While the black cat was squatting on the tree, watching the proxy war between mice and insects with great interest, in the same forest, in another direction, the witch that the black cat originally tracked was standing in the ruins, waiting silently.
What are you wearing?
This is the ruins of a stone building. The broken stone archway vaguely looks like the 'Lingxing Gate'. There are also the remains of some wooden frames around, but they have become dilapidated under the wind and sun, as if they were touched.
It will turn into fly ash.
Further away, there are dry pools, arch bridges, stone temples, and large stretches of lush pines and cypresses, standing silently in the depths of the ruins. The atmosphere is deep and calm.
Kolma clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, stood upright, lowered his eyelids, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his heart, as if he was in trance.
She did not cross the threshold of Lingxing Gate, but she had no intention of leaving.
Deep in the quiet ruins, there were always a few appraising eyes surrounding the witch. These eyes could not be called friendly, but they were not very malicious either. At best, they were somewhat curious and confusing.
The witch didn't wait long outside Lingxing Gate.
Soon, a high-pitched but old voice came to the witch's ears along with the sound of creaking wood: "...What I said is absolutely true. How could something as important as the school winter hunt be related to us?
What do these mice say? You are also an old man on the island. You must not do things that make your relatives hate your enemies."
The voice that answered it was slightly hoarse, but spoke much faster: "It's a disaster, it's a disaster. I later chatted with some old friends and found out that the prey originally prepared by the school for the winter hunt last year were those gorillas.
But those students were so clever that they turned into rats and wolves, which caused disaster to my subordinates. You know how well-behaved they are on weekdays, and they can't even bear to eat a fly... But during a winter hunt, they were killed by those cucumbers in the school.
Danzi beat dozens of them to death!"
Although Kolma still stood quietly, she quietly raised her eyelids and took a peek.
The previous old voice was that of the Rat Immortal who was sitting on a sedan chair and moving slowly. His body was as fat as ever, and the rats carrying the sedan chair for him were as quiet as ever.
Then the hoarse voice belonged to a guy the size of a fist, and he looked like he was from the rat tribe.
The guy has ocher-colored skin, short and thick limbs, round ears and black eyes, and a body as fat as the Rat Immortal. But unlike the Rat Immortal, it has no tail and is not sitting in a sedan. It is squatting on the head of a stoat.
On the bed, he propped up the ferret's round ears with his elbows, looking absent-minded.
While they were talking, the honor guard of the two rats had already reached the threshold of Lingxing Gate and stopped.
The Rat Immortal leaned over slightly, looked at the hamster-like guy sitting on the stoat's head, patted the armrest, and consoled him harmoniously:
"You know, because of that matter, the adults in the school are very busy, so they leave the winter hunting to those young children. They have little experience, so some mistakes will inevitably occur."
"It's an unreasonable disaster, it's an unreasonable disaster." The fat hamster sighed and muttered. He looked up and saw the young witch standing quietly at the door. As if he had found a place to vent, he cursed a few words in a low voice: "It's true that each generation is worse than the last... He actually killed the orangutan.
Confused with the rat wolf! These young people...it is true that one generation is inferior to the other!"
Kolma stood expressionless, like a stone pillar. But she knew it in her heart. The conversation between the Mouse Fairy and this strange hamster should have been about last year's winter hunt.
At that time, because the school professors and senior school administrators were busy with other important matters, the organization and arrangement of the winter hunt was handed over to the student union - Kolma was also responsible for the on-campus hunting part.
But I heard that part of the winter hunting activities outside the school went awry, causing the entire winter hunt to end early. But I don’t know if that blunder was related to the two rats talking about the same thing.
Just when she was thinking wildly, the hamster had already said goodbye to the Mouse Fairy, sat on the stoat's head, cursed in a low voice all the way, and disappeared into the depths of the silent forest.
The witch immediately calmed down and straightened her body slightly.
The Rat Immortal did not leave immediately, but frowned and sat on the chariot, thinking deeply. After a long time, it raised its head, as if it had just noticed the presence of the witch.
"Just here?" Its voice was as kind as ever, but its tone was slightly muddier than before: "Sit down, sit down, don't stand... You are so big now, you can't even see me standing up
Your brain is gone."
Korma didn't say anything, and sat cross-legged on the mud floor, seemingly not worrying that her robe would be contaminated by the mud and debris on the ground. The beard at the corner of the Mouse Immortal's mouth trembled, as if he was smiling, but he did not make a sound.
"It's still a little tall." It murmured, but did not continue to ask the witch to lie down. But with its turbid breathing, the figure that was originally a few inches tall slowly grew bigger, and it grew bigger with each breath, and in the blink of an eye
It rose to more than half a meter, and did not stop until it was almost eye level with the witch.
The light carriage under it also grew in size as its figure grew, and did not fall apart. On the contrary, the big rats in red vests carrying the carriage were crushed by the sudden change and fell into the mud. However, those
The well-trained red vest did not appear panicked by this. Instead, he quickly adjusted his posture and stood obediently, without making a sound or immediately.
It can be seen that this is not the first time they have encountered this situation.
"That was an old friend just now. He stayed outside for a long time... Well, there is always one who hasn't been back for more than ten years, so you don't know him. He is a very energetic guy. You can get to know him later." The Rat Immortal simply told the witch.
After talking about what happened just now, he looked at her with a bit more kindness in his tone: "You too... haven't been here for a long time."
"I haven't been here since I entered university." Kolma's voice seemed very calm.
"Yeah, that's it." The Rat Immortal turned his head and looked into the depths of the forest in the distance, with some memories in his eyes: "I think back then, when you first got lost and came here, you were so scared that you cried...
You always thought I was a dark wizard who wanted to capture you and make you stew."
The witch finally showed a trace of embarrassment on her face.
"I was young and ignorant at that time." She lowered her voice and looked around guiltily. For a moment, she completely lost the aura of the vice president of the student union or the big sister of the Gini House.
"Hey, it sounds like you are one hundred and eighty years old now." The Mouse Immortal smiled and said: "In my eyes, there is no difference between you now and you more than ten years ago...
…Well, except for getting a little bigger.”
The corners of Colma's mouth twitched, and her poker face suddenly collapsed:
"You are just as incapable of praising others as before."