Hunting College

The soft tentacles finally slowly retracted from Zhang Jixin.

But it was not put in the house.

When passing through the crucible, the tentacles stayed for a while, then snapped under the eyes of everyone, and fell off, and fell into the boiling mushroom soup together with the golden beans stuck to the top of the tentacles.

The plump mushroom slice was turned over by the tentacles and golden beans, but soon it began to gurgle again under the agitation of the soup. And the tentacles struggled for a long time in the soup, until the color became a little golden, and then gradually calmed down.

Because the whole process was a little sudden and a little frightening, the young wizards in the room stared at the crucible for a long time, and they didn't slow down what kind of reaction God should make.

Behind the door, the vague face made a hissing sound, as if he was pumping an air-conditioning-Zheng Qing was not so sure about this, because the other party's voice has always been abnormal-using his slightly noisy The mixed tone prompted: "Find that golden bean, and it will take you home."

Zheng Qing glanced at the crucible cautiously.

"What do we need to pay." He will not forget the most important principle when dealing with a dark wizard, repeating his previous proposal: "Gold, knowledge... or the life you mentioned earlier?"

The little banshee behind Nikita let out a low moan, as if cursing this **** of a world.

"Gold...Hey." The face behind the door made a trembling, mocking voice: "This is a dreamland. What does the gold here mean to me?... As for knowledge... My current difficulty lies in knowing too much. Too much, but too little can be discarded. Too much knowledge is like a rope and will slowly hang you in a book."

"Then what do you want?" Jiang Yu finally couldn't help but asked.

"What do I want?" After hearing the witch's words, the face behind the door was lost for a moment. He raised his vague face and stared at the dark night sky with his dark eyes. For a long while, he replied softly: "I want to forget , Forget the faces of the gods."

This is an answer that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Zheng Qing is ready to hand over Nikita in exchange for the opportunity to climb the mountain with his companions. But he did not expect that the request of the dark wizard was so peculiar.

"Why?" He felt as if he had touched some forbidden knowledge, and the huge light cocoon in the sea of ​​knowledge was leaping up and down, causing a headache.

The wizard couldn't help pressing his forehead quietly, and the redness in his eyes slowly faded.

Jiang Yu glanced at him worriedly.

The dark eyes of the owner of the old house slowly turned and fell back to Zheng Qing: "Because they don't like being observed... The gods are no longer as generous and kind as they used to be. They forbid the spirits to see their appearance. , It’s forbidden to talk about their whereabouts. A long time ago, they lived on the top of Kera Mountain, but now, they have erased all traces of their existence."

"Have you ever seen the appearance of the gods?" Zheng Qing keenly noticed the vague words of the old house owner, and subconsciously used honorific expressions-although the husband once said to him that the gods are just some powerful wizards, But the mystery and power represented by this word cannot be erased with a simple cognition.

This time, the owner of the old house was silent longer.

"A long, long time ago, I once climbed to the top of Kela Mountain on a cloudy lunar eclipse night." The vague face shrank inward towards the door, as if trying to hide himself completely, but his voice was mixed with multiple harshness. The harmonies of the effect still flooded into the ears of the young wizards:

"...I watched them singing on the top of the mountain, watching them dancing wildly under the moon. The dense and majestic clouds flooded the entire mountain, but they could not stop me from watching... I saw it, the gods are here Singing and dancing under the moonlight...they began to panic, or I was panicking...then the moonlight dimmed...the sorrow and laughter were intertwined, and an endless abyss appeared under my feet...the gods were there I fell into the sky."

"Falling into the sky?" Zheng Qing heard this weird description and couldn't help interrupting the description of the old house owner, trying to make him speak more clearly.

But immediately, he felt that his sleeve was torn.

Looking back, it was Jiang Yu.

The witch frowned, with an expression of pain on her face. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but Zheng Qing did not hear anything. The other hunters in the guilt hunting team, including the two banshees, are also in similar conditions.

Xiao Xiao didn’t know when to re-support the tortoise shell artifact. The pale golden light film supported the others, with only a thin layer, like a paper shell that had been baptized by strong winds and showers, in Zheng Qing’s eyes. Shaky.

Jiang Yu held a jade pendant in his hand and spoke again.

This time, Zheng Qing finally heard her clearly.

"Don't listen, don't ask!" There was a rare panic in her voice: "That is forbidden knowledge! He is contaminated by existence from the depths of the stars!"

"I still have prepared Lourdes holy water here!" Fatty Xin struggled to take out several transparent glass bottles from his pocket. The glass bottles contained a transparent liquid emitting white light, and the golden starlight could be seen vaguely in the liquid. In the ups and downs.

"We need it too!" The Faceless Demon who had been hiding behind Nikita raised his hand and exclaimed.

The fat man glanced at Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds and nodded. It's not that his compassion is overflowing, but that the pollution from the stars will be brought into the school along with the two banshees. In addition, he doesn't know what kind of abnormal changes will occur after the demon is polluted by the starry sky. If the demon becomes crazy after being polluted~www.ltnovel.com~, that would be terrible.

Compared with the chaos, Zheng Qing is more willing to accept the delicate balance in front of him.

Perhaps they knew the disturbing state of the guests at this moment, or perhaps they were just falling into memories from a long time ago. After Zheng Qing interrupted the voice behind the door, he fell into a long silence.

There was no sound of insects or wind in the small courtyard. Zheng Qing could only hear the heavy panting of his companions and the gurgling boiling in the cauldron. Sometimes there is the sound of a certain ampoule bottle cap being pulled off.

"Very few people can be as indifferent as you are after hearing these taboos." Behind the door, the old house owner's muddy chord sounded again. I wonder if it was an illusion. Zheng Qing always felt that this time, his voice seemed to change. It's harder to understand than before: "This gives me a little more confidence in the transaction between us... I understand why Little Attar asked you to come to this house."

"I doubt it." Zheng Qing felt the pain from time to time in the sea of ​​consciousness, and vaguely guessed why he was not affected by the depths of the starry sky.

He looked back at his companions again, and began to feel uneasy about his previous choice.