Someone once said: The deepest darkness will disappear because of the faintest ray of light.

Standing outside the endless darkness, although Zheng Qing realized the terribleness of darkness, he could not experience the suffocating breath under the terribleness until he walked in the darkness.

One mile, five miles.

Thirty miles, sixty miles.

One hundred miles, two hundred miles, three hundred miles...

At the end of the darkness, the light spot that was used as a road sign by Zheng Qing and others not only did not become larger and clearer with the distance, but instead dimmed for a while, and turned from a milky white light spot to a dark red.

It was like a supernova, after the extreme sublimation, the wreckage was slowly burning.

This made Zheng Qing not doubt whether they were really moving in the right direction and in a straight line.

But under the night of the Black Prison World, except for that light spot, the group had no other means to identify the direction. Whether it was the spell or the compass, they could only roughly point out the powerful confusion spells around the Black Prison Castle, interfering with all the actions that tried to position their direction with magic.

Four hundred miles, eight hundred miles.

One thousand miles, two thousand miles, three thousand miles...

The progress in the dark seemed to be endless. The black cat no longer sang, and its upright tail also hanged down softly behind it, like a water snake whose bones were removed.

Zhu Si was also tired of the same boring environment around him and began to lie on Zheng Qing's back and take a nap.

However, Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu always seem to find some topics.

From the prophecy of the old fishman in Quanke's come to his daily interests and hobbies; from Zheng Qing's study and life experience in Baiding's world, to Jiang Yu's growth in the magic world; from the name of the dog raised by Uncle Verne, the old patrolman before Linzhong Lake (May), to the author of the simple drawings behind the teaching building (may); then there are five ways to draw the meditation tales, the taboos and tricks when chanting the Heart Sutra, the key points of the final review, etc.

From time to time, the witch would take out a few sweet magic drinks from her handbag to moisten the throats of the two of them. Zheng Qing would also take out the snacks she had prepared for Zhu Si from the gray cloth bag - some of them had been consumed in the dreamland, but there was still some leftover.

Two young wizards, you say something, I say something, wandering in the endless darkness.

Although I didn't talk endlessly, I never stopped, so that this small adventure team would always maintain a trace of vitality and vitality, fighting against the dead aura around me that seemed to have no end.

The candles of the hundred herbs have been used up long ago.

In fact, after walking more than two thousand miles, the young wizards realized that their preparations were a little redundant and there was no need to hide their breath.

Just as the old lich said before departure.

Any prisoners who have become a little climate in the Black Prison have been summoned and detained by the big demons to attack the Black Prison Castle. Most of the people left behind are little demons with little prospects.

Most of these little demons had a strong resistance to light. They saw the five "small stars" floating in the air and avoided them early.

There is no harm in the little demon who is brave enough to rush into the starlight. To deal with these little demons, there is no need for the black cat to take action. The old lich who is responsible for acting as bait has solved most of the troubles.

Speaking of this journey, there is another interesting thing.

About a thousand kilometers away from the starting point, the group passed by a field filled with a breath of dead silence. Compared with the silence in other places in the Black Prison, the dead silence in this area seemed a bit "fresh".

Just like a region where no grass grows, the desolation on the Gobi Desert is particularly in line with the world that nurtured it, and the desolate nature; while the mountains and grasslands that were ravaged by the fire are numb but there is a trace of vitality in the silence, desolate and unnatural.

In Jiang Yu's words, the silence of this area lacks a "historical heaviness". You can even feel a trace of magical fluctuations remaining between heaven and earth, as if two powerful wizards had just fought here a decisive battle not long ago.

Zheng Qing held the talisman gun, alert to his left and right, and did not agree with the speculation of the witch.

Because of the residual magic fluctuations, the team temporarily stopped moving forward, and the Black Cat summoned the wider "Moonlight Bright" to completely illuminate the wasteland.

As far as I could see, there was a scene of ashes. There was no larger stone, no dead tree, no demon, or even a slightly abrupt hill in the flat wilderness. The entire wasteland seemed to be smoothed by a giant with his palm, and the ground was covered with black ashes.

Zheng Qing's eyes twitched slightly, and the talisman gun held in his arms quietly lowered the muzzle.

Jiang Yu also frowned, her nose wings slightly twitched. She was confused and found that this deadly area gave people a familiar sense of déjà vu, as if she had ever been in contact with it.

The black cat stood up and walked back from the front. The old lich hunched over and humbly embellished not far behind the black cat.

"You did it?" The black cat glared at Zheng Qing bluntly.

A trace of surprise appeared on Jiang Yu's face.

Zheng Qing turned his face awkwardly - when the "Moonlight Blazing" rose, he clearly felt that the remaining magic power in this area had an inexplicable interaction with his talisman gun. It was related to the fact that he had fired randomly in the air when he entered the black prison. He suddenly realized that this "fresh" dead silence was caused by himself.

After the talisman bullet disappeared into the night, Zheng Qing was worried that it would cause any trouble, but considering that the black prison was the same as the prisoners, he finally put this concern behind him.

I never thought I would see my ‘masterpiece’ again here.

"Good luck," the young public servant laughed dryly, and the muzzle of the talisman gun in his hand became lower and lower: "I was worried before that I was accidentally shot and killed a wizard guarding the black prison... I could finally breathe a sigh of relief."

The black cat tilted his head and stared at the boy.

“It’s very interesting?”

The black cat's dark face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of annoyance: "You are now like a three-year-old child, carrying a knife made of too platinum, walking carelessly in the downtown... Every time you shoot, it will attract those coveted gazes in the market; every time you shoot, there is a possibility of being scratched... Do you still find it interesting?"

Zheng Qing lowered his eyebrows and accepted the lessons of his shadow honestly.

This made the black cat feel like he was grabbing the cotton with one claw.

"Since there is nothing unusual, let's continue on the road,"
Chapter completed!