Hunting High School

Someone once said this sentence: The deepest darkness will disappear because of the faintest ray of light.

Standing outside the endless darkness, although Zheng Qing was aware of the horror of the darkness, it was not until he walked in the darkness that he could appreciate the suffocating breath under the horror.

One mile, five miles.

Thirty miles, sixty miles.

One hundred miles, two hundred miles, three hundred miles...

At the end of the darkness, the spot of light that Zheng Qing and others used as a signpost, not only did not become bigger and clearer with the distance, but dimmed for a while, and the milky white spot faded to dark red.

Like a supernova, after the ultimate sublimation, the wreckage is slowly burning.

It's why Zheng Qing wondered if they were really moving in the right direction and in a straight line.

But under the night of the black prison world, apart from that spot of light, the group had no other way to identify their direction. Both the spell and the Feng Shui compass can only roughly point to east, west, north, south, and the powerful confusion spell around Hell Castle interferes with all attempts to locate it by magic.

Four hundred miles, eight hundred miles.

One thousand miles, two thousand miles, three thousand miles...

The journey in the darkness seemed endless. The black cat had stopped singing, and its tail was hanging down, limply behind it, like a water snake whose bones had been pulled out.

Zhu Si was also tired of the same boring environment around him, and began to take a nap on Zheng Qing's back.

On the other hand, Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu always seemed to be able to find something to talk about.

From the prophecy of the old murloc in Quankelai to his daily hobbies; from Zheng Qing's life experience in the Baiding world to Jiang Yu's growth in the magic world; The name of Uncle Na’s dog (May), the author of the stick figures behind the door of the teaching building (may); then the five ways of drawing meditation symbols, the taboos and tricks when reciting the Multi-Heart Sutra, and the homework for the final review Points, wait.

From time to time, the witch would take out a few sweet magic drinks from her handbag to moisten the throats of the two of them, and Zheng Qing would also take out the snacks she had prepared for Zhu Si from the gray cloth bag—some of which had already been consumed in The dreamland is gone, but there are still some leftovers.

Talking to each other, the two young wizards walked in the endless darkness.

Although they were not eloquent, they never stopped, allowing this small adventure team to maintain a trace of vigor and vitality, fighting against the seemingly endless dead silence around them.

Baicao candle has long been exhausted.

In fact, after traveling for more than two thousand miles, the young wizards have realized that own preparations are a little redundant, and there is no need to hide their breath.

Just like what the old lich said before departure.

In the black prison, all the prisoners who are good enough have been conscripted and taken away by those big monsters to attack the castle of the black prison, leaving behind mostly little monsters with no future.

And most of these little monsters have a strong resistance to light, and when they saw the five 'Baby Little Stars' floating in mid-air, they avoided it early.

Even the daring little monster who rushed into the starlight enveloped area did not cause any harm. To deal with these little monsters, the black cat didn't even need to take action. The old lich who was in charge of acting as a bait had already solved most of the troubles.

Speaking of this journey, there is another very interesting thing.

About a thousand kilometers away from the starting point, a group of people passed through a field full of dead silence. Compared with the silence in other places in the black prison, the dead silence in this area seems a bit 'fresh'.

Just like an area where no grass grows, the barrenness on the Gobi Desert fits perfectly with the world that gave birth to it, desolate and natural; while the forests and grasslands that have been ravaged by the fire, there is a touch of vitality in the dead silence, desolate and unnatural.

In Jiang Yu's words, the dead silence of this area lacks a sense of "heavy history", and one can even feel a trace of magic power fluctuations remaining between the heaven and the earth, as if two powerful wizards had just fought here not long ago.

Zheng Qing was holding a talisman gun, vigilant to the left and right, noncommittal to the witch's guess.

Because of the fluctuation of the remaining magic power, the team temporarily stopped moving forward, and the black cat summoned the "Moonrise Bright" with a wider coverage to completely illuminate the wasteland.

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As far as the eye can see, there is a scene of ashes and smoke, and there is no larger stone, no dead tree, no monster, and not even a slightly obtrusive hill on the flat wilderness-the whole wasteland seems to be surrounded by a titan. Smooth it with the palm of your hand, and the ground is covered with black ash.

The corners of Zheng Qing's eyes twitched slightly, and the rune gun held in his arms quietly lowered its muzzle.

Jiang Yu also frowned, and her nostrils fluttered slightly. She was puzzled to find that this dead and silent area gave people a familiar sense of sight, as if she had been in contact with it before.

The black cat sauntered back from the front with its tail up. The old lich hunched over, humbly standing not far behind the black cat.

"What did you do?" The black cat gave Zheng Qing a very rude look.

There was a hint of bewilderment on Jiang Yu's face.

Zheng Qing turned his face away in embarrassment - when the "Moonrise Bright" rose, he clearly felt that the residual magic power in this area had an inexplicable interaction with the own rune gun, which was related to when he entered the black prison before. He once fired randomly in mid-air, and he suddenly realized that this 'fresh' dead silence was caused by himself.

After the talisman bullet disappeared into the night, Zheng Qing worried for a while whether it would cause any trouble, but considering that in the black prison, except for the prisoners, there was a wasteland, this worry was finally left behind by him.

Never expected to see own 'masterpiece' here again.

"Good luck," the young public fee student laughed dryly, and lowered the muzzle of the rune gun in his hand: "I was worried about accidentally killing a wizard guarding the black prison with a single shot... I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. gone."

The black cat tilted its head and stared at the boy.

"very funny?"

The black cat's dark face was wrinkled, and its eyes were full of annoyance: "Now you are like a three-year-old child, carrying a knife made of platinum, walking carelessly in the downtown area... Every time you shoot, you will It attracts those coveting eyes in the market; every time you shoot, you have the possibility of being scratched... Do you still find it interesting?"

Zheng Qing lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, accepting the lesson of his own shadow honestly.

This made the black cat feel as if he had caught the cotton with one of his paws.

"Since there is nothing unusual, let's continue on our way,"

Jiang Yu smoothed things over at the right time, and at the same time pointed to the round moon the size of a pot lid in midair: "'Moonrise Bright' wastes a lot of magic power, and it's too bright, making it hard for us to see the position of the 'Lighthouse' ...let's continue to use '嘒小星'."