Even a primary school student knows not to eat food given by strangers.
Not to mention a group of college students, and they also knew that the other party was a dangerous dark wizard. Zheng Qing could not understand at all why the strange existence named Engla behind the door was still trying to sell his mushroom soup to them.
Just like he couldn't understand why Engla had only one head exposed outside the door from beginning to end and refused to go out.
But as a student of the First University and a wizard, he could not refuse the invitation of the old house owner hysterically, so the wizard politely refused: "Thank you, we are not hungry... nor thirsty."
"Atal likes my mushroom soup very much." The blurry face continued to murmur in its weird voice, but it did not force the young wizards to drink its mushroom soup, and took care of the mouthful of it on its own.
The small flame under the crucible stared at the bubbling soup in the pot, and pieces of white and plump mushrooms were floating in the soup.
While he was talking, the other hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team had also gotten rid of the illusion.
Xiao Xiao lit a small pile of beech leaves. The smoke emitted when this magical plant burned also had an illusion-breaking effect. Compared with wearing it on the body, the effect was stronger, but the durability was slightly less. But at the moment, the durability is not the same.
In comparison, the young hunters who want to forgive their sins need its strong effect more.
Fatty Xin has already opened a row of glass bottles and is mixing potions. Just like Xiao Xiao, who is also an auxiliary hunter, and a fortune teller, Fatty Xin is also a pharmacist of forgiveness. His light blue skin matches the different colors of those in the glass bottles.
The magic potions set off each other, and the low murmurs coming from behind the door not far away made the surrounding atmosphere even weirder.
Zhang Jixin crossed his arms and stood beside Zheng Qing, paying careful attention to the two banshees, one big and one small, as well as the vague owner of the old house. From time to time, he tightened the gloves on his hands and cracked his knuckles.
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Unlike the wizards who were performing their respective duties, Jiang Yu was comforting Zhu Si in a low voice.
Perhaps because of living in the mirror world for a long time, the effect of illusion on the little witch was stronger than that of other people. Zheng Qing didn't know what she saw or encountered in the illusion, but only looking at her trembling appearance after waking up,
I knew that was definitely not a good thing.
Jiang Yu has exhausted all kinds of magic spells and potions to break the illusion. It is certain that the illusion in Zhu Si has been expelled. Her current state is more of a manifestation of mental trauma.
For first-year wizards, soothing a wounded spirit is an out-of-class subject.
In addition to activating the talisman on his body, Jiang Yu could not think of any other way for a while.
However, Nikita watched for a moment and gave a valuable suggestion: "Encountering a bad illusion in the dreamland is equivalent to having a nightmare... You can try to deal with the situation in front of you the same way you deal with nightmares."
"Nightmare?" Zheng Qing is very sensitive to this word.
"Nightmare!" Jiang Yu looked a little stunned at the same time. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took out a small rag doll as big as a palm from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhu Si's palm.
It was a beautiful rag doll with golden curly hair and big round eyes, wearing a fluffy black lace princess dress. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with golden runes the size of rice grains. Even at night, those runes
It is also circulating moment by moment, emitting a soothing light golden halo.
"What is this?" Zhu Si grabbed the little doll and asked curiously.
Her body was no longer shaking so much, and she tried to keep her tone calm when she spoke, and tried to act normal. But as long as anyone saw her pale face and noticed the flash of fear in her eyes, they could
I know this little girl is just trying to be strong.
This only makes people more worried about her.
Jiang Yu helped her trim her hair soothingly, and replied softly: "This is a nightmare doll, which I sewed myself. Before going to bed, just hold it in the palm of your hand, and it will help you eat your nightmares and make you happy."
Sleep peacefully until dawn... When you are not sleeping, holding her in your arms can also make you feel happy."
Although Zhu Si has been in the mirror world for a long time, in the final analysis, her mental age is only eight or nine years old, and she still likes rag dolls. Therefore, she had no resistance at all to Jiang Yu's gift.
"It's so beautiful." The little witch held the doll and couldn't put it down. She turned it over and over, and soon noticed a little detail: "...but why is there a letter Z on its chest? Is this some kind of rune?"
"That is the abbreviation of 'block', which means to prevent nightmares." Jiang Yu replied calmly.
The little witch turned over the doll, revealing its back, and continued to ask curiously: "...Then why is there a 'Q' on the back?"
Jiang Yu rarely showed a trace of panic on her face. She coughed softly and then slowly explained: "Q is the abbreviation of 'queen'. It is said that the earliest nightmare doll was sewn by the nightmare queen herself..."
"It's amazing," Zhu Si said with admiration, and bowed respectfully to Jiang Yu: "Thank you, sister..."
Xiao Xiao gave Zheng Qing the middle finger with an expressionless expression, while Fatty Xin winked and had a mean smile on his face.
Only Zhang Jixin, who had always been slow in this regard, shouted happily as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, these two letters match Brother Qing... ZQ, Zheng Qing!"
Zheng Qing felt that his current expression could pass him off as Zhang Jixin's brother.
When he first entered school, he was once troubled by nightmares. Jiang Yu, who accompanied him to Dr. Duzem's laboratory, naturally knew about this.
But later on, he learned transfiguration from Professor Li, and no nightmares bothered Zheng Qing for a long time.
"We want to go to the top of the mountain." Compared with facing the ridiculing looks of his companions, the wizard found himself more courageous to face the vague and strange face behind the door: "...Elder Atal said you know the way, please ask us
How can we climb to the top of the mountain?”
The dark crucible made a gurgling sound under the lick of flames.
Wisps of pearl-colored mist slowly floated up amidst the gurgling sound and dissipated into the night.
The white and plump mushroom slices rise and fall in the soup, like cunning little fish.
The owner of the house, the dark wizard Engla, raised his blurred face, opened his dark eyes, and stared at the wizard with blood-red pupils. After a long while, he softly murmured: "...Mushroom soup
It tastes really good, Atal’s favorite drink back then.”
"We don't want to drink mushroom soup." Zheng Qing forcefully refused another invitation from the owner of the old house. He was pleased to find that his companions' attention had been diverted from the doll, so he demanded in a more direct manner.
: "We just want to go up the mountain...Elder Attar said, you know the way."