There is no right or wrong in the black prison, only the difference between the living and the dead.
Zheng Qing had already deeply understood this through his simple communication with the demons.
A creature's yearning for "life" is a mark engraved in the deepest part of the bloodline. It is a higher-level instinct that transcends all acquired shackles such as race, principles, morality, etc.
When a life struggles in the endless darkness for a long time, and experiences the pain of life passing by but unable to die immediately, its desire for life will spurt out from the deepest part of its blood, bursting like fire, capable of burning away all restraints.
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This is the black prison.
The cruelest mercy shown by wizards to monsters.
Therefore, the performance of the old lich did not exceed the expectations of the young wizard.
"Yes, yes, you are stone sculptures."
Zheng Qing waved his hand to stop the old lich from continuing to kneel and lick, and asked directly: "I will only ask you once, how to get to the Black Prison Castle?"
"We are inferior prisoners who live in the wilderness, how do we know the location of the Black Prison Castle!" The old lich had a vicissitudes of life on his face, and pointed around in a heavy tone: "In this life, I don't even know the location of this valley.
…”
Zheng Qing raised his hand to stop it from continuing to speak, and then winked at the black cat at his feet.
A vicious smile appeared on the cat's face, and it raised its paw, revealing several sharp claws. It waved it along, and several rays of silver light flashed through, making it particularly eye-catching in the night.
"Wow!"
The tiger demon who had been staying nearby pretending to be a sculpture neatly turned into four segments and slowly slid to the ground. The tiger's eyes suddenly widened and seemed to want to say something, but soon lost their luster and turned into a piece of
gray.
In an instant, the thick blood dripping from the severed corpses spread all over the ground, and was soon sucked clean by the dry earth underfoot.
The old lich swallowed.
But he didn't know whether he was frightened by the sharp and sharp methods of the wizard in front of him, or because he was greedy for the warm body of his companion at his feet. Considering that the prisoners in the black prison were all accustomed to death, Zheng Qing was more inclined to the latter speculation.
"...I haven't even...never walked out of this river valley a few times." The old lich swallowed his saliva and finished what he just said with great difficulty.
Zheng Qing sighed.
"I'll ask you again, how to get to the Black Prison Castle." The young public-funded student squinted his eyes slightly, with a red light very similar to the demons in his eyes, and reminded: "There is no shortage of prisoners in the Black Prison.
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"But it's very rare for a prisoner like me to still have some sense left." The old lich's eyes were rolling around, sometimes looking at the black cat's paws, sometimes at the gray bag on the wizard's waist, although his voice was a bit loud.
Flattery, but surprisingly calm, and can even tell a moderate joke:
"...You can't expect a stone sculpture to run around that lacks magic."
Are you talking about conditions?
Zheng Qing felt a little surprised in his heart.
"Do you want to add some magic power?" He looked at the old lich with a half-smile: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I have died once, no, I have died many times, and I have long been used to it." The old lich's blue-grey skin stretched slightly, and his scarlet eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, but they immediately brightened again:
"In this world, death is not the most terrifying thing, but living is... You have only been here for a short time, and you have never experienced the terrible feeling of emptiness in your body and soul after the magic power slowly passes away. It seems as if someone is in your presence.
There is a big hole dug in your heart. Every ounce of your strength, every thought, and even every hope flows continuously along the big hole. It is like grabbing the moon in the river with your hands. You can catch it no matter what.
Can’t catch it.”
The old lich talked about those terrible scenes in a very calm tone, but the description was extremely vivid and clear, making Zheng Qing feel a little uncomfortable all over.
It also strengthened his idea of sending Jiang Yu and Zhu Si out as soon as possible.
Jiang Yu may be able to persist a little longer because of his youth, but Zhu Si cannot.
When leaving the Dreamland, Elder Atal had discussed the little witch's physical problems with him. Due to his long stay in the Dreamland, Zhu Si's soul power had been consumed by seven to eighty-eight percent, and now he could only rely on a trace of obsession.
Survival - Her current strength is not even comparable to that of an ordinary ghost.
Zheng Qing was very worried that a gust of wind would blow the little guy away.
He took her out of the dreamland to survive, not to kill her.
If you want her to survive, you must send her to the school hospital or research institute as soon as possible. Only wizards who understand the true meaning of the soul and master healing spells can save Zhu Si's fate.
"A magic potion,"
Zheng Qing no longer hesitated. What the old lich said made sense. Although there were many prisoners in the black prison, few had clear minds. He couldn't wait any longer:
"A magic potion, this is the greatest sincerity I can show now. You lead us to find the Black Prison... If everything goes well, I will provide other ways to replenish magic power. For example, I still have some raw materials for preparing magic potion.
You were once a wizard, you should know how to do it."
"Wizards never negotiate terms with monsters!" the black cat screamed, raising its tail.
Jiang Yu answered the black cat's question for Zheng Qing: "You are not a wizard."
The black cat was stunned for a second, and the whiskers at the corners of his mouth and the erect tail drooped together: "That's right... I'm not a wizard, why should I mind your business."
The corners of the witch's mouth curled up slightly, and she reached back with one hand to wrap her arms around the shoulders of the dodging little witch.
"Deal!" The old lich immediately stretched out his hand, spread it in front of Zheng Qing, and said impatiently: "Magic potion... such an ancient and friendly name. Since entering the black prison, I have never had it again.
I’ve heard these words before.”
"Isn't it necessary to make a contract?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and put his fingers into the gray cloth bag, but did not immediately take out the ampoule containing the magic potion.
Contracts are a tool to protect the weak. In theory, the old lich should be more cautious than several young wizards and need the protection of a contract more urgently.
"Contract?" The old lich let out a whimper in his throat, with a strange smile on his face: "The laws of the dark prison world are missing. This is a world that is not protected by the spirit of the contract... and the prisoners in this prison do not have enough
The magic power was squandered on the contract. Rather than wasting magic power on that thin piece of parchment, everyone would rather savor the taste of the parchment."
"Then how do you make a deal?" Jiang Yu asked curiously.
The old lich glanced at her and said eight words: "The weak will eat the strong... It's a deal."
"It's really eye-opening." Black Cat squatted aside, his face full of emotion: "In the most chaotic world, the most basic order is hidden... In addition to magic, wizards have lost the power of belief."