The opposite of that barren and dark world.

The world behind the door was filled with endless pale—a bit like the empty space that Zheng Qing had been to, but not quite. Because this world will not peek into the minds of visitors, and there will not be an ethereal voice repeating every thought in Zheng Qing's heart.

At the door stood the figure in a yellow robe, with his back to Zheng Qing.

Hearing Zheng Qing's footsteps, he turned around.

As before, his face was still wearing a white soft mask, his hands were tucked into his sleeves, and the lower half of his body was submerged in a thick white mist, and his tentacles could be faintly seen rolling in the mist.

The green in His eyes was one of the few colors in this pale land.

"Coming?" said the hoarse voice of the man in yellow.

Zheng Qing pretended not to hear the ridicule in his voice—maybe he didn't mean to ridicule, but Zheng Qing thought he heard the ridicule.

"You, sir, you should take off your mask. He tried to make his voice polite: "If you're willing to see me and want to say something to me, why don't you take off your mask and be honest?"

"Mask?" The man in yellow was visibly confused: "What is a mask?"

"It's what you're looking at. ”

The green eyes under the hood flashed: "I'm not wearing a mask." ”

"I didn't ...... No?" Zheng Qing looked at the white face, his heart suddenly tightened, and his voice couldn't help but be a little dry: "No...... Not really. I know a faceless who looks a lot like you...... You said this was hell, but you didn't expect hell to be like this......"

The yellow-robed man interrupted the young wizard's incoherent greetings:

"To you, this is hell. ”

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, like a dried fish, and he felt his tongue tingle.

After a while, he asked in a dumb voice, "...... And then what?"

Let him enter the narrow gate, and then what?

It's its own hell, and then what?

I've gone to hell, and then what?

“...... I always have to know what I'm up against. The young wizard summoned up his courage and asked again.

The yellow robe was windless, the sleeves of the robe hunted, and the white mist that flooded the corners of the robe surged, and the thick tentacles inside seemed to be churning and rolling.

"The truth is the scariest thing in the world. Zheng Qing sounded a little familiar with the words of the yellow robe, and he thought for a while before he reacted, not long ago, when Mr. Wu gave him a private make-up lesson, he had said something similar.

And in that class, Zheng Qing learned a lot of truths - such as Professor Yao's true identity, the big bomb in the depths of his soul, and so on - which gave him a very deep understanding of the power of this sentence.

At this moment, hearing that the mysterious yellow-robed man opposite also wanted to talk about the 'truth', Zheng Qing had the urge to grab a jar of 'yellow pulp' from the toilet and paste it on the other party's face.

The last thing he needs in his life is the truth.

Isn't it happy to live in ignorance?

"I want to know who I am, why you were pulled into this world by me, how to get out of here, even how to get out of the dreamland, to take that little girl away, or to do something for your husband...... Then take the courage and keep going. ”

The words of the yellow robe made Zheng Qing's heart chaotic.

Zheng Qing had no doubt that the yellow robe on the other side must be a great existence from the depths of the starry sky, and only those wizards who are legendary, or even beyond legends, have the confidence to let themselves 'do something for Mr.'.

The only problem is that, according to Mr. Before, those wizards who go to the depths of the stars are on a very different path from the wizards of the Wizarding Alliance, or the wizards of the First University.

Will there be an intersection between two different paths?

Zheng Qing didn't know.

All he knew was that he had no other choice: "Why me?"

"Coincidence...... Or, you can call it the arrangement of fate. ”

"Must go down?" Zheng Qing looked down at his feet—the two of them were standing on a circular platform, with the narrow iron door behind him and the white steps in front of him. The billowing mist flooded the steps, making it impossible for him to see the view below.

The yellow-robed man patiently replied, "If you stay here all the time, there is no way out. ”

"Why did you let me go down?" the young wizard glanced bravely at the yellow-robed eyes.

"A test," under the yellow hood, there seemed to be countless whirlpools hidden in those green eyes, Zheng Qing just glanced at it, and felt a splitting headache: "When you pass this test, you are qualified to know the truth." ”

"What if it doesn't pass?"

“...... Then you will be directly on the other side of the empty space. ”

The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.

He had been to the Empty Land since the last 'explosion', and his husband had told him that it was a place between the living and the dead world, where confused souls would stay for a short time and decide whether to be reborn or die, and it was said that the messengers of the Grim Reaper hovered outside the Empty Land.

The 'other side of the empty land' in the mouth of the yellow robe should be the embrace of death.

I didn't expect this dull-looking guy to speak with a little poetry, the young wizard thought bitterly.

"Is it dangerous down there?" he continued to work on his mental build-up.

"I don't know. ”

"Can you use magic down there?"

"I don't know. ”

"How far do you have to go once you're in?"

"I don't know," perhaps impatient with the young wizard's nagging, the yellow-robed man paused after saying the third 'I don't know', and added a few more words:

"Maybe you need to go a long way, maybe you just need to walk a few steps...... When you go down, you'll know the outcome. I can't tell you more about this. ”

"Friendly reminder, during this journey, you will see all kinds of things, take whatever you want, get it can follow you back to reality, and the next time we meet, every question you ask, you have to pay a thing as a fee. So, take as much as you can! for more answers, and for more wealth!"

Zheng Qing paused, didn't look back, and walked straight to the white steps, into the tumbling mist. And the thoughts in his heart were like those fogs, tumbling endlessly.

Who knows what this guy in the yellow robe thinks, he can only believe half of his words at most, no, a quarter. For example, in the last sentence, if there is a charge for the next meeting and chat, then I should indeed take a little more things, but if there is no next meeting, or even if I go down and die?

Logically, if I die after going down, he doesn't need to do anything more than remind me to take more things.

But on the other hand, wizards rarely do things logically, especially those from the depths of the stars, who, according to the books, are crazy.

And what is the thing He said to let take?

The messy thoughts gave Zheng Qing a headache.