Teng Yunshen cautiously looked at the man who had invited him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Except for some funny mustaches, the other party's facial features are not easy to impress, and he is not yet the age of beard. As you can imagine, this was intentional for him to add personality. His clothes were similar to those of a furniture factory worker, made of navy blue canvas with sawdust and sweat.

Teng Yunshen looked further at his emotions, or, more deeply, within. This is not a skill, more like an instinct, and the nature of a wizard opens up a whole new horizon for Teng Yunshen.

There was a smoky light in the man's pupils, the light was light white, and Teng Yunshen used his consciousness to gently flick the light into his eyes. Unlike when facing the Black Sword Society, he didn't feel stinged by such an act.

Teng Yunshen nodded and walked towards the enthusiastic wizard. In fact, such an examination is just a psychological comfort. Until then, he had not been able to perceive the wickedness of witches.

The man returned to the wall, which was somewhere unknown, not an empty road. Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand again a little nervously, and this time, his hand easily sank into the wall. The bricks and water droplets take on the nature of phantoms, close at hand, but out of reach.

He trembled and stepped into the wall.

At first he was greeted by quiet darkness. For a moment, he regretted it and was even ready to retreat, but an invisible force drove him and pushed him.

Teng Yunshen stumbled through the darkness and stepped into the spacious and bright hall. Warm currents enveloped him.

The air is not awe-inspiring. Generally speaking, people don't expect the seriousness of the air, preferring to use words like "atmosphere".

Pure lights hung motionless above their heads, no music, only the ubiquitous whispering. They talk in a low voice, like spies who deliver information, only less sneaky. You'll find all the things that all binge-goers shy away from.

However, when they wore or wore all sorts of sorcererical things, everything became absurd, and even the air lost its usual rationality, and danced drunkenly in the words of the people.

"You're not on the list. The man handed him a drink, "It's open to most people, though. ”

"Thank you. Teng Yunshen said cautiously that he imagined that he might step into a dangerous trap...... However, almost no one here noticed his arrival, and they had endless whispers.

"You're from ......," the man frowned, "White Moon's territory?" he sniffed lightly, as if he could get information from it, and it wasn't worth it to wizards to do that.

"Isn't this place?" Teng Yunshen remembered that he hadn't gone too far, and he also remembered that the entire city was under the jurisdiction of White Moon.

The man smiled in surprise: "It's a mobile market, and we open doors in many places. You're a new wizard?"

Teng Yunshen gestured: "Just half a day ago, I didn't know anything about you. ”

"This is not a good time," the man said, with a look of abrupt realization, "have you heard? ”

Teng Yunshen nodded.

The man said sympathetically: "The days ahead will be even more difficult. Come on. I'll send you something. ”

He led Teng Yunshen through the hall. The hall was followed by another hall, more spacious and noisy, with voices and crowds.

Teng Yunshen sighed with emotion: "So many wizards ......"

The man said proudly, "Wizards from all over the country will come here." ”

"How many?"

"It's a big secret. The man replied, "Your precinct alone, the youngest one, has nearly two thousand wizards. And those old towns...... The numbers are quite impressive, and even wizards may be much more than ordinary people, after all, we have unlimited time. ”

They walked over to the rectangular table.

The staff was busy, and unlike the men, they were neatly dressed in uniforms, which were quite decent even if judged from a secular point of view. The man asked them for a thin notebook and a pen, and then handed them to Teng Yunshen: "Just one horizontal line, and you will enter our roster, and we can call you Mr. Hengxian." ”

Teng Yunshen looked at the names left by others, and they were as varied as the pseudonyms people use on the Internet, and he wrote his own name.

"You can call me 'Bigfoot,' that's what everybody calls me. The man took back his notebook and pen with satisfaction, "So we know each other." ”

Teng Yun glanced at the other party's feet, but couldn't find anything special.

The man walked around to the back of the table, took out a package from underneath, and stuffed it into Teng Yunshen's arms, "This is a new customer gift package." I'll give you something else later...... Follow me. ”

Teng Yunshen followed him back into the flow of people. He looked here and there, and his eyes were dizzying. People were arguing around the picture books, and in many cases, they even talked around a cloud of air. Teng Yunshen believes that they can see what they can't see.

As they walked through the hall, Teng Yunshen noticed that beyond the hall was a square, full of people. Bigfoot turned a corner before the exit, leading him to a more secluded corner, where a slightly narrow passage lay out in front of them. The rough walls are half-concealed by dense pipes, which are exposed to the warm air, dripping water intermittently, and are incompatible with the pretty hall.

Bigfoot touched the back of his head: "It's still being renovated." We've tweaked a few things. He motioned for Teng Yunshen to follow. The passage was much shorter than Teng Yunshen had imagined, but because of the dim light, it seemed as deep as a well. After a few steps, it suddenly became clear in front of me.

Teng Yunshen held his breath, shocked by the endless rows of lockers.

Bigfoot pulled a brass key out of his pocket, and he tossed it out, two thin wings flare out on the keyring. The key hung in front of them with a hula hula.

"I hope you don't go too far. Bigfoot muttered, "I've collected some props, which aren't very special, but they're perfect for newcomers." ”

He shuddered suddenly. "Did you hear that?" he turned back uneasily, "voice ......"

Teng Yunshen heard a sharp voice, as if someone was whistling on the frozen lake.

Big Foot grabbed Teng Yunshen's shoulders and pushed the young wizard towards the nearest locker. Immediately after, a strange sound violently swept through his body. He was frozen into an ice sculpture.