Zheng Qing carried the talisman gun and walked carefully in the depths of the forest where there was no trace.
The night was very dark, and the moonlight and starlight fell, forming mottled light and shadows in the forest. There was silence around, there was no roar of wild animals in the distance, no birds cried on the trees, no insects cried in the bushes, and even the leaves seemed to solidify in the wind, without making rustling sounds.
This depressing atmosphere made Zheng Qing unable to help but hold his breath, as if inhaling or exhaling a little faster would alarm an unknown existence deep in the forest.
This silence also made his senses particularly sensitive.
Soon, his ears caught a low and strange sound in the distance. Its accent was strange, as if it was not a human tone, but it also had a rhythmic and swaying like a singing poem.
Just hearing this voice made Zheng Qing feel vague and nervous and uneasy, and a contradictory feeling in his heart that he wanted to escape but couldn't wait to take a look.
The evil-proof talisman on his body did not react at all. The haha beads on his wrist turned into little people the size of a thumb, and quickly shuttled through the surrounding bushes and his feet to inquire about the movements around him.
Soon, news came from a haha bead.
Zheng Qing followed it to the edge of the woodland, and there were more than a dozen eagle racks in the gap in the distance, but there were no eagles on the rack, but dead crows hanging. They surrounded a pile of blue bonfires and evenly surrounded them into a large circle. In the bonfire was the head of a huge black goat - it was as big as the head of a small elephant - its fur was completely preserved in the flames, the wounds on the neck were cut very neatly, and the two eyeballs were shining, emitting a burning and red breath like charcoal fire.
In many magic rituals, goats symbolize sacrifice and magic.
In the clearing between the bonfire and the eagle rack, a large group of wizards in tattered robes were twisting their bodies, jumping silently around the head of the goat, and the blue fire shone on their naked skin, exuding a strange and twisting atmosphere like the starry sky.
Zheng Qing immediately concluded that this was the legendary prayer ceremony between cultists and cults.
The wizard in charge was hidden under his wide hood. He was also the one who was the most neatly dressed among these cultists. The low and strange sound that Zheng Qing heard before was made. Every time he moved his foot, a long hissing sound between the donkey and the bull would be heard in his chest, and the bonfire jumped as well.
When he danced and walked around the bonfire, a blue tongue of fire would pop up, bringing a wizard in the crowd in a ragged robe into the fire.
Then the fire became stronger.
And its admirers seemed to be frightened, twisting and jumping more and more intensely. The blue firelight reflected on their faces, and it was difficult for Zheng Qing to describe the expression as joy, fear, or numbness.
There is a saying in the first university that the beauty of knowledge lies in confusion - it is basically complaining about the difficulty of magic knowledge in college.
But at this moment, Zheng Qing was really confused.
Not only because he couldn't understand the specific meaning of the cult dance and roar, but also because the scene in front of him was completely different from many of the black magic rituals he knew.
It is true that he had heard that cultists had bad brains, but even if they were confused and distorted, it was difficult for him to accept this act of sacrificed life to inexplicable existence. In his impression, even those black magic rituals that worship flesh and blood sacrifices rarely directly sacrifice the most devout believers. For any existence, devout believers are a very valuable resource.
The sacrifices in the clearings in the forest did not stop slightly due to the confusion of the bystanders.
Round after circle.
Until the wizard was left behind, all the cultists were engulfed by the bonfire. Then he stopped, rubbed his sore shoulders, raised his hand and waved to the sky, as if he was saying hello to someone.
Next second.
A huge, ticking claw of the hand claws penetrated the clouds, fell into the bonfire, grabbed the huge goat's head and quickly returned to the dark night.
The viscous chewing sound came from the sky, occasionally accompanied by a angrily low growl or two.
“It’s so unpalatable.”
An indescribable harsh voice came from behind the clouds. Although he couldn't understand its words, Zheng Qing was surprised to find that he understood its meaning. And surprisingly, he could hear a little depressed from its tone?
"Pooh!"
A large ball of darkness fell from the sky and smashed heavily into the woods. A few blue flames were burning on the darkness. At the same time, there was an annoying voice falling together: "...The cultists' flesh and blood pollution is too heavy, and it is not good for me at all!...Where are those ogre tribes?"
"There are few small tribes nearby that meet the hunting requirements." The forest wizard replied with his head raised.
The clouds rolled for a moment, and finally condensed into a big, fuzzy and distorted face.
"Then choose something else...," it looked down on the earth, with a faint expression, contrasting with the harsh sound: "We won't stay here for too long."
"Can anyone else?" Its servant seemed a little surprised.
The vague big face was silent for a moment, and finally replied: "The real wizard cannot do...who is there!"
It looked in shock and anger at the direction where Zheng Qing was. Zheng Qing picked up a haha bead that had just caught him a corpse-eating beetle, ran away and ran away. Behind him, the evil wizard in the open space turned his head at the same time, and a twitching face mixed with fear and joy appeared under his hood.
Zheng Qing discovered that he knew this face.
It belongs to his former magic biology teacher, Gan Ning.
“Who is there?!”
call!
Zheng Qing suddenly sat up from the bed, his heart beating wildly, and his cold sweat was pouring on.
Turning his head and looking out the window.
It was not yet dawn and the night was dark.
Reality spreads around like a tide.
The thoughts that emerged in my mind were like black rocks in the tide, which seemed clear and abrupt - was the lucid dream I just saw another scene of a crime, or was it just a nightmare?
He wiped the cold sweat from his head, and the fatigue from the depths of his soul surged up again, quickly submerging the young wizard who had just woken up. In a daze, he touched the nightmare doll under the pillow in the dark, and none of his head was separated from his body.
"Not a nightmare."
He muttered - the four words "False Shock" are the best idioms in the world, which are a hundred times better than words such as relaxed and pleasant, unparalleled in the world, pleasing to the eye, perfection, etc. - the tension in his heart suddenly disappeared, and when he fell into a head, Zheng Qing quickly fell into a deep sleep again.