Zheng Qing is no stranger to the small world of sandbox.
When he first participated in the winter hunt in his freshman year, Zheng Qing had encountered it once in the silent forest. At that time, he was being escorted back to school by a team of the teaching assistant team because of "threatening to use a thousand explosion talismans". As a result, the group accidentally broke into the sandbox opened by the Dark Council and almost wiped out the entire army.
Coincidentally, Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin were also present that time.
Therefore, after the three light array was unfolded this time and the surrounding directions were confirmed, the fortune teller of the Yusin Hunting Team confirmed in a short time that several people were once again trapped in a small sandbox world.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
After receiving the doctor's warning, Zheng Qing immediately cleared the ordinary talisman bullets in the bullet nest - he remembered it very clearly. The last time the Yusin Hunting Team and more than a dozen assistants in the teaching assistant team fell into the sandbox world, Su Shijun shattered her four tails before barely opening a slightly safer evacuation passage.
In other words, the role of ordinary talisman bullets in this environment is almost zero.
"Are you sure it's a sandbox?"
While being alert, Zheng Qing quickly stuffed blood talisman bullets into Colt's nest - these talisman bullets were originally the "goods" he was going to hand over to the Sanchao Sword next month. Today is March 29th. In two days, Thursday is April 1st, and it is time for him to fulfill his contract.
Although he used rhetorical questions, Zheng Qing had already believed the doctor's judgment during the process of filling the talisman and bulb.
Because the five ordinary talisman bombs he had just shot included a streaming fire bomb, a frost bullet, an evil-proof bullet, a binding bullet and a flash bomb, aiming at the piles of firewood, puddles, gargoyle sculptures, doors and windows, and deep fog within his sight. In theory, at least the pile of firewood should be lit, but as a result, the five talisman bombs all entered the sea like mud cows, and the streaming light shot from the muzzle flashed in the fog, and there was no sound.
If the barrel of the Colt Silver Python in his hand had already heated slightly, Zheng Qing would have doubted whether he had really pulled the trigger before.
Hearing Zheng Qing’s doubts, Xiao Xiao had not spoken yet, and the fat wizard gave a positive reply.
"Absolutely true."
After suppressing his height back to two meters, Fatty Xin's voice became much clearer: "Didn't we encounter this ghost thing when we were freshman? I was deeply impressed... The magic cosmology we took last semester was not in vain!"
Unlike the fat wizard's answers filled with subjective judgments, Xiao Xiao's analysis seemed to be much more 'magic'. He pointed to the embers of fireworks that looked like aurora in the sky, and spoke quickly: "The biggest difference between the sandbox world and the ordinary world is 'time', and just one of the most standard scales for calculating time... The time interval between those fireworks from flash to explosion sounds was too long, and it was long enough to allow the explosion of fireworks to circle the island of Bouji three times. And you and I know that it is daytime now, but the stream of fireworks flashes with rich colors that only at night... Of course, more important!"
He knocked on the crystal ball that was still floating in front of him, and curled his lips: "My crystal ball can quickly explore the surrounding environment without spells because it has a hint of connection with the school guardian magic circle and can borrow the power of the magic circle... This is a paid service!... But now, this glass ball can only reflect Xin's fat butt. In other words, we are separated from the school guardian magic circle. I can't think of any other possibility of this degree of division except the sandbox."
"You can take a look elsewhere!" The fat wizard shook his butt.
"I never knew that the school guardian magic circle was renting its formation power out." Zheng Qing glanced at the crystal ball, and was convinced, and had a question about another thing: "...Who do you know when we were trapped in the sandbox?"
"I don't know." The fat man answered very simply.
The doctor hesitated for a moment: "Unsure... The crystal ball and the guardian array lost their connection in a moment. It may be an inconspicuous bluestone slab on the road we stepped on, a firework falling from the sky, a drop of dew hanging from the eaves, or a smear of smoke coming out of the street corners... It is difficult to build a sandbox, but it is relatively easy to hide the sandbox."
The sound of the three chatting was particularly clear on the empty streets.
But it received no response.
This made the young hunters more alert - the murderous intent hidden in the dark is the most threatening compared to monsters grinding their teeth and sucking blood on the surface - they need to show greater patience in the face of patient attackers.
Zheng Qing calmed down at this moment, inserted the talisman gun around his waist with his back hand, opened his copper-plate book, and applied a guardian spell to the three of them.
Before seeing the real enemy, he only needs to protect himself and shoot randomly without aiming at the target. The only consequence is to be deceived by the other party and waste precious blood talisman bullets.
“…He is the Lord!”
“…He is the only one!”
“…He is the light in the darkness!”
A hoarse and melodious song vaguely came from the fog. The sound seemed to be coming from all directions, making people unable to find the source. The fireworks that still slowly rose were beaten by their explosion sound.
The light of the fireworks was filled with colors and slowly fell in the singing, and each was like a fire meteor streaking down the night sky.
"The starry sky is a mystery in my soul..."
"They fascinate me..."
"He is a mystery..."
"He is a mystery..."
"Brother Zha, above!" The doctor stared at the crystal ball that had gradually appeared in front of him, and suddenly poked Zheng Qing, who was looking around with his elbow, with a soft voice reminding: "Roof!"
Zheng Qing looked up and immediately noticed rows of eagle frames suddenly standing on both sides of the street, with dried crows hanging upside down on the racks with ropes. This picture was exactly the same as what he saw in his dreams. The only difference was that there were no cults dancing and praying wildly under the eagle frame.
It seems that the boy's sight is noticed.
The moment he raised his head, the dry crows raised their eyelids together, revealing their eyes covered with scarlet red.
"Qua!"
A hanging crow suddenly flapped its wings, opened its mouth, and let out a dry and hoarse howl. The howl was like a gunfire, and all the hanging crows struggled on the eagle racks on the roofs on both sides of the street.
"Qua!Qua!Qua!"
The noisy waves not only drown the melodious singing, but also covered the sound of fireworks.
The three young wizards suddenly felt their backs numb and stopped at the same time.
"When we laugh at the devil and tell ourselves that it does not exist... it is the happiest time."
Xiao Xiao took a deep breath, put away the crystal ball in front of him, pinched the bamboo slips in his hand, and did not look back, but Zheng Qing had to say this to himself: "...Now I believe that those crows are really not dead."