"The one who is far away returns to his hometown."
Jiang Yu touched Zhu Si's head, with a complicated expression on her face, and said softly: "You are indeed far away from home...it has been a long time. Welcome home."
Zhu Si raised his head, made a face, and said with a smile: "But I couldn't even catch my breath when I got home, so I followed you to a new dark world. I don't know how this place compares with the dreamland.
One is further from home.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly snapped her fingers and corrected: "Well... although I can't breathe now."
Another bad joke.
It was difficult for Zheng Qing to find the right expression to face this optimistic little witch.
He could only mutter and continue to analyze the prophecy: "'The threads of fate are intertwined, all living things return to their places, the stars return to the stars,... the hostile face-to-face, filled with blood', should refer to the event that broke out in the black prison.
The battle involves wizards, demons, and outside gods..."
"There may be some dark wizards."
Jiang Yu thought of the letter from home mentioning that the Dark Council had become more active in recent times, and immediately added: "Usually they hide deeper than mice, but if chaos really breaks out in Phuket Island, they will be the first to come out and cause trouble."
"Yes, there is also a dark wizard."
Zheng Qing nodded. He thought of the giant hand with six fingers that he had faced in the small sandbox world during the winter hunt last year. It was a dark wizard.
When he mentioned the dark wizard, he couldn't help but think of the owner of the Wandering Bar in Beta Town. The tall and thin old wizard was the rumored dark wizard. There were also Fei Rui and the Rat Immortal. The rats in the school's underground seemed to have some restless thoughts.
"too messy."
The young wizard was not good at this kind of abstract thinking. The above thoughts simply flashed through his mind, and he immediately shook his head and decisively suppressed them.
Now is not the time to play Conan or Sherlock Holmes.
"You feel confused because the predictions given by Mr. Jiang are too vague." Jiang Yu smiled slightly and patiently explained: "Many old-school fortune tellers have this habit of not saying everything to avoid disaster.
', to avoid disturbing the destiny due to their own predictions... However, many wizards who make a living by divination have no such taboos. Maybe they don't have to worry about debts and itchy lice. Do you still remember that time we went to Quanke
Come?"
"The one invited by Professor Garcia?"
Zheng Qing was quite impressed by the school's only fish-man language professor. After recalling it for a moment, he nodded and said: "Of course I remember, that was the first time I entered the Wei City where the fish-men started... and it was the first time I saw people outside.
Fishmen, but they look more cunning than their counterparts in Linzhong Lake."
Zheng Qing couldn't help but smile when he thought of the little fish people singing the 'Hymn' in unison.
"The totem named 'Yagnegg' has no scruples when it comes to making predictions." As he spoke, the first herb candle had burned out. Jiang Yu did not immediately take out the second one, but cast magic.
, the remaining smoke after confining the embers of the candle: "...well, these smoke can also cover our breath, which can slightly extend the effect of the Baicao Candle."
Zheng Manshan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Forty-five minutes, less than half an hour." He breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the desolate land covered with gravel under his feet, and stamped twice hard: "...The environment in the black prison is really too harsh.
.”
From departure to now, with the help of Jiama Talisman and other talismans, the group has walked nearly a hundred miles, but not long ago when they passed a small mountain pass, when Zheng Qing looked into the distance, the light spot at the end of the darkness had hardly changed at all, and the sky and the earth
With the mountains and surroundings, everything was covered in ink up and down, and the endless darkness seemed to be more intense than when they set out.
This sense of oppression brought by darkness is also one of the reasons why the black cat started singing and Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu found a topic to chat.
They must do something to resist the invisible oppression brought by darkness.
Fight death with vitality.
"Crack!!"
"Boom!"
Behind the thick clouds above our heads, there was a sudden loud noise like cracking silk, followed immediately by endless thunder, rumble, rumble, and gradually farther and farther away.
Zheng Qing raised his head and glanced at the dark night, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
The Hell World didn't look like a place where it would rain, and he didn't feel a trace of the magic power of thunder and lightning spells in the air. So what was the reason for the thunder behind the clouds?
Are there powerful wizards fighting behind the clouds?
Or are wizards experimenting with some new and terrifying magic?
Jiang Yu may also have similar confusion. He also raised his head and looked at the thick black clouds. After looking at them for a long time, he hesitated and said: "Do you feel... those clouds seem to have become a little lower?"
Zheng Qing rubbed his sore neck and shook his head.
"can not tell."
"I can't tell either!" Zhu Si tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve and said anxiously: "Then what? That 'Yagneg' made a prophecy for you, and then what? What did it say? Is it interesting?
?”
When the two young wizards were talking about prophecies, the little witch listened with great interest.
But halfway through, the conversation between Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu unknowingly strayed from the prophecy to the harsh environment of the black prison, and then to the thunder in the air.
To be honest, Zhu Si didn't think there was anything strange about thunder.
In the fantasy dream, there was also thunder like the lowing of cows, and the sound of thunder like the crowing of roosters and hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix. Did she say anything? Compared with the thunder, she preferred to listen to the predictions made by the fortune tellers.
Perhaps in her eyes, prophecies are just as interesting as fairy tales.
"a lot of.
"Zheng Qing smoothed the little witch's hair soothingly, and at the same time frowned, trying to search for the memory that seemed to be a long time ago, and said slowly:
"It said there was an evil gaze staring at the earth, a huge piece of flesh, many tentacles, and a big mouth dripping with slime... I guess it was talking about Shub Nicholas. At least, we have already met it.
His two dependents are here.”
"It also said that Phuket Island is the safest... I doubt this. It was in the safest school on the island that I was sucked into a black prison by a black moon."
"So, the more detailed the prediction, the greater the possibility of error."
Jiang Yu took over the conversation with a smile: "And for-profit divination, even if it is somewhat accurate, prefers to exaggerate in order to gain more benefits from the divination seeker. I remember the 'Yagneg'
His Highness claimed that 'the rivers will dry up, the forests will burn out, the castles will not be able to protect us', etc..."
"But what it said about 'The White Tower was shattered' is true."
An unexpected voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two young wizards, startling both of them.
Zheng Qing turned around suddenly and found a fist-sized black cat squatting on his shoulder at some point, licking its paws out of boredom.