When the snoring sounds.

Zheng Qing fell asleep, but he was awake to know that he was not asleep.

His consciousness broke away from his heavy shell, and was carried by a cold gust of wind, through the tiny crevices in the woods, into the deepest part of the night.

The gust of wind was unusually cold, as if it came from the pitch-black outer space, and Zheng Qing felt that his mind was frozen.

This feeling continued until the yin wind stopped and he fell to the ground.

The wizard groaned under his breath and climbed up from the dark lawn.

He looked up.

In front of him was a huge black iron gate.

This iron gate is extremely tall, the length and width cannot be confirmed, it may be tens of miles, or hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, because there is no clear reference, Zheng Qing can only judge that it is very huge, standing in front of it, the young wizard is like a speck of dust.

Many strange images were poured on the iron gate.

There were scrawny eccentrics with their bodies hidden under ragged yellow robes, wrinkled monsters covered in black, with claws and tentacles, and glittering monks with wrinkled green skin and faces hidden in shadow.

But the most common are winged, arthropods and short-haired flying creatures, and a creeping creature covered in wattle skin and fins. The two creatures were like servants, clustering around the taller figures, making the entire iron gate flow with an aura of fanaticism and faith.

The wizard looked at everything on the iron door in fascination, completely oblivious to his existence.

Until a figure appeared in front of him.

He was draped in a yellow robe, and his face was hidden behind a soft white mask, through which Zheng Qing could only see a pair of shining pupilless green eyes. His hands were hidden under the sleeves of his robe, and his lower body was submerged in a deep black smoke, in which Zheng Qing could faintly see several tumbling tentacles.

"Welcome...... Happy... Greet. ”

The yellow-robed figure greeted in a low, hoarse voice, and then followed the wizard's gaze to the gate, and his tone showed a bit of joy: "How is it?

In the deepest part of Zheng Qing's consciousness, the green bud that had just grown two leaves hidden under the seal trembled violently in front of this strange figure, and in just an instant, a new leaf grew.

A crack appeared in the seal.

The young wizard's eyes flashed red, and his consciousness suddenly awoke.

"Where is this?!"

He looked nervously left and right, and finally his eyes fell on the yellow-robed figure, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Atlas?"

In the entire First University, only Atlas College wears a yellow robe.

The yellow robes were windless, and the hunting sounded as if the cold wind was laughing.

"For a long time... Very... For a long time, I haven't heard of it... The name. He sighed in a long voice, but did not refuse to answer the young wizard's question: "To you, here is the gate of hell." ”

"Hell?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but scream, and glanced back at the huge iron gate again. This time, there was a lot more fear in his eyes than awe.

"The gates of hell. The yellow-robed man patiently corrected the wizard's slip of the tongue, and added in his hoarse and deep voice, "Here you may be saved...... Or it could sink forever. Welcome to ...... Hell. ”

"Am I dead?"

Zheng Qing muttered, his thoughts a little chaotic: "No, no, I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping in a dream...... Is this a dream? Can you dream while sleeping in a dream? Is the dream here the same as the dream?...... Or was I eaten by a monster in the dream after I fell asleep? Was Zhu Si also eaten? Where is she? Why can't I see her?"

Under the hood of the yellow robe, the pair of pupilless green eyes looked at the young wizard in a trance, and did not say a word, allowing him to speculate wildly. But soon, the red under Zheng Qing's eyes became more and more intense, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

"No, I'm not dead. He raised his hand and looked at the translucent skin and crystal veins, and his voice gradually became affirmative: "I don't feel a trace of death, and I don't have a reason to come to hell...... My pure life does not belong here. ”

The pupilless green eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear such brazen words.

"It's just a dream. Zheng Qing looked at the man in the yellow robe, and his heart suddenly wavered: "This must be a dream...... Who are you? What do you want to do? My husband is very powerful, don't make trouble for yourself. ”

The yellow robe swayed in the night wind, and it seemed that the man in yellow was chuckling.

"It's a dream, but it's not a dream. His voice gradually got rid of hoarseness and became generous and kind, just like the voice of Mr. Zheng Qing in his impression: "There is no simple dream in the fantasy dream...... As for who I am? I'm just a shadow. I stand here, showing the way to confused souls. ”

Zheng Qing looked nervously at the figure shrouded in yellow robes, and his mind spun wildly.

His mind was tumbling with the stories he had seen in the library, the stories left by the devil. In those stories, the devil is always hiding his head and tail, pretending to be a ghost, and they always say something very ordinary, very empty, but also very frightening, and their words are full of all kinds of traps and intrigues.

At this moment, Zheng Qing was extremely looking forward to having Xiao Xiao's brain, and he believed that with Xiao Xiao's prudence and erudition, even in the face of the devil's bewitchment, he could avoid all kinds of traps and conspiracies.

Under the yellow robe, the pupilless green eyes flashed with a faint light.

"I... How... to go back. Zheng Qing opened his mouth with great difficulty and asked. He was ready, and the guy in front of him pulled out a piece of parchment dozens of feet long, on which were written the terms of the pit man.

But he guessed wrong.

Hearing his request, the yellow figure floated silently under the big iron gate, and the black mist under him rolled, like a surging tide, pushing him forward.

A thick tentacle poked out of the black mist, reaching towards the iron gate, and then pulling open a narrow small door below the iron gate. On the small door, a huge, octopus-like figure was poured.

"Through this door," the green eyes flickered slightly under the yellow robe: "...... You can leave the world with that little girl. ”

Sure enough, it's the devil.

Zheng Qing cursed in his heart, but his face was expressionless: "Isn't it hell behind the door? Why should I go to hell by myself? How do I know that you didn't lie to me? What if I don't go in?...... I can find another way to take her away on my own. ”

The green eyes looked at him deeply, and in a flickering moment, he disappeared behind the narrow door.