Chapter two hundred and ninety third trying to forget the past
The soft tentacles finally slowly withdrew from Zhang Jixin.
But it was not taken into the house.
When passing by the crucible, the tentacle stayed for a moment, and then, in full view of everyone, it broke off with a snap, and together with the golden pea stuck to the top of the tentacle, fell into the boiling mushroom soup.
The plump mushroom slices were knocked over by the tentacles and golden beans, but soon began to simmer again under the agitation of the soup. The tentacles struggled for a long time in the soup until a hint of color appeared.
Golden, then gradually calmed down.
Because the whole process was a bit sudden and a bit scary, the young wizards in the room stared blankly at the crucible for a long time, not knowing how to react.
Behind the door, the blurry face made a hissing sound, as if it was taking air-conditioning. Zheng Qing was not sure about this, because the other party's speaking voice was not normal. He used his slightly noisy
The mixed voice prompts: "Find the golden bean and it will take you home."
Zheng Qing looked at the crucible cautiously.
"What do we need to pay?" He would not forget the most important principle when trading with a dark wizard, and repeated the previous proposal: "Gold, knowledge...or the life you mentioned before?"
The little banshee behind Nikita let out a low moan, seeming to be cursing this damn world.
"Gold...hey." The face behind the door made a trembling, mocking voice: "This is a dreamland, what does the gold here mean to me?... As for knowledge... My difficulty now is that I don't know too much.
Too much, but too little to give up. Too much knowledge is like a rope, it will slowly hang you in books."
"Then what do you want?" Jiang Yu finally couldn't help it and asked.
"What do I want?" After hearing the witch's words, the face behind the door was absent-minded for a moment. He raised his blurred face and stared at the dark night sky with his dark eyes. After a long while, he replied softly: "I want to forget.
, forgetting the faces of the gods.”
This is an answer that is beyond everyone's expectations.
Zheng Qing was ready to hand over Nikita in exchange for the opportunity to climb the mountain with his companions. But he did not expect that the black wizard's request would be so strange.
"Why?" He felt as if he had come into contact with some taboo knowledge, and the huge cocoon of light in the sea of consciousness was rising and rising, making his head hurt.
The wizard couldn't help but quietly pressed his forehead, and the redness in his eyes slowly faded a bit.
Jiang Yu glanced at him worriedly.
The dark eyes of the owner of the old house slowly turned and fell back on Zheng Qing: "Because they don't like to be observed...the gods are no longer as tolerant and kind as they used to be, and they prohibit all beings from seeing their appearance.
, it is forbidden to talk about their whereabouts. A long time ago, they used to live on the top of Mount Kara, but now, they have erased all traces of their existence."
"Have you ever seen the appearance of gods?" Zheng Qing was keenly aware of some vague words used by the owner of the old house and subconsciously used honorifics - although his husband had once told him that gods were just powerful wizards.
But the mystery and power represented by this word cannot be erased with a simple recognition.
This time, the owner of the old house was silent for a longer time.
"A long time ago, I once climbed to the top of Mount Kara on a cloudy lunar eclipse night." The blurry face shrank into the door, as if he wanted to hide himself completely, but his voice was mixed with multiple harshness.
The harmonies of the effect are still flowing into the ears of the young wizards:
"...I watched them singing loudly on the top of the mountain, watching them dancing wildly under the moon. Thick and majestic clouds flooded the entire mountain peak, but they could not stop me from watching...I saw that the gods were here
Singing and dancing under the moonlight... They started to panic, or maybe I was panicking... Then the moonlight dimmed... Screams and laughter intertwined, and an endless abyss appeared under my feet... The gods were there
Up, I fell into the sky."
"Falling into the sky?" When Zheng Qing heard this strange description, he couldn't help but interrupt the old man's description, trying to make him speak more clearly.
But immediately, he felt his sleeve being pulled.
Looking back, it was Jiang Yu.
The witch frowned, with a look of pain on her face. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but Zheng Qing did not hear a sound. The other hunters of the Exoneration Hunting Team, including the two banshees, also had similar expressions.
status.
Xiao Xiao didn't know when to prop up the tortoise shell magic weapon again. The pale golden light film was propped up around the others. There was only a thin layer, like a paper shell that had experienced the baptism of violent winds and rains. Under Zheng Qing's eyes,
The middle is shaking and about to fall apart.
Jiang Yu held a jade pendant in her hand and spoke again.
This time, Zheng Qing finally heard her words clearly.
"Don't listen, and don't ask!" There was a rare panic in her voice: "That is forbidden knowledge! He is contaminated by existence from the depths of the starry sky!"
"I also have prepared Lourdes holy water here!" Fatty Xin struggled to take out several transparent glass bottles from his pocket. The glass bottles contained a pool of transparent liquid that exuded white light. Golden stars could be vaguely seen in the liquid.
Medium ups and downs.
"We need it too!" The faceless demon who had been hiding behind Nikita raised his hands and shouted loudly.
The fat man glanced at Zheng Qing.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds and nodded. This was not because he was overflowing with compassion, but because he was worried that the pollution from the starry sky would be brought into the school along with the two banshees. In addition, after the demons were polluted by the starry sky, they would
He didn't know what kind of changes would occur. It would be worst if the contaminated demon went crazy.
Compared to that kind of chaos, Zheng Qing is more willing to accept the delicate balance in front of him.
Perhaps he was aware of the disturbing state of the guests at the moment, or perhaps he was just caught up in the memories of a long time ago. After the voice behind the door was interrupted by Zheng Qing, he fell into a long silence.
There was no sound of insects or wind in the small courtyard. Zheng Qing could only hear the heavy breathing of his companions and the gurgling boiling in the crucible. Occasionally, there was the sound of the cap of an ampoule being pulled off.
"Few people can be as indifferent as you after hearing these taboos." Behind the door, the muddy harmony of the old house owner sounded again. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that this time, his voice seemed to have changed.
It is even more difficult to understand than before: "This makes me a little more confident in the deal between us...I understand why little Atal asked you to come to this house."
"I doubt this." Zheng Qing felt the swelling pain from time to time in the sea of consciousness, and vaguely guessed why he was not affected by the depths of the starry sky.
He looked back at his companions again, beginning to feel uneasy about his previous choices.