Hunting College

Bai Sensen's animal bones crackled slightly in the red flame.

The slender lines are carved out by magic. They are the projections of the space-time lines that are burned by the magic flame and left behind in the three-dimensional world.

Each striped road represents a possibility.

What the fortuneteller does is to check and identify the biggest possibility.

Xiao Xiao wiped the snowflakes on the lens, lowered his head again, and continued to carefully examine the lines on the animal bones. Trying to rely on the power of destiny to find a way home for everyone.

This is difficult.

Even though he is the best fortune teller among his companions, he is only a first-year student in the first university after all, a fortune teller of limited skill who has not yet obtained the registration certificate.

The only thing he can confirm now is that destiny has not criticized these young and reckless wizards in this strange world. The straight and smooth lines on the animal bones are the best proof.

This means that there will be no more twists and turns on their way home.

The gaze of the fortune-teller continued to extend along with the lines, and his spirit continued to rise in the jumping flames, peeping around from the perspective of surpassing the lines, like a groundhog that had drilled out of a hole, stood up, and looked around.

He saw colorful patches of color all over the void, there were quiet and profound blue, hot and bursting red, and majestic gold, radiant cyan, and so on.

Huge color blocks spread across the entire sky, forming a thick barrier; the different color blocks are intertwined with canine teeth, but they are distinct. The same thing is that all the color blocks emit a terrible breath, which makes young fortune-tellers look at them. Feeling stinging.

This should be the traces left by those indigenous gods on Kela Mountain. Xiao Xiao recalled the history of Kela Mountain mentioned by Zheng Qing, guessing in his heart.

I just don't know if those color blocks are the relics of the gods after the war, or the traces of the magic used by the gods to expel mortals.

He endured the stinging pain in his eyes, opened his eyes wide, and searched among the colorful patches. After an unknown period of time, he finally saw a blurry outline from the winding lines—that was A chicken, a harp, and a huge head occupying half of the sky.

When he realized that the head should belong to a giant, the head turned slowly, opened his dark eyes, and looked over.

The young fortuneteller yelled and fell from the colorful world.

"Wake up, wake up!"

A familiar scream came from Xiao Xiao's ear, and then he felt a piece of hard stuff stuck in his mouth—that was the edge of a pottery bowl—and the spicy liquid was forcibly poured into his stomach.

The wizard coughed violently, struggling to open his eyes.

The moon above the head has not yet set, but moved toward the sky; the night is still the same, and the wind on the top of the mountain is wrapped around the snow on the ridge, whistling, hovering around the young wizards, bringing a biting chill.

The magic flame in front of the fortune-teller hadn't extinguished yet, but the bones of the beast that was originally tumbling in the flame had become pitch black, and the lines on it could not be seen clearly.

Fatty Xin supported his arm, holding a bowl of potion in his hand.

"Hurry up," Fatty's light blue skin seemed to glow under the moonlight, making people feel the urge to poke something: "... The hot potion that this master prepared on the spot definitely wakes up. Brain refreshing!"

Xiao Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced a laborious laugh from his throat, which sounded like a cat purring.

"Hot potion," he raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye: "Have never heard of such a low-level potion. Don't tell me this is the first time you have made this medicine... Where are my glasses?"

The fat man smiled and poured the rest of the medicine into Xiao Xiao's mouth: "Everything is the first time... Peace of mind, there will be no major problems."

Next to him, his other hands randomly placed a pair of glasses on the bridge of the little wizard's nose.

"Your glasses," after Zhang Jixin put on the glasses for Xiao Xiao, he habitually pressed the frame, almost crushing the bridge of Xiao Xiao's nose: "When you just got out of your body, your body was shaking wildly, and you shook it on the ground. ...It was a little muddy, I have cleaned it up for you."

Xiao Xiao grumbled tearfully, and thanked him.

Only then did Zheng Qing have the opportunity to intersperse with Xiao Xiao's divination results: "Did you see it? What should we do next?"

Xiao Xiao quickly swallowed the remaining potion in the bowl, breathing out a suspicious light red gas.

"Is the bean still there?" He looked at the red gas torn apart by the night wind before turning his gaze to Zheng Qing: "I think I know how to go home."

"Beans?" Zheng Qing looked puzzled: "I have been feeling for a long time, and there is no response?"

Since going up the mountain, that green bean has never left Zheng Qing's palm. But I don't know if it was because of being on the top of Kela Mountain, even if he pulled his ears a bit, he didn't hear any whispers ringing in his ears.

Without the historical reverberations in the depths of the mountains, it is natural not to find a way home through ‘communication’ with the mountains.

Zheng Qing had already given up this option.

"Do you use it to try to plant that bean?" Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and touched the bridge of his nose, which seemed to be crushed, and asked with an urn sound.

Plant it!

Zheng Qing suddenly woke up.

He immediately opened the book of Dharma and directed a few thick vines to dig a pit in the hard snow on the top of the mountain, throw the round and plump green beans into the pit, then cultivate the soil, fertilize, and water.

In the process, Xiao Xiao described to his companions what he had seen and heard during the divination ritual, the colorful patches, the huge head outlined by light, the harp and the chicken.

Especially the following clues point to the same conclusion very clearly.

"Jack and Magic Beans!" Zhang Jixin suddenly, even though his brain muscles are as high as him, he has heard of this fairy tale that children in the wizarding world are familiar with: "That magic vine that reaches the sky!"

It's just that the beans were buried in the ground ~www.ltnovel.com~ and they didn't break out of the ground as the young wizards expected, and grew up quickly.

The young hunters of the guilt hunting team waited anxiously, talking about whether, like Jack, everyone needs to sleep for the magic vine to grow, or whether to use a'sprout growth' spell, or Does planting magic beans need magic array assistance?

At this time, Zheng Qing felt that his tail was being pulled.

He lowered his head, Zhu Si didn't know when to leave Jiang Yu's arms, leaned to his side, staring curiously at the mound where the magic beans were buried.

"This is the land blessed by the gods." When the little witch opened her mouth, Zheng Qing knew that it was another'Zhu Si' speaking. She leaned into the wizard's ear and whispered, "...only with the blood of the gods. So that it can break the shackles of this land."

Zheng Qing has no god's blood.

But he felt that since the blood tainted with curse breath was good at breaking the rules, it was naturally not difficult to break through the shackles of this land.

So he took out a silver-handled knife from his pocket, which he used to cut herbs in potions class on weekdays, and cut the palm of his hand.

The red blood quickly spread across the skin, forming a small rich color in the palm of his hand, which looked like a clear ruby.

The wizard clenched his palms, crushed the ruby, and threw it down.

The blood quickly seeped into the soil.

After a while.

A tender green vine emerged from the ground, hovering, entwining each other, and rushing straight into the sky. The clouds that hovered around the peak of Kela Mountain from beginning to end, those leisurely clouds, like snow burned by the scorching sun, screamed and retreated to the distance.

The cold moonlight spread all over the world.

The green vines stretched straight up, and finally disappeared into the night of darkness and starlight.

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