it. If you didn't find it, you didn't find it. I'm not sure what that means." The witch combed her hair with some annoyance and trimmed a few hairs hanging from the cat's ears: "...even your own master
I can’t even find it, it’s really useless.”
Maodou leaned down and grinned at her, wagging his tail in a flattering way.
This cleverness made it impossible for the witch to vent her anger.
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The old cat's unpleasant voice sounded again.
"The biggest difference between the dreamland and the real world is the barrier." It tapped the wooden stick on the ground in its hand, jumped suddenly, landed lightly on the windowsill, crossed its legs, and sat on Maodou's belly.
Maodou flicked his tail, looked back at the old cat, opened his mouth, but in the end no 'meow' came out.
Jiang Yuping looked at the huge black pupils in the old cat's amber eyes and asked in confusion: "...What does this have to do with finding someone?"
"If the real world is a gem stored in a safe with alarms and guards arranged outside, then the dreamland is a pearl thrown on the street." Lao Mao made a very popular metaphor.
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"Any being can reach out to that pearl... There are even many beings that live in this pearl. It's just that there are too many hands reaching out to the pearl, so no one hand can dominate this pearl."
"Starry sky?" The witch slightly understood the meaning behind the old cat's words, and said thoughtfully: "You mean, our captain went to the realm of a certain being who originated from the starry sky?"
The old cat did not directly answer her guess, but continued to analyze: "If I am not mistaken, this little guy has a hint of Msisha's breath... The Tindaros family also has branches in the Dreamland, and their other abilities are not visible.
How outstanding he is, but his instinct for tracking and killing is commendable. If even the descendants of Mhisha cannot follow the trail, there must be a power that can compete with Mhisha."
"In Dreamland, there are only a handful of areas like this."
Jiang Yu raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The stars are bright, shining with different frequencies of light in the flowing, colorful night, like eyeballs staring at this land.
She couldn't help but sigh for the third time.
"Too many," the white cat ears lay completely in the hair, looking weak: "There are so many stars, how do we know which one he is hidden on?"
"So, the best choice is to wait." The old cat held the wooden stick, raised his chin, and the beard at the corner of his mouth trembled very steadily: "Waiting is something that transcends the world, race and ideas, and is most worthy of praise.
The good news is that you can’t find him, and those monsters can’t find him, so for now, he won’t be eaten by those monsters.”
The witch rolled her eyes inwardly.
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