Hunting College

Contrary to that barren and dark world.

The world behind the door is full of endless paleness—a bit like the blank place that Zheng Qing once visited, but not exactly the same. Because this world will not peep into the minds of visitors, and there will be no ethereal voice repeating every thought in Zheng Qing's heart.

Standing in the doorway was the figure in the yellow robe, with his back facing Zheng Qing.

Hearing Zheng Qing's footsteps, he turned around.

As before, he still wears a white soft mask on his face, his hands are in his sleeves, and his lower body is submerged in the thick white mist. You can vaguely see the tentacles rolling in the mist.

The green in his eyes is one of the few colors in this pale land.

"Coming?" The yellow-clothed man's hoarse voice sounded.

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the ridicule in his voice—perhaps he did not mean to ridicule, but Zheng Qing thought he did.

"You, sir, you should take off the mask." He tried to make his voice polite: "If you want to see me and want to say something to me, why not take off the mask and see you frankly?"

"Mask?" The man in yellow was obviously a little confused: "What is a mask?"

"It's the thing on your face."

The green eyes under the hood flashed: "I don't wear a mask."

"No...No?" Zheng Qing looked at the white face, his heart suddenly tightened, and his voice couldn't help but dry out: "No...no. I know a faceless person who looks just like you... …You said this is **** before, but you didn’t expect **** to be like this..."

The yellow-robed man interrupted the incoherent greeting of the young wizard:

"To you, this is hell."

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, like a ruined fish. He felt his tongue tingle.

After a while, he asked dumbly, "...and then?"

Let him enter the narrow door, and then?

This is his own hell, then?

I have reached hell, then?

"...I always have to know what I am facing." The young wizard mustered up the courage and asked again.

The yellow robe was windless and automatic, and the sleeves of the robe hunted, and the white mist that flooded the corners of the robe was surging, and the thick tentacles inside seemed to be tumbling and rolling.

"The truth is the most terrible thing in the world." Huang Paozi's words sounded familiar to Zheng Qing. He thought about it for a while before reacting. Not long ago, when Mr. Wu gave him a private make-up lesson, he once said something similar. if.

In that class, Zheng Qing learned many truths—such as Professor Yao’s true identity, the big bomb deep in his soul, etc.—that gave him a very deep understanding of the power of this sentence. .

At this moment, when he heard that the mysterious yellow robe on the other side wanted to talk about the ‘truth’, Zheng Qing had an urge to fish a jar of ‘yellow slurry’ from the toilet and put it on the other’s face.

The last thing he needs in life is the truth.

Are you ignorant and unhappy to live?

"Want to know who I am, why you were drawn into this world by me, how to get out of here, even how to leave the dreamland, want to take away that little girl, or do something for your husband... Then Just muster the courage and keep going."

Huang Paozi's words made Zheng Qing feel confused.

Zheng Qing has no doubt that the yellow robe opposite must be a great existence from the depths of the starry sky, and only those legendary or even beyond legendary wizards have the confidence to ‘help Mr. do something’.

The only problem is that according to Mr.'s previous statement, those wizards who go to the depths of the starry sky are on a different path from the Wizard League or the First University Wizard.

Will there be intersections between two different roads?

Zheng Qing didn't know.

He only knew that he had no other choice: "Why me?"

"Coincidence...or, you can call it a destiny arrangement."

"Must go down?" Zheng Qing looked down at his feet-the two stood on a circular platform. Behind him was the narrow iron gate, and in front of him were many white steps. The rolling mist flooded the steps, making him unable to see the scenery under the steps.

The yellow-robed person replied patiently: "If you stay here forever, there is no way out."

"Why let me go down?" The young wizard took a brave look at the yellow robe's eyes.

"A test," under the yellow hood, there seemed to be countless whirlpools hidden in those green eyes. Zheng Qing just glanced at it and felt a splitting headache: "After you pass this test, you are qualified to know the truth. "

"What if it fails?"

"...Then you will appear directly on the other side of the blank land."

Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

After the last "explosion", he had been to a blank place, and his husband told him that it was a zone between the living and the dead world, and the confused soul would stay there for a while, and finally decided whether to rebirth or go to death ——It is said that the messengers of the **** of death wandered outside the blank space.

Huangpaozi's "the other shore in the blank land" should be the embrace of death.

Unexpectedly, this stiff-faced guy ~www.readwn.com~ would be tactfully poetic when speaking, and the young wizard thought about it for joy.

"Is it dangerous below?" He continued to work hard to build himself up.

"do not know."

"Can magic be used below?"

"do not know."

"How far do you have to go after entering?"

"I don't know." Perhaps impatient with the young wizard's nagging, the yellow-robed man paused after saying the third "don't know" and added a few more words:

"Maybe you need to go a long way, maybe you only need to walk a few steps... When you go down, you will naturally know the result. I can't tell you more on this."

"Friendly reminder, during this journey, you will see all kinds of things. Take whatever you get and follow you back to reality; and the next time we meet, everything you ask For questions, you have to pay one thing as an expense. So, take as much as possible! For more answers, and for more wealth!"

Zheng Qing paused without turning his head, and went straight to the white steps and into the rolling mist. And the thoughts in his heart are like those mists, rolling endlessly.

Who knows what this guy in the yellow robe thinks, he can only believe half of his words, no, a quarter. For example, in the last remark, if there is a charge for the next meeting and chatting, then I really should get a little more; but if I don’t meet again, what if I die after I go down?

From a logical point of view, if I die after I go down, he does not need to do anything extra, reminding him to take more things.

But from another perspective, wizards rarely speak logic when doing things, especially those who come from the depths of the stars. According to the book, they are all lunatics.

Also, what is the thing that He said let us take?

The messy thoughts made Zheng Qing think a headache.