Zheng Qing had many conjectures about the scene under the white mist.

For example, below is the boiling sea of oil, in the middle of which stands peaks made of sharp blades, in which mutilated souls cry and cripple corpses climb the peaks, and pieces of flesh are cut off. It's like a real hell.

For example, there is a huge labyrinth below, with a hideous Sphinx squatting at the entrance of the labyrinth, and all kinds of monsters wandering in the labyrinth, and every step he takes requires great effort.

But when he walked down the steps, through the fog, and saw a barren black meadow, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The sight before him was very similar to the world he saw before he walked through the narrow door.

The same black grass, the same silence and desolation.

The difference was that at the end of the meadow, in the distance, stood a tall bronze door, similar to the black iron door he had seen before, but even from a great distance, he could clearly distinguish the material of the new door, which was completely different from the black iron door.

There is an essential difference between the savage aura rising from the bronze gate and the solemnity of the black iron gate.

That touch of cyan is particularly dazzling in this dark and swarthy world.

The young wizard couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he was a little suspicious that there might be a silver, gold, or even diamond door behind the bronze door—did he want to go down door by door and drain his life in this inexplicable world?

With this bad thought, Zheng Qing hung the talisman gun in his hand around his waist, and then took out a few pieces of talisman paper from the gray cloth bag.

One slippery cloud charm and two armor horse charms.

He tried to shout 'edamame' twice into the air, and waited for a long time, but he never waited for the gray figure.

The wizard smiled self-deprecatingly, and replaced the slippery cloud talisman with a cloud climbing talisman.

Then, with the sound of 'sudden' clouds, he slowly walked towards the bronze door at the end of the black grass in the extreme distance, holding the talisman spear.

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Deep in the museum of the city of Usa.

The small but lively drinking party between the young wizard from the First University and the Grand Elder of Attar from the temple was drawing to a close.

The old man drank with pleasure, his face was red, and his eyes were bright.

Several witches also drank to their heart's content, and Zhang Jixin's robe had long since been taken off, tied around his waist, and tied out strange knots—this was the outfit he had worn to help him drink and dance.

Fat Xin cried with a sad expression, his blue face revealed a little gray, he covered his watch, and muttered over and over again, 'No, really no', 'A bottle, no, not a drop'.

Xiao Xiao's notebook was already densely filled with the secrets of the dream realm.

Jiang Yu stood in front of the window from beginning to end, away from the noisy and chaotic world. Edamame crouched on the windowsill in front of her, her front legs intertwined, her head resting on it, as if she was asleep, only the gray fluttering figures that popped out of the void from time to time told the witch that it was still trying to find Zheng Qing's traces.

This is also the reason why the witch can stand patiently in front of the window.

If the dogs who can travel through time and space can't find Zheng Qing's traces, then even if she runs outside all night, she won't gain anything.

The Evening Prayer has long since ended.

Those cats of all colors scattered in the streets and alleys disappeared into the night again, and only a few were still patrolling the streets, as if they wanted to find a lonely ancestor to fight for tooth sacrifices.

The witch sighed softly.

Suddenly, the edamame who was squatting on the windowsill suddenly raised his head, pricked up his ears, and looked out the window.

"Found it?" Jiang Yu suddenly cheered up, and the pair of white cat ears in his hair also stood up.

Edamame looked left and right suspiciously, and whispered uncertainly.

"Didn't find it?" the white cat's ears collapsed again.

"It's saying, it's not sure. A hoarse voice rang out at the witch's feet.

Jiang Yu lowered his head, it was the hairless old cat who claimed to be a temple attendant and was on crutches.

"To find is to find, not to find is not to find, not sure what it means. The witch pulled her hair together with some annoyance, and cut a few strands of hair hanging from the cat's ears: "...... It's useless to not even find your own master. ”

Edamame bent down and grinned at her, wagging his tail flatteringly.

This well-behaved made the witch's frustration unable to continue to vent.

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The old cat's ugly voice sounded again.

"The biggest difference between the dream world and the real world is the barrier. With a slight tap of the wooden staff in its hand on the ground, it leaped and landed lightly on the windowsill, sitting cross-legged on the belly of the edamame.

Edamame flicked his tail, glanced back at the old cat, opened his mouth, and finally didn't 'meow' out.

Jiang Yuping looked at the huge pitch-black pupils in the old cat's amber eyes, and asked puzzledly, "...... What does this have to do with finding someone?"

"If the real world is a gem stored in a safe with alarms and guards outside, then the dream is a jewel left on the street. The old cat made a very popular analogy:

"Any existence can reach out to that pearl...... There are even many beings that inhabit this pearl. It's just that because there are too many hands stretched out to the pearl, no hand can dominate this pearl. ”

"Starry sky?" the witch slightly grasped the meaning behind the old cat's words, and said thoughtfully, "You mean to say that our captain went to the realm of a certain being that originated from the starry sky?"

The old cat did not directly answer her guess, but continued to analyze: "If I am not mistaken, this little guy has a hint of Mhisha's breath on him...... The Tyndaros also have branches in the Dream Realm, and their other abilities are not necessarily great, but their instincts to track and kill are admirable. Even the descendants of Mhisha cannot trace traces, and there must be forces that can resist Mhisha. ”

"In the Dreamland, there are only a handful of such areas. ”

Jiang Yu raised his head and glanced at the sky.

The stars are shining, twinkling with varying frequencies in the flowing, colorful night, as if the eyes are staring at the land.

She couldn't help but sigh for the third time.

"It's too much," the white cat's ears lay completely in his hair, looking weak: "There are so many stars, how do we know which one he is hiding on?"

"So, the best option is to wait. The old cat held the wooden cane, raised his chin, and the whiskers at the corners of his mouth shook very steadily: "Waiting is the most commendable virtue that transcends the world, races and ideas...... The good news is that you can't find him, and the demons can't find him, so for now, he won't be eaten by the demons. ”

The witch rolled her eyes inwardly.

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