The weather in the dream was gloomy, with light rain falling in the sky, and there was an endless muddy road under my feet.
In the dream, he turned into a blue giant. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was only tied with a dirty rag. He didn't wear shoes. His bare feet could clearly feel the slippery mud flowing, deforming and making sounds under the action of gravity.
Groaning in pain.
"Pah, pah!"
"Whoop, whoop!"
The sounds of heavy breathing and footsteps were mixed together.
He turned his face sideways and was surprised to find a familiar figure.
"Red face? What are you doing?" Xin exclaimed, looking around: "Where are we now!"
The gray-white mist twisted around the two people, flowing silently, blocking his sight.
Zhang Jixin lowered his head and leaned forward hard. A dark rope was tied to his spine and extended into the hazy mist behind him.
"Tightening." The red-faced boy replied weakly, raised his head, his eyes were dull: "Don't you know what you are doing?"
This sturdy boy was extremely haggard, and his originally bright red face seemed to have been quenched by ice water, turning it into grayish white.
Xin lowered his head in horror, only to realize that there was a worn-out rope hanging on his shoulder.
"Why should I stretch my body?" he shouted, tugging hard on the rope on his shoulders, trying to get rid of the restraints.
However, a biting pain came from the depths of his soul, causing him to cry uncontrollably.
"Pay off the debt!" Zhang Jixin's tone finally had a trace of vitality. He glared at Fatty Xin angrily and roared: "If you hadn't made a bet with me, how could I have signed that kind of contract of selling myself! If my eldest brother found out,
It will definitely break my legs!"
The cold rain fell on Fatty Xin's head, flowed along his hair, and gathered into drops at the tips of his hair.
Under the pull of gravity, heavy raindrops hit his shoulders and rolled down his naked body.
Xin Banner shuddered.
He vaguely recalled peach charms, flying centipedes, and a piece of parchment flashing in the firelight.
"No!" he exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously: "This must be a nightmare!"
"My two horses, work harder!" An excited voice sounded not far behind them, along with the crisp sound of whips.
"Pah! Pah!"
Xin looked back in horror.
The mist parted in time, revealing a small boat with two people standing on the bow.
One is Zheng Qing, wearing a bright red cloak, leather boots, and dragon skin gloves. There is a cunningly smiling fox lying on his shoulder, waving a whirring whip in his hand.
He held a large oil-paper umbrella above his head to shield the swaying wind and rain from the outside of the boat.
The short man standing next to Zheng Qing is Xiao Xiao. He has his head lowered, holding a notebook, and the brush in his hand is running like flying.
As if aware of the gaze in front of him, Xiao Xiao raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and a light flashed on the lenses.
"There are still three hundred and sixty-four days." The cold voice sounded clearly in the ears of the two slaves even though they were far apart: "If you don't work hard in this year, even if you are beaten to death by your boss, the Supreme Court will
People have nothing to say."
"Pop!" The sound of the whip cutting through the air sounded again.
The two strong men lowered their heads and began to pull the rope desperately.
"You can be lazy," arrogant laughter sounded from behind the two of them: "If I can't beat you to death, I lose!"
"You lose!"
"I lose!"
"lose!"
"lose!"
A voice like a curse echoed endlessly in Xin Banner's ears.
"Devil." He muttered, his feet slipped, and he fell heavily.
The feeling of weightlessness and the bubbling mud rushed towards me.
Fatty Xin's vision went dark and he woke up from his dream.
"Only a demon can do such a cruel thing!" Duan Xiaojian's affirmative voice echoed in the spacious classroom.
"That's right, the demon." Xin Banner was depressed for a while, then recovered from the nightmare and began to adapt to the somewhat dazzling light in the classroom.
He had never found the Charms classroom so lovely.
"Right!" Duan Xiaojian's tone became even more proud after being recognized by others, and his hunchback straightened slightly. He patted Fatty Xin on the shoulder and asked excitedly: "You have many monsters in Europa, Xin, you
What do you think this cruel monster could be? Could it be Horus!"
"Zheng Qing." Fatty Xin rubbed his eyes and vaguely saw a figure in front of him, muttering: "Satan."
"What?" Zheng Qing picked his ears and felt that he didn't hear clearly.
Several classmates around him also showed surprised looks.
"I want to cut off my relationship with you!" Fatty Xin quickly woke up, with an expression of grief and anger on his face: "How can you take advantage of others' danger!"
