The presence in yellow disappeared behind the door.

With the iron gate as the center, the darkness and gloom that enveloped the world slowly receded. The pale moonlight repainted the countenance of the night.

Zheng Qing felt like he was finally able to breathe again.

He was a little skeptical that the yellow-robed being was from the starry sky, because his head ached again during the brief encounter with Him.

Mr. once told Zheng Qing that his headache was caused by the accidental germination of the 'Order Seed', and the seed sprouted because he received a lot of occult knowledge. With Zheng Qing's lack of magical knowledge, he could think of the existence that could spread a lot of knowledge just by contact, and only those outer gods from the depths of the starry sky.

But even if he guessed that the man in yellow might not be the devil, Zheng Qing would never enter the narrow door.

Perhaps touching the scene and feeling it, he suddenly remembered a long time ago - in fact, not too long, that is, in July and August last year - when he bought a law book in Damingfang, he once saw a passage in a law book:

Enter through the narrow gate. For there are many people who enter the wide gate avenue, and it leads to destruction. Few people are found on the narrow gate, which leads to eternal life. ’

This passage is from the Gospel of Matthew in the New Testament, which is printed on a Parisian bound edition of the Dharma book. At that time, Zheng Qing once secretly laughed at Seprano's younger brother, thinking that he couldn't enter the narrow door with his stature.

Then the impolite fat man turned into a boar demon.

The night wind swept across the corners of his robes, and the young wizard couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously looked around. Words like 'inspiration', 'intuition', or 'whim' describe a shaman's mystical sense of something unwitnessed but related to him.

Now.

In this barren land, that passage suddenly came to mind.

His intuition told Zheng Qing that this was not a good sign.

Under the moonlight, the scenery that would have been shrouded in shadows is unobstructed. As far as the eye can see, this is a completely foreign world to Zheng Qing. Stretching out around the huge iron gate was a desolate field, covered with slender, pitch-black dead grass, as if the scorched black of a wildfire had passed, but full of grass-like vitality.

The blades of grass rustle in the night breeze, silently communicating with the jagged rocks scattered in between. In the sparse sound of the wind and the rustle of blades of grass, Zheng Qing faintly heard many whispers, but he could never find the person who spoke:

"When you're alone, if death isn't seen, you're just on a long journey alone......"

“...... The soul can die with the body, or it can live alone...... The pale soul reawakened in the decaying place of the body, and wailed towards the moon, night after night......"

“...... In the midst of the Night, the dark land, which we will eventually touch, the gods hate the ghosts, the mortals retreat, the Karkssa, the realm of the great Hasta kings......"

“...... Where the king's ragged rags are fluttering, the song of the soul that has never been heard will pass away, and my voice is dead, and you are about to die...... Whoever is not sung, your tears will dry up in the lost Karksa before they drop......"

"Order...... Not of this world. ”

"Don't look at God!!"

Those whispers blew through Zheng Qing's ears like the wind. He could only capture a few words. When he tried to find the source of the sound, he could only find a few strange-looking stones, or dead roots.

“... Kalkisa ...... Carquesa ......"

“... Great Hasta..."

“...... The ragged king..."

The whispering voices became more and more fragmented, and gradually, only a few key words could be heard, repeated in the night wind, echoing in the ears of the young wizard.

Zheng Qing sat under a dry elderberry tree, rubbing his sore ankles.

He walked around the wasteland for a long time, but never found a way out. There is not a trace of human activity here, no smoke, no thatched huts, no barking dogs, no roosters, no ploughing fields, no canals, no fruit trees, not even the droppings of wild animals, the cries of birds, the low chirping of insects.

As far as the eye can see, there are only the black weeds that seem to be burned.

And the rocks in the grass.

Zheng Qing pulled up a clump of black grass at his feet, and a smoke-like breath flowed from the soil, and Zheng Qing faintly heard the weeds screaming in the wind.

When he lowered his head.

The weeds in his hands had turned into a cloud of black ash and fell down his fingers. The smoke filled the dirt, and after a few moments, the freshly turned dirt had been leveled again, and a small, but even darker, black grass had regrown on it.

Zheng Qing picked up a strange rock at his feet and smashed it on the elderberry like a vent.

The dry elderberry bark was smashed to the ground by him.

Behind the bark, on the pale trunk, a line of pitch-black handwriting was faintly revealed, which was somewhat striking in the white moonlight. Zheng Qing approached in surprise, wanting to see more clearly.

The next moment, he screamed, took a few steps back, and almost fell to the ground.

On the pale trunk of the tree is engraved the epitaph:

"×× (1990**-2009**) First University Jiuyou College, Astronomy 08-1 class, born in Pingyang Mansion, Huaxia, died in the city of Kalksa in the fantasy realm, woohoo lament!"

The name of the tomb owner and the date of birth are still a little blurred, like water-stained ink on rice paper.

But Zheng Qing recognized it at a glance that this was his tombstone. The clear experience, the vague description, all the clues point to the same conclusion.

This encounter adds a bit of mystery and horror to this wasteland.

Zheng Qing even began to suspect that everything he saw and heard was just his own fantasy or delirium. The gloomy landscape was shrouded in the low-hanging night, and everything in the heavens and the earth was making threatening signs.

Are you already dead?!

Zheng Qing suddenly woke up - he was not dead yet, but when his name on the tombstone was completely clear, it was the time when he died.

This is a land full of evil and calamity, and only by leaving here can we live.

The omen was so strong that Zheng Qing could almost hear the wizard's intuition shouting in his ear: Get out of here quickly!

"'Enter through the narrow gate,'" the wizard muttered, glancing at the pale moonlight on the horizon for the last time, and walking to the narrow passage under the iron gate, "...... No, it's not you, it's me who will enter through the narrow gate. ”

"Zi said: If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell. ”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable...... Akbar. ”

After praying with great sincerity to all the divine beings he knew, he cautiously slipped through the narrow door with the talisman he had imagined.