Zheng Qing fell asleep, but he clearly knew that he was not asleep.
His consciousness broke away from his heavy body and was carried by a gust of cold wind, passing through the small gaps in the forest and entering the deepest part of the night.
The gust of wind was extremely cold, as if it came from the dark outer space. Zheng Qing felt that his mind was frozen.
This feeling lasted until the sinister wind stopped and he fell to the ground.
The wizard groaned softly and climbed up from the dark lawn.
He raised his head.
In front of you is a huge black iron gate.
This iron gate is extremely tall, and its length and width cannot be determined. It may be dozens of miles, or hundreds, or thousands of miles away. Because there is no clear reference object, Zheng Qing can only judge that it is very huge. Standing in front of it, young
The wizard is like a speck of dust.
Many strange images are cast on the iron gate.
There are skinny weirdos, whose bodies are hidden under ragged and broken yellow robes; there are wrinkled monsters, all black, with claws and tentacles; there are also shimmering monks, with green skin covered with wrinkles and faces.
Hidden in the shadows.
But the most numerous are a kind of flying creature with wings, jointed limbs and short hair, and a kind of reptile creature with wattle skin all over its body and long fins. These two creatures are like servants, surrounding and surrounding those who are more serious.
Surrounding the tall image, the entire iron gate exudes an aura of fanaticism and belief.
The wizard looked at everything on the iron gate in fascination, completely forgetting his own existence.
Until a figure appeared in front of him.
He was wearing a yellow robe, and his face was hidden behind a soft white mask. Through the mask, Zheng Qing could only see a pair of shining pupilless green eyes. His hands were hidden under the sleeves of the robe, and his lower body was submerged in the
In the deep black smoke, Zheng Qing vaguely saw several tumbling tentacles in the smoke.
"welcome."
The figure in a yellow robe said hello in a low and hoarse voice, and then followed the wizard's line of sight to the door, with a hint of joy in his tone: "How is it? Do you like it?"
In the deepest part of Zheng Qing's consciousness, the green bud that had just grown two leaves was hidden under the seal. It trembled violently in front of this strange figure. In just an instant, a new leaf grew.
There was a crack in the seal.
A flash of red flashed in the young wizard's eyes, and his consciousness suddenly awoke.
"Where is this?!"
He looked around nervously, and his eyes finally fell on the figure wearing a yellow robe. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Atlas?"
In the entire First University, only Atlas College wears yellow robes.
The yellow robe moved automatically in the absence of wind, making a sound as if the cold wind was laughing.
"I haven't heard the name... for a long... long... long time." He sighed in a long voice, but did not refuse to answer the young wizard's question: "For you, this is the gate of hell."
"Hell?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but scream, and looked back at the huge iron gate again. This time, in addition to awe, there was also a lot of fear in his eyes.
"The door of hell." The man in yellow robe patiently corrected the wizard's slip of the tongue, and at the same time added in his hoarse and low voice: "Here, you may obtain salvation...or you may sink forever. Welcome to
……hell."
"Am I dead?"
Zheng Qing murmured, his thoughts a little confused: "No, no, I am sleeping, I am sleeping in the dreamland... Is this a dream? Can you dream when you sleep in the dreamland? The dreams here are connected with the dreamland.
?... Or was I eaten by the monster in the dreamland after falling asleep? Was Zhu Si also eaten? Where is she? Why can't I see her? "
Under the hood of the yellow robe, the pair of pupilless green eyes looked at the dazed young wizard without saying a word, allowing him to make random guesses. But soon, the red color in Zheng Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and his consciousness became more and more intense.
It's becoming clearer.
"No, I'm not dead." He raised his hand, looked at the translucent skin and crystal blood vessels, and his voice gradually became more certain: "I don't feel the breath of death, and I have no reason to come to hell... I
Pure life does not belong here."
The pupilless green eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear such shameless words.
"This is just a dream." Zheng Qing looked at the man in yellow robe, and his determination suddenly wavered: "This must be a dream... Who are you? What do you want to do? My husband is very powerful, don't give me anything
Looking for trouble yourself."
The yellow robe swayed in the night wind, as if the man in yellow was chuckling.
"This is a dream, but it is not a dream either." His voice gradually got rid of hoarseness and became generous and kind, just like the voice of Mr. Zheng Qing in his impression: "There is no simple dream in the dreamland... As for who am I?"
I am just a shadow. I stand here to guide the confused souls."
Zheng Qing looked nervously at the figure shrouded in a yellow robe, his mind spinning crazily.
His mind was rolling over the stories left by the devil that he had read in the library. In those stories, the devil always hides its head and shows its tail, pretending to be a ghost, and they always say something very ordinary, empty, but...
They are very scary rhetoric, and their rhetoric is full of all kinds of traps and conspiracies.
At this moment, Zheng Qing was extremely eager to have Xiao Xiao's brain. He believed that with Xiao Xiao's caution and erudition, he could avoid various traps and conspiracies even in the face of the devil's temptations.
Under the yellow robe, the pair of pupilless green eyes shone with a faint light.
"How...can I...go back?" Zheng Qing asked with great difficulty. He had already prepared the guy in front of him to take out a piece of parchment dozens of feet long, with deceptive terms written on it.
But he guessed wrong.
After hearing his request, the yellow figure floated silently toward the big iron gate. The black mist beneath him rolled, like a surging tide, pushing him forward.
A thick tentacle protruded from the black mist, stretched towards the iron door, and then opened a narrow door under the iron door. On the small door, a huge, octopus-like figure was cast.
"Go through this door," under the yellow robe, the green eyes flashed slightly: "...you can take that little girl and leave this world."
It is indeed a devil.
Zheng Qing cursed in his heart, but his face was expressionless: "Isn't there hell behind the door? Why should I go into hell by myself? How do I know you didn't lie to me? What if I don't go in?... I can think of other ways on my own.
Take her away."
The pair of green eyes looked at him deeply, and the figure swayed and disappeared behind the narrow door.