Zheng Qing blinked, looking confused.
"I think he is talking about the contract." Xiao Xiao's low laughter came from behind.
Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
"No, no, no, no," he said with a smile on his face: "We all bought our clothes with money, and we are all brothers. It's not worth it to cut yourself off for this matter. It's not worth it."
Fatty Xin tried his best to show an angry expression, but with little success.
His expression looked more like a sad face.
"Don't you want to be a man who can break the sky? There is also a man who wants to break the shackles." Xiao Xiao's cold and faint voice came from behind.
Fatty Xin turned around and saw Xiao Xiao looking up from his notebook and adjusting his glasses.
He couldn't help but shudder.
"That's right," Zheng Qing seemed to remember something and tried to recall: "Also, my blood is already boiling. I want to do it for..."
"You have to work hard for your employer!" Zhang Jixin's red face turned black. He quickly wiped the clean stool with the corner of his robe, helped Zheng Qing sit down, and looked at Fatty Xin righteously: "It's a man,
A mouthful of spit and a nail, what you say means what you say!"
"That's right!" Fatty Xin's face turned green and white, his plump lips trembled, and he said with a mournful face: "Once a word is spoken, it's hard to chase it back."
Others around me saw it inexplicably.
"Old Yao is here again! Old Yao is here again!"
The bald boy behind the door screamed.
The originally chaotic classroom quickly became quiet.
With a yellow face, black robe, and sparse shiny hair, Professor Yao strode into the classroom, stood on the podium, and coughed lightly.
There was silence in the classroom, everyone was sitting upright in their seats.
The professor nodded with satisfaction.
Zheng Qing noticed that the pipe he always kept in hand was stuffed in his breast pocket, and instead he grabbed a newspaper in his hand.
"Let me tell you a few things." He went straight to the point and said in a serious tone: "The first one is about yesterday's incident at the Wandering Bar. I have already heard about it and several classmates handled it well."
His dark eyes fell on Zheng Qing: "Let us applaud classmate Zheng Qing."
There was warm applause in the classroom.
Fatty Xin also clapped his hands weakly.
"Because it is not an incident on campus, the school will not reward him directly." The professor raised his hand and pressed it slightly to signal everyone to be quiet: "But as a counselor, I will reward him with five credits. Everyone
Do you have any objections?"
Zheng Qing looked at the podium in surprise, and Lao Yao nodded to him encouragingly.
There was an endless stream of envious congratulations from the students around me.
"In addition." Professor Yao interrupted the somewhat noisy atmosphere in the classroom and raised his voice: "There has been some unrest inside and outside the school recently. I think you all feel it."
As he spoke, he waved a newspaper he was holding on his hand, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "There are rumors about a big monster breaking into the school's special plane, a riot in the prison, and all sorts of random rumors."
"Especially last night, a horrific second-degree murder occurred in the school, and there were rumors that a Horus entered the school."
The classroom fell completely silent, everyone shut their mouths and looked nervously at the podium.
"I don't want to hear these rumors in the school."
As Lao Yao spoke, he glanced slightly around the classroom and emphasized: "I don't want to hear it at all!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Zheng Qing felt that those eyes seemed to pause for a moment in the boys' circle.
"If you don't know, don't make random guesses! If you know any clues, report them to the school. No one will deduct your reward." Lao Yao slammed the newspaper in his hand on the desk: "You are all freshmen who have just entered the school. Here,
I just want to emphasize one point."
Must you care for small animals? Are you not allowed to discuss the details of the murder in private? Or should you take good care of your small pets?
Zheng Qing's mind was racing with various thoughts.
Professor Yao glanced around the classroom with a serious expression:
"Don't be so self-righteous!"
"You don't even have a complete spell recorded in your Dharma book."
"Never act like a hero and attack the murderer."
"If you have any clues, tell your seniors as soon as possible."
"Senior seniors, school janitors, teaching assistants, professors, and even your dormitory manager Lao Ni can also do it."
"Only a little."
"Be sure not to make your own decisions and take risks without permission."
"To be able to do such a crazy thing in the core area of First University, a wizarding university, whether the murderer is a demon or some ferocious insect or beast, it is not something that young people like you can handle."
"Any unauthorized action will result in expulsion from school!"
There was an uproar in the classroom.
Several boys around him hit their heads on the table in frustration.
Their ambitious hunting plan was over before it even started.