Hearing the word 'Shou Turtle', Zheng Qing subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xiao.

It was the second time he had heard about this place today.

As Serplano had just said, Liu Feifei's cobra, which was suspected to be a faceless demon, had disappeared into the mud pond of the turtle on the eastern shore of Linzhong Lake. And now, Professor Garcia also says that the turtle there has seen the traces of black sheep.

If there are too many coincidences, it is not a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qing's idea of leaving the polder city became more and more urgent.

But before leaving, he needs to find Jiang Yu and Poseidon - he doesn't have the guts to leave Poseidon alone and go back to school. In that case, what Su Shijun cut off would not be his shadow.

After saying goodbye to Professor Garcia, Zheng Qing went around the polder.

The witches' trails are easy to find.

They were standing in the doorway of a fishskin tent on the edge of the polder, looking inside. The little fox was lying in Jiang Yu's arms, playing with his tail boringly, while Colma was attached to Jiang Yu's ear, whispering something with a wicked smile on his face.

Jiang Yu's cheeks were a little red, and his eyes were shining.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Qingyuan shouted.

His voice was very conspicuous in the quiet polder, attracting a large number of concerned eyes around him. This pressure suddenly made the wizard swallow back the words that followed.

When Colmar saw Zheng Qing, she sighed slightly, and a trace of disappointment flashed on her face.

"What kind of place is this...... Divination?" Zheng Qing walked in, only to see a short fishbone wood sticking out of the side of the fishskin tent, and a small cyan flag was held on the wood, on which the word 'Bu' was scribbled in ink.

"This is an ancient divination technique handed down by the fish-man tribe, a very ancient and very ancient psychic divination. Colmar explained, "It's just not as accurate...... In the school, only the shamans who studied the ancient divination rituals knew a little. ”

Hearing that it was related to divination, Xiao Xiao's eyes lit up significantly.

"Do you want to divinate something?" Zheng Qing said curiously.

Jiang Yu's face, which had already regained his calmness, flushed again, and he said in a hurried tone: "Sheep, goat's milk...... We, we want to ask what's going on with goat's milk in school!"

Zheng Qinghu glanced at her suspiciously.

Colmar pouted, no squeak. The little fox laughed in Jiang Yu's arms, and his tail twitched and twitched, as if he could laugh at any time. Jiang Yu pursed his lips, and his fingers skillfully kneaded behind the little fox's ears and between his neck, and soon made Poseidon snort comfortably.

You're a fox, not a cat!

Zheng Qing sneered, and then asked, "Then are you done divination?"

This time it was Colmar who answered him.

"If the divination was over, we wouldn't be standing at the door, would we?" she folded her arms and stood lazily aside, seemingly losing interest in what was going on.

"Since we haven't started yet, let's go and have a look. Xiao Xiao immediately spoke, and at the same time helped the black-rimmed glasses on his face: "I have always been interested in psychic divination...... However, because of the uncertainty and mystical contamination involved in this magic, it is difficult to find a soothsayer outside who is familiar with the rituals. ”

Zheng Qing hesitated for a second, and finally agreed.

It's only a few dozen minutes horizontally and vertically, and it's been wasted so long in the polder, and it doesn't have much impact to go out a little earlier or later. And he hadn't figured out who to look for when he went out - whether to go to Lin Guo first and tell the little wizard that there was a glimmer of hope about the black goat, or go to the bookstore to find the yellow civet and ask it if there were any taboos in the mud pond where the turtles stayed, or go to Professor Yao and ask the school to investigate whether there was a demon hiding on the east side of Linzhong Lake.

In conclusion, there are pros and cons to either approach.

Xiao Xiao took the lead in lifting the curtain of the fishskin tent and walked in. Then Jiang Yu hugged Poseidon, and then Colma. Zheng Qing was the last to enter.

As soon as he entered the tent, he couldn't help coughing violently.

The tent was filled with a thick smoke, as if someone was burning wet pine wood, and like hundreds of big men smoking dry tobacco together. Blue-white smoke filled every corner of the tent, and it was impossible to see people from a few meters away.

Violent coughing came and went.

After dozens of seconds, the coughing gradually stopped, and the smoke in the tent dissipated a lot, and Zheng Qing was finally able to see the figures of his companions and the decoration in the tent - the wizard was very suspicious that the dissipated smoke was inhaled into his stomach by them. It made him feel a little bad.

"Welcome...... Hiss...... Welcome. ”

A raspy and hoarse voice sounded at the end of the tent, where a long stone table was set up, behind which sat a rickety old fishman.

The old fish-man was very old, and its huge eyes occupied almost a quarter of its face, and the white eyelids and blue-gray eyeballs together constituted an aura of dying wood. The fins on its back are dry and scarce, and the scale armor on its hands has fallen off a lot, and when it speaks, the tendrils at the corners of its mouth tremble slightly, as if the sound is a little louder, and the few fragile whiskers will detach from its jaws.

Even in the first university, Zheng Qing had never seen such an old fishman.

Professor Garcia is a sturdy fish-man lad compared to it!

This is a stray fishman, Zheng Qing's first reaction confirmed this fact. Not only because this old fishman has a strange image and is full of the atmosphere of the island, but also because its dress is incompatible with the fishermen in Linzhong Lake.

For example, the rosary made of the skull of a baby, the human skin hat on the head, the cloak woven from the hair of a unicorn and the tail feathers of a green luanbird—such magical objects that contain a lot of contraband, the fish-people of Phuket have long since forgotten how to use them.

Only the alien wandering fish-people will retain the traditions of these ancient fish-people.

Perhaps this explains why this fish-man uses ancient psychic divination.

Unlike Zheng Qing, who paid attention to the old priest of the fish-man, Xiao Xiao looked at every bit of decoration in the tent with fascination. His gaze slid over the huge antlers hanging from the walls around him, the withered bear skins, the ivory elephant skulls, the whips twisted from the tail of the ox, and the quill in his hand frantically scribbled everything in the black notebook.

A crisp and ethereal singing voice suddenly sounded.

Zheng Qing suddenly turned around, only to notice that in addition to the old fishmen, there was also a row of small fishmen wearing animal skin robes sitting in the tent. They were the choir of the old priests.

It is different from the hideous appearance and turbid breath of an adult fish-man.

The breath of the young fishman is very clean, and the appearance is also a little cute. Big eyes, translucent scales, clean, soft fins, and a crisp sound.

It reminds people of a sentence.

'One is flesh and bones made of water, and the other is mud and mud'