The night breeze blows the corners of the robe to hunt.

The gentleman's robe seemed to have become extraordinarily wide, obscuring the eyes of the young scholar. Zheng Qing followed behind Mr. and stumbled a few steps, feeling that he had just walked out of the hall of the Gini hut not far before he felt the sound of the wind in his ears stop abruptly.

The corners of the robe that had been fluttering up in front of him also fell back.

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and the words that he had planned to complain unconsciously swallowed back into his stomach - he dared to pack the ticket, and Mr. had already taken him out of Phuket.

Because the boy remembers clearly, it is the middle of the night on Phuket Island.

In front of us, there is a new world full of vitality and red sun. Inches of young green grass squeezed every corner of Zheng Qing's vision, and there were a few mouthfuls of clear spring water and a few low shrubs between the grass. The goose-yellow flowers bloom shyly in the sun, like a little daughter-in-law hiding behind the threshold.

"Where is this?" the boy asked subconsciously.

"Some new world. The gentleman replied indifferently, as if it were as simple as ordinary people saying, 'I drank soy milk for breakfast'.

Zheng Qing's mouth opened and did not make a sound, then closed it again, tried several times, like a fish in a rut, struggled for a long time, and then asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can I still come here?"

The voice was full of doubt and intense unconfidence.

"Magic is about making the impossible possible. The gentleman is always patient with the questions of the students: "As far as I am concerned, yes, it is not difficult to come here...... For you, this is the privilege of being an 'exception'. ”

"Exception?" Zheng Qing immediately woke up to the 'forbidden spell' in his body - according to what Mr. said before, the existence of forbidden spells is the existence of breaking rules, and it is the biggest exception in the world.

With this confidence, he was finally able to adjust his mood and take a serious look at his surroundings.

The grass spread out into the distance at the feet of the two men, and at the end of the grass stood a black castle. White windmills, red buffaloes, and tall green-skinned natives create a harmonious idyllic scene.

Although the skin color of those natives is slightly different, their appearance is the same as that of ordinary wizards. Looking at the tools they used, Zheng Qing judged that this was a place in an agrarian society.

"It's beautiful. The young wizard took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the leisurely breath that was free in the air into his stomach: "...... When I get old, I will also find such a place, where Morningside is desolate and returns with the moon and lotus. ”

The gentleman glanced at him.

"Farm work is never as poetic as Tao Yuanliang said, it is very hard work. As he commented, the gentleman grabbed the boy as he wanted to walk to the castle and pressed one hand on his shoulder.

"At all times," he repeats emphatically, "a qualified trailblazer is to follow the strictest safety guidelines at all times in the New World...... Learn to see things for what they are through phenomena. ”

Essence?

Zheng Qing blinked suspiciously, trying to look at the surrounding scenery - looking at the mountains or mountains, the water or water, the ancient castle was as quiet as before, and the farmers were as leisurely as ever.

"What the eye sees is not necessarily the truth. The gentleman reminded, "Close your eyes and use your heart to perceive the world." ”

Zheng Qing honestly closed his eyes.

It was pitch black.

Then he heard Mr. sigh, and then he felt a little cool wetness on his eyelids, as if Mr. had smeared a layer of water or wind oil essence or something on it.

After a few moments, the darkness in the field of vision faded, turning to purplish, peach, yellow, and finally pale.

The verdant pastoral world in front of me has become a pale, dead world.

The tender grass under his feet is a haphazard pile of hairs, the bubbling spring is bleeding red water, the bushes are a landscape of white bones haphazardly, and the black castle has not changed, it is still the same gloomy.

The demon wind is gusting, and the ghost wind is blowing.

The peasants who were shuttling through the fields were all deformed, lacking eyes, ears, and noses, and their bodies were covered with terrible tumors.

The boy gasped, subconsciously took a step back, and opened his eyes.

In front of him was a green and vibrant world, and a small pale yellow flower a few steps away from him was still nodding gently in the breeze, and it was a little playful in its beauty.

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again.

The little yellow flower had turned into a hideous resentful head, and it was opening its greedy mouth and trying to reach out to the boy, the corners of which were dripping suspiciously cloudy saliva.

Zheng Qing tried to stand on tiptoe, trying to reduce the area of contact with the world.

The gentleman stood beside him, but his voice seemed to come from a very distant place, which was particularly ethereal: "...... Unlike the mild world of the table, the bottom of this world is very unfriendly to outsiders. The melons and fruits that the natives can eat are highly poisonous to the shamans, the grass that the natives trample on at will is a deadly rope for the sorcerers, and the sweet spring that the natives drink is like aqua regia to the sorcerers...... At the root of it, it lies in a city. ”

"A 'city of resistance' that exists deeper than this world, somewhere in this world. ”

"You haven't seen it deep enough...... Calm down and imagine that your brain is a radio, a cauldron lid that can receive an infinite amount of information...... Don't try to analyze any information you receive, just concentrate on receiving it. ”

"As long as you look enough and deep enough, you can see the nature of the world. ”

Zheng Qing closed his eyes, trying to block out the pale and terrifying pictures outside, and muttered words like 'I am an antenna of Mo feelings' and 'I am a pot lid'.

Soon, an endless stream of information poured into his head from all directions, as if a thousand birds were arguing wildly in his ears, and countless broken, distorted images squeezed into his eye sockets, making his eyes swell.

Zheng Qing suspected that if this state continued for a few more seconds, his eyeballs would be squeezed by the swarming images.

At that moment, a crisp voice sounded in his heart, like the sound of glass breaking and ice exploding. In the light and darkness in front of him, the world built by the white bone skeleton and the deformed monster disappeared from Zheng Qing's eyes.

A huge 'aquarium' appeared in front of him.

With his back to Zheng Qing, the gentleman was standing in front of the transparent water tank, tilting his head and looking at it seriously.

The boy looked fixedly, there were no fish or aquatic plants swimming in the aquarium, but a gray-white brain floating, like a weightless tombstone, with the water waves slightly undulating, dozens of slender cables extending from the brain, connecting to the deeper part of the tank.

"Which city is this?"

Zheng Qing's voice seemed to sound in an empty square, and it seemed extremely thin and weak: "An aquarium?"

"Not one. The gentleman corrected, motioning for the boy to look farther away.

Zheng Qing took a step back and raised his head.

Up, down, left, right.

As far as the eye can see, countless 'aquariums' are neatly arranged in this space, and countless brains are floating in the turbid liquid, like tombstones, standing between life and death.