The most scarce thing in the black prison world is light.

The most dangerous thing is also light.

The bottomless abyss always circulates cold wind at the entrances and exits; the magma that can burn all will crack and heat emit the earth before it gushs; and the prisoners who plunder each other's flesh and blood will encounter unexpectedly in the darkness, which is both a danger and an opportunity.

Only light, when it blooms in the darkness, brings the deepest death.

Of course, as the war between the wizard and the demon broke out, the thunder suddenly became angry under the night, and the white rainbow slid across the sky. After the Black Prison Castle became a pearl, the light in the Black Prison now seemed to be no longer the most dangerous existence.

But the threat from light has not decreased because of the increase in light.

On the contrary, because the number of light sources has become more and more dangerous light sources has confused, this threat has become increasingly elusive.

Perhaps because they were mostly in the light after entering the Black Prison, Zheng Qing and others did not have enough understanding of the dangers of the Black Prison, so when the group passed by a dead forest and saw a few mosses flashing charming fluorescence under the "Small Star", the first reaction of several young wizards was surprise, not alert.

"There are plants in the black prison." Zheng Qing poked a piece of moss at the foot of the tree with a dead branch used to explore the way, and sighed with emotion: "There are snow lotus on the top of the mountain, and the other side of the abyss are the flowers at the bottom of the abyss. The most stubborn glory of life can always be forced into the desperate situation, and the world of black prison is no exception."

The black cat looked at the young public student with a look of eating shit.

It never felt that it had the talent of a poet.

Jiang Yu bent down, put on silkworm leather gloves, skillfully took out a silver knife, tweezers, slides, and a box filled with fine runes on the seal, and collected some moss specimens from his bag.

"I'm sure that the school's database has never published a paper about native plants in the black prison," the witch straightened up and waved her fist with energy: "This will definitely get full marks for my practice part next semester!"

The black cat knocked off the box in the witch's hand with one claw, and spitted a few saliva on her hand: "The premise is that you can live until the next semester... Has no one emphasized to you the danger of black prison? The plants in black prison, especially those that glow, represent not vitality, but plague and death."

The witch was just happy to see the hunting for a moment, not because she was blinded by the practical scores of the next semester. After the black cat knocked out the tools in her hand, she immediately reacted.

Take off the silkworm gloves, wipe your hands with the saliva of the black cat, and then quickly find a bottle of Lourdes Holy Water to purify the negative effects of purifying the body. A gentler containing moonstone powder and helleborum slurry reduces the erosion of the black magic, and then apply some snake oil to your hands. This ancient potion has some panacea effect in detoxifying and eliminating evil. It is safe to use snake oil when the wizard cannot accurately identify the toxicity.

Zheng Qing was also in a hurry and took out a few talismans to remove evil and poison from the gray cloth bag, burned the talisman water, and let the witch take it internally.

During the whole process, the black cat watched coldly and said a few words of mocking the two of them from time to time; the earrings and nose rings squatted beside him, holding the totem stick in his hand to take charge of the guard; Zhu Si lay on the left head of the double-headed Minotao, holding a quill pen, writing and drawing on the corner of the plate, looking very serious.

It was not until everything was handled properly that the witch realized the matter of holding the responsibility accountable.

"Where is Old Thor?" He looked around in anger, looking for the figure of the old lich leading the way: "It should remind us...whether of others?"

Wherever you see, there is silence around you. Apart from the twisted and dry dead trees, there are only rugged and strange rocks, standing quietly under the faint starlight, looking at these uninvited guests silently.

The old lich disappeared.

The black cat snorted lightly.

"Obviously, our guide had other plans." It squatted at the fork of Minotao, overlooking the two young wizards looking at each other, with a tone full of sarcasm:

"If you treat this journey in Black Prison as an outing or outing, you don't need a guide at all; if you treat this journey as an adventure, then you should be vigilant enough for the guides who join temporarily... Haven't you taught these common sense in the school's practical class?"

Zheng Qing felt a long-lost heat on his face.

Fortunately, the light in the black prison was dim, and others might not notice his blushing.

"Let's leave here first." He muttered, signaling his earrings and nose rings to get up, and at the same time, he held the talisman gun and walked out of the dead woods first.

Jiang Yu opened the Dharma book and followed closely behind.

The double-headed Minotao walked at the end, and its heavy breathing and heavy steps greatly relieved the tension of the two young wizards.

Half an hour later, Zheng Qing stopped and the talisman gun in his hand had been opened. Jiang Yu stood beside him, and a faint light appeared on the Dharma book, reflecting her face looking paler.

Minotao still followed the two of them silently, but the black cat that was originally lying between its two heads had disappeared.

"Create that you are not lost." Zheng Qing asked in a low voice, paying attention to the movements around him vigilantly.

Jiang Yu nodded slightly, flicked his fingertips between the pages: "The 'Constant Place' shows that we have been moving in a fixed direction... and we all wore the leaves of the mysterious wood and did not fall into a illusion."

Zheng Qing swept the magic leaves tied with red strings on his wrist, and felt more and more uneasy. He did not lose his way or fall into a illusion. However, the group of people walked in this small dead wood forest for more than half an hour, but still did not go out. Moreover, the several places he passed by gave him a strong sense of déjà, as if he had been here before.

"Where did that black cat die?" The witch stopped and looked around, with a little anxious voice.

More than ten minutes ago, the black cat jumped off Minotao's head and said that it seemed that he had seen the shadow of the old lich. He went to catch it and asked the two young wizards to leave first, and it would return in a moment.

But unexpectedly, I will never return.

"It's only been more than ten minutes, don't worry." Jiang Yu grabbed the male witch's arm, clenched it hard, and whispered.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the uneasiness that was constantly gushing out from his heart.

"Have you noticed that the surroundings were a little too quiet?" His head turned to Jiang Yu, his lips moved slightly. Although his voice was very low, it seemed extremely clear in this dead woods: "It seems that even the wind is subconsciously avoiding this place."

The witch nodded silently, but suddenly remembered something and grabbed the male witch's arm: "Wind? Unless magic passes by, there shouldn't be wind in the black prison... Why do you think of wind?"
Chapter completed!