After realizing that his thinking might be disturbed, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a strong impulse in his heart. He raised the talisman gun in his hand and fired in all directions until the talisman bullets in the magazine were empty.
Immediately, he felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips.
The wizard lowered his head and vaguely saw the yellow pinwheel-shaped symbols on the rune gun's body slowly rotating. A touch of the strange color he had seen on the moss slowly dissipated under the rotating windmill, and a few dim electric flowers appeared in it.
His fingertips shattered.
But when he looked closely, he found that the symbols were motionless, as if it was just his illusion.
The wizard took a deep breath and blinked his eyes. The red light in his eyes grew slightly, and the two strange colors that had just extended from the back of his head to the corners of his eyes disappeared silently.
Along with the tingling pain on his fingertips, a refreshing chill spread from the inside out - as if a wind was born from the sky above the heart lake, blowing through his soul and body - Zheng Qing felt the anxiety and restlessness that had just emerged a moment ago.
The anger and anger seemed to be cleared away in this moment, just like the groundhog in the hole that had just sprouted its ears and was knocked back into the hole with a big hammer.
At the same time, the witch did not sit back and watch.
"Think about it quietly!"
Jiang Yu quickly opened the Dharma book, brushed his fingers over the fine incantations, and recited an embedded magic spell in a low voice: "... bless your destiny!"
Blue and green light rolled between the witch's fingers, exuding a calming aura.
On the other side, the two-headed Minotaur stood up suddenly, with his two heads on the left and right, and shouted lowly at the same time. He turned the totem stick in his hand into a beautiful stick flower in the night, and then stabbed it heavily on the ground.
The dark blue calm halo overlapped with the witch's spell, turning into a circular magic tide visible to the naked eye, centered on the three people and spreading outward.
But this magic wave only rushed less than a hundred meters before it hit an invisible barrier and stopped further spread. However, the heavy barrier could not completely suppress the potential energy of the magic wave. After being prevented from spreading, the magic wave rolling outwards
Rising up into the sky, it was like a sea tide hitting a dam, splashing blue and green waves.
Beyond the tide.
That invisible barrier, under the impact of the magic wave, shimmered with ghostly brilliance, emitting patches of bright but dark, colorful but uncertain colors that are difficult to describe in words.
Like a clear opal stone, you can see the flame of ruby, the color spots of amethyst, and the jade of emerald. The colors are gorgeous and changing, like the paradise in a dream, colorful and integrated.
But unlike Opal, Zheng Qing could not see a trace of purity, hope and beauty in those colors. He felt that those colors were more like a drop of oil falling into water, a colorful illusion produced by the interference of light, beautiful, but dirty.
…
Several hundred meters away from the two young wizards.
The edge of the dead forest.
On top of a jagged rock that suddenly protrudes from a hill, a black cat is licking its paws and looking with interest at the young wizards not far away who are lost in the colorful colors.
"Let you feed me dog food!" it scolded angrily, its tail swaying proudly: "I am obviously a cat... I should teach you a lesson... I know that the world is dangerous, and people's hearts... cat hearts
An ancient truth.”
As he said that, the black cat had already licked the last trace of blood on his paws.
It lowered its eyelids, glanced downward, and added: "...The lich's heart is not ancient either."
Under the rugged rocks, there lay a crooked corpse. A little further away, Old Thor - the old lich who acted as a guide for the adventure team - had his head stuck straight on a dry tree branch.
Thick green blood slowly flowed out from the corners of its eyes, mouth and ears, spreading downward along the branches.
The dry branches of the dead tree were like twisted sponges. The green blood did not flow far before disappearing between the cracks of the cracked trees, leaving only slippery traces, which quickly disappeared into the night.
The black cat looked back and muttered: "...Isn't it okay to lead the way honestly... Although I don't mind if you lead them into the ditch, it would be bad if you left your employer and sneaked away from the ditch quietly."
In the distance, the witch happened to be casting a spell, and the invisible magic impact was transmitted to the edge of the dead forest, making the long-dead dead tree tremble slightly.
The old lich's head hanging on a dead tree branch drooped downwards as the dead branches trembled, as if in response to the black cat's cooing. The last drop of sticky green blood in the corners of its eyes was also drooping in this violent movement.
He fell down with a trace of unwillingness.
The black cat did not notice the old lich's last confession.
It put down its paws that it had licked clean, stood up, raised its head, and looked seriously into the depths of the dead forest. Its dark red eyes were dimming in the night. Its tail also lost its previous leisurely interest. The tip of its tail
Pointed to the earth.
"The noise is a bit loud, Miss." The black cat murmured, stepping alternately on the stones under his feet with his paws, and his ears twitched uneasily a few times.
The magic tide set off by the witch and the Minotaur collided with the warning mechanism reserved by the owner of this dry forest, awakening the ancient life sleeping underground.
Just like a small insect caught in a spider web, if your hands and feet are smooth and you can slip away quietly, there won't be much trouble. But if you struggle too much in the spider web and alert the predators deep in the web, you will inevitably face the ensuing dangers.
strangled.
At this moment, the brilliant colors rippling on the barrier are spreading rapidly in all directions - as if there is an invisible paintbrush that is filling up with those colors and smearing them everywhere.
From the branches of the dead trees to the gravel on the ground; from the jagged rocks to the petrified bones; then to the surrounding air, the sky full of stars, and even the dark night.
Everything is covered in those weird and active colors.
Swish, swish, swish.
There was a rustling sound coming from the ground, as if someone was scratching the tip of the heart with a claw, which made people feel uncomfortable. Along with the rustling sound, slender white grass slowly grew out of the ground, swaying without the wind.
, shining slightly under the faint starlight.
Black Cat felt the short hair on the back of his neck explode at the same moment.
"It's too scary for the cat," it murmured, looking at the hazy dead forest again, a trace of confusion flashed in its dark red pupils: "Isn't this a tree demon that has transformed into a spider? How come it smells like a starry sky?
What about the stench deep inside..."
Before he finished speaking, the black cat quickly jumped back.
Click.
A black shadow passed by, and the strange rock that the black cat had just landed on was easily crushed. It looked intently, and saw that the black shadow was the branch where the old lich's head had just been hung.
At this moment, including that branch, the entire long-dead forest, after being painted with that brilliant color, seemed to have been baptized by the top legendary wizard's "Lin Rain Curse" and came back to life.
And it’s a little too ‘living’.
This chapter has been completed!