Monster Hunting High School

As soon as he touched the white mist on the mirror, Zheng Qing felt a huge, sticky force begin to wrap around him. The amulet on his body bloomed with brilliant brilliance almost instantly.

He used both hands to try to catch his two companions.

But Xiao Xiao's palms were a little slippery due to sweat, and they slipped from his hands within a short time of entering the mirror passage. The wizard hesitated for a few seconds, then gave up the futile movement of reaching out, turned around, and hugged the witch behind him.

The black cat tail poked out from under his robe, like a long rope, tied around their waists.

The witch snorted softly, and the cat ears in her hair fell softly.

The two people rolled into the deepest place in the mirror world together.

I don’t know how long I rolled.

Zheng Qing felt that it was a long, long distance, as if it was a month or even a year long. But it felt like the time was so short that he didn't even take a complete breath before his back hit a soft meadow so hard that he almost choked.

Well.

Zheng Qing groaned and hurriedly opened his eyes before he had time to breathe.

What came into view was a dead oak tree. The thick oak trunk is split in the middle, revealing the dark, empty heart of the tree. The edge of the section seems to have been scorched by lightning or wildfire, revealing the unique black marks of carbonization.

The Gate of Xuanfei.

Zheng Qing stared at the tree and found the cracks, and the word suddenly popped up in his mind - this is the channel through which the magic mirror connects to the dreamland, and the wizard sensed this information secretly.

This information is the gift of the mirror and the world to the guests.

The witch was still curled up in his arms.

Zheng Qing put away the cat's tail, supported the witch, stood up, and looked around.

Behind the dead oak tree is a lush, thick young oak tree. Their branches and leaves are intertwined together, creating a lush scenery. In front of the dead oak tree, there is a tight line between them, but no one is taller than Twenty centimeters of plants and large fluffy grass leaves are intertwined to create a fluffy meadow.

There are fat mushrooms growing at the feet of the oak trees, spreading light green phosphorescence all over the ground.

There was a shimmer in the sky, and a few wisps of wind drifted in the distance. Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the wind here could be seen. Because the wind is filled with annoying and real emotions, blowing on the face, it is easy for people to feel mood swings.

Jiang Yu lifted up the hair hanging down her face and straightened her robe.

Then he took out a few green jade buttons from his pocket and threw them around according to fixed nodes to build a simple protective circle. Jade buttons emit a green halo under dead branches, fallen leaves, stones and mushrooms, connecting with each other to form a barrier.

During the whole process, she either lowered her eyelids or looked in other directions to avoid looking at Zheng Qing.

"This is a dreamland."

The witch looked at the tall oak trees behind her and the brown figures that appeared vaguely in the forest, and said in a soft but definite tone: "...a world that is more distant and grander than the world in the mirror. If I am not wrong, This should be the enchanted forest of fantasy.”

Zheng Qing did not ask her why she knew the specific location here.

He didn't ask her if she had been injured during the trip.

The two of them ignored the previous experience in a tacit understanding.

The mirror world and the dream world are both part of the fantasy dreamland and are the edge corners of the fantasy dreamland. Zheng Qing already knew this before entering the magic mirror.

The last time, under the care of his husband, he only stayed on the edge of the dreamland for a while, and then with the help of Zhu Si, he escaped from this world where illusion and reality are intertwined.

This time, he took the initiative to join the passage on the magic mirror.

Naturally, it will slide very, very far along that channel.

Zheng Qing raised his wrist and looked at the red rope tied around his wrist and the myrtle leaf on the rope that had long since dried up and lost all its magic power.

The leaf was as quiet as ever, without any reaction.

The wizard sighed slightly in his heart.

He didn't know where the faceless demon was hiding in the dreamland, and he didn't know if Zhu Si was still on the edge of the dreamland. He could only place his hope in the little witch - because when he left last time, Jusi told him that as long as he came to this world again, she would be able to find him.

"Where is that?" The young public-funded student pointed to the distance.

Beyond the edge of the grassland, you can vaguely see the outline of a mountain range hidden behind a thin mist. In front of the mountains, you can see large areas of well-developed farmland, silver-ribbed rivers, tumbling waterwheels, fences, wooden houses, smoke-belching chimneys, and you can also hear dogs barking in the wind.

"I don't know." The witch shook her head, paused, and asked, "Which way are we going?"

Ahead, there is a large open grassland with people, rivers and mountains.

Behind, there is a dense forest with large glowing mushrooms.

Zheng Qing looked at the grassland in front of him and the crowds behind the grassland; then he looked at the lush forest behind him and the short brown figure looming in the forest.

"There is an old saying, 'Wangchuan is a dead horse.'" He glanced at the witch bravely, then looked away, his voice involuntarily lowered a bit: "...Although we have the armor and horse talisman, we are new here, and we have nothing to do with the fantasy. I don’t think it’s a safe choice to contact the aboriginal people in the dreamland.”

"And before we decide which way to go, I think we should find everyone first."

The witch nodded and agreed with the wizard's judgment.

This gave Zheng Qing a little more confidence.

"These are encapsulated sage leaves. Wearing them on our body can prevent us from falling into dreams." He took out a lot of prepared equipment from the gray cloth bag and pointed at them one by one:

"These are the Jingxin Talisman and the Pure Heart Talisman. They work like snake oil. No matter when you hang a few on your body, you can never go wrong... And these bottles of magic potion, I asked Senior Deng Xiaojian to help prepare them. Originally Used when preparing for final exams, it can help us focus and stabilize our spirits. ”

Looking at the enthusiastic wizard in front of her, Jiang Yu bit her lip, secretly stuffed the jade pendant she was holding between her fingers back into her belt, and then accepted the gift from the young public-funded student with a smile.

"How far away do you think they are from us?" she asked casually, looking at the swirling green potion in the glass bottle.

"You have to ask the professionals."

Zheng Qing blinked and looked around. He didn't see the gray figure, so he shook his head and shouted:

"Edamame!"

puff.

Outside the protective shield, the flowing colorful wind was shattered by a gray figure. The dog waggled its tail, looked at the young wizard in the circle with excitement, and softly called out: "Meow~!"

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