Chapter three hundred and eighty second candle night tour
"Did you hear the deer?"
Zheng Qing subconsciously grasped the talisman gun in his hand, looked around, and looked warily into the dark night. It seemed that in the next second, a ferocious-looking pronged fork with foaming mouth and gleaming eyes would hit him.
"No, it doesn't!"
Jiang Yu raised her voice slightly, interrupting Zheng Qing's running away on the wrong topic. While giving the black cat a sharp look, she unscrewed the cap of another opaque jar: "...I just mentioned light. I
I happen to have some Baicao candles in my bag, which may come in handy."
The black cat took a sip, sucked up the last bit of wine in the cup, then quietly shrank its body, turned its head, and pretended not to see the witch's eyes.
The witch had a straight face, tapped the jar with her fingers.
A dark yellow meatball trembled and popped out of the bottle. The meatball was very small, about half an inch in diameter, with a slightly undulating surface. A slender black wick protruded from the center, swaying slightly in the night wind, like
Extremely Sanmao hair.
Zheng Qing subconsciously touched the dull hair on his head.
"Is this Baicao Zhu?"
He looked at the 'ball' curiously, without concealing his surprise: "I thought... I mean, Baicao Zhu is a candle?"
"Idiot." Black Cat muttered in a low voice.
But everyone present simply ignored its muttering.
"Yes," the witch flipped the hair hanging down by her ears and replied in a brisk tone: "Baicao candle is a special kind of magic candle. According to ancient rituals, sheep are sacrificed, and candles are used in temples... Candles
"The grass is not ashes, and the white mat is pure."
"Merlin's beard!"
The old lich hunched over, opened his arms in a slightly exaggerated manner, and pointed to the plain in front of the valley: "Honorable young master, and generous young lady... we just happened to sacrifice a sheep! This is Merlin's will!"
Zheng Qing glanced at Jiang Yu with some uncertainty.
He didn't know if the black goat cub captured by Kunpeng's hunting team was considered his own sacrifice.
"I guess I should forget it."
The witch was also a little unsure, but she still rubbed her fingers into fire and lit the slender wick:
"The biggest feature of classical magic rituals is that many 'invalid' actions are often added to the ritual...At first, it was to increase the mystery of the ritual and strengthen the class attribute of magic, but as time went by, later wizards have forgotten
The original intention of the fixed actions in many rituals is to follow the old-fashioned way... I think 'sheep sacrifice' falls into this category."
The sparks on the fingertips fell on the black wick. They were silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned into a bright orange spark, beeping and burning.
The tiny firelight shone on the witch's face, making her smile grow warmer.
"...Phew!" She breathed a sigh of relief quietly, looked around and looked at everyone's shadows: "As a magic candle, Baicao Candle's greatest effect is to ward off evil spirits and concentrate the mind. It is often used by wizards together with 'Qingxian Incense'
They are used in monasteries. Burning incense sticks during the day and lighting straw candles at night can provide a very good environment for wizards to enter trance or meditate."
"But in the Black Prison, the biggest effect of the Baicao Candle is its subsidiary effect - within the scope of the candlelight, it can converge our breath into the shadow, avoiding the prying eyes of uninvited guests to the greatest extent."
"The ancients said, 'Wandering at night with a candle is a good thing.' Now it seems that this is indeed the case."
Zheng Qing admired and looked down at his own shadow. It was indeed a bit thicker than before. He originally thought it was because the candlelight had become brighter, but he didn't expect that it actually contained such a magical effect.
In this way, everyone will be safer when traveling in the dark prison.
He quietly put away the aura-concealing talisman he was holding in his hand. Originally, he was racking his brains to think about how to stick this talisman on the witch without causing her embarrassment. Now it seemed that he was overthinking it.
"How long can this...this Baicao candle last?" Zheng Qing looked at the 'balls' that had been burned a little, and then looked at the jar floating in mid-air: "How many pills are in your bottle in total?
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"There are eleven pills left," Jiang Yu counted, put away the bottle, stuffed it back into the handbag, and replied at the same time: "... Under normal circumstances, one Baicao Candle can last for an hour, but I just discovered that Black Prison
The magic power is consumed extremely quickly and is difficult to replenish, so further observation is needed..."
"Why do you need so much trouble?"
In the darkness, the impatient voice of the black cat came: "Stop nagging, let's go quickly! They will probably fight for a while longer, and they won't care about us... Hey little star, three or five ahead!"
It was rare for Zheng Qing to agree with the black cat's position. Before he could express his agreement, he heard the lighting magic thrown from behind the black cat.
Along with the sound of the mantra, five light spots suddenly appeared in the darkness. Suddenly, they swelled in the wind and turned into five light balls of different sizes, like stars of different brightness, one closing and one releasing.
An exquisite magic circle was constructed, floating in mid-air, scattered around the group of people, and scattered pale white light all over the ground, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.
Little stars, candlelight, and the green rice wine I drank earlier.
The darkness of the underworld is no longer an obstacle to this small team.
"lets go!"
Zheng Qing waved his hand and motioned for everyone to follow the path opened by the black cat down the mountain. At the same time, he glanced at the old lich cowering behind the team: "...shouldn't you be leading the way from the front?"
The old lich hesitated for a few seconds.
"Having trouble?" Zheng Qing was keenly aware of the uneasiness in its eyes.
"No, no, no, there is no difficulty."
The old lich hunched over and smiled flatteringly, but still rubbed his fingers and made a tiny gap: "There is no difficulty at all...just a little suggestion."
"You know, I have been in the black prison for a long time. I have forgotten everything else. I dare not let go of my efforts to settle down... In the black prison, silence and darkness are the worst environment, but it is also the best.
As long as we pretend to be a piece of stone, we can avoid many ferocious hunters."
"Of course, now all the powerful prisoners in the black prison have been recruited by those big demons, and the black cat's aura is deep and long, like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, so naturally he is not afraid of those young people..."
"It's just that everything is possible. What if that ferocious prisoner ignores the big demon's summons and has the audacity to stroke Master Black Cat's beard... Of course you are not afraid of Master Black Cat and the noble young master, but
If that generous lady and that magical little witch accidentally lose a few hairs, I will never redeem myself."
Zheng Qing listened for a long time and finally understood what it wanted to say.
"So much nonsense!"
The young wizard rolled his eyes: "No wonder you can live in the Dark Prison for so long... Just tell me that lighting a lamp in the Dark Prison is dangerous. Don't talk so much nonsense next time."
The old lich held his hands, hunched over, with a fake smile on his face, saying yes again and again. The piles of wrinkles swamped his eyes, and the eye-catching scarlet color was almost invisible.