Vol 5 Chapter 251: Man in yellow

When the snoring sounds.
Zheng Qing fell asleep, but he clearly knew that he was not asleep.
His consciousness escaped from the heavy body, was engulfed by a blast of cold wind, passed through the small gaps in the forest, and entered the deepest part of the night.
The gust of wind was extremely cold, as if it came from the dark outer space, Zheng Qing felt that his thoughts were frozen.
This feeling continued until the yin wind stopped and he fell to the ground.
The wizard groaned softly and got up from the dark lawn.
He raised his head.
In front of him was a huge black iron gate.
This iron gate is extremely tall, and its length and width cannot be confirmed. It may be tens of miles, or hundreds of miles, or thousands of miles. Because there is no clear reference, Zheng Qing can only judge that it is very huge. Standing in front of it, young The wizard is like a grain of dust.
Many strange images are cast on the iron gate.
There are skinny weird people with bodies hidden under ragged yellow robes; there are wrinkled monsters, black all over with claws and tentacles; there are monks shimmering all over, green skin with wrinkles and faces. Hidden in the shadows.
But the most common are flying creatures with wings, arthropods and short hairs, and crawling creatures covered with wattle skin and fins. These two creatures are like servants, huddled around the taller figures, making the whole iron gate flowed with a breath of enthusiasm and faith.
The wizard looked at everything on the iron gate in fascination, completely forgetting his existence.
Until a figure appeared in front of him.
He was dressed in a yellow robe and his face was hidden behind a soft white mask. Through the mask, Zheng Qing could only see a pair of shiny green eyes without pupils. His hands were hidden under the sleeves of his robe, and his lower body was submerged in a deep black smoke. Zheng Qing vaguely saw several tentacles rolling in the smoke.
"welcome."
The figure in the yellow robe greeted with a low and hoarse voice, and then followed the wizard's line of sight to the gate, with a bit of joy in his tone: "How do you like it?"
In the deepest part of Zheng Qing's consciousness, the green sprout that had just grown two leaves was hidden under the seal, trembling violently in front of this strange figure, and just for an instant, a new leaf grew.
A crack appeared on the seal.
The young wizard's eyes flashed red, and his consciousness suddenly woke up.
"Where is this place?!"
He looked around nervously, his eyes finally falling on the figure in the yellow robe, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked: "Atlas?"
In the entire First University, only Atlas College wears yellow robes.
The yellow robes went without wind, hunting and hunting, as if those cold winds were laughing.
"A long... a long... long time, I haven't heard the name..." He sighed in a long voice, but did not refuse to answer the young wizard's question: "To you, here is the door of hell."
"Hell?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but yelled strangely, then looked back at the huge iron gate again. This time, besides awe, there was a lot of terror in his eyes.
"The door of hell." The yellow-robed man patiently corrected the wizard's mistake, and added with his hoarse and low voice: "Here, you may be redeemed... or you may sink forever. Welcome to ……hell."
"Am I dead?"
Zheng Qing murmured, his thoughts a little messy: "No, no, I am sleeping, I am sleeping in a dreamland... Is this a dreamland? Can I dream in a dreamland? The dreamland here is interlinked with the dreamland. Is it?... Or I was eaten by the monster in the dreamland after I fell asleep? Was Zhu Si also eaten? Where is she? Why can't I see her?"
Under the yellow robe's hood, those pupilsless green eyes looked at the dazed young wizard, without saying a word, letting him speculate. But soon, the red in Zheng Qing's eyes became stronger and stronger, and his consciousness became clearer.
"No, I'm not dead." He raised his hand and looked at the translucent skin and crystal clear blood vessels. His voice gradually became affirmative: "I don't feel a trace of death, and I have no reason to come to hell... Pure life does not belong here."
The pupilless green eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear such brazen words.
"This is just a dream." Zheng Qing looked at the man in the yellow robe, and his confidence was suddenly shaken: "This must be a dream...Who are you? What do you want to do? My husband is very good, don't give it Ask for trouble yourself."
The yellow robe shook in the night wind, and it seemed that the man in yellow was chuckling.
"This is a dream, but it's not a dream." His voice gradually got rid of hoarseness and became generous and kind, just like the voice of Mr. Zheng Qing's impression: "There is no pure dream in the dreamland... As for who am I? I am just a shadow ~EbookFREE.me~ I am standing here, showing the way to the confused soul."
Zheng Qing looked nervously at the figure shrouded in the yellow robe, thinking frantically.
His mind rolled over the stories that had been seen in the library, those demons left behind. In those stories, demons have always been hiding their heads and tails, pretending to be ghosts, and they always say some very common, very empty, but very frightening rhetoric. Their rhetoric is full of various traps and conspiracies.
At this moment, Zheng Qing expects that he will have Xiao Xiao's mind. He believes that with Xiao Xiao's caution and knowledge, he can avoid all kinds of traps and conspiracies even in the face of the devil's bewitching.
Under the yellow robe, those pupilless green eyes gleamed with faint light.
"I...how...can I go back?" Zheng Qing asked very hard. He was ready for the guy in front of him to pull out a piece of parchment tens of feet long, with deceptive terms written on it.
But he guessed wrong.
After hearing his request, the yellow figure floated silently under the big iron gate, and the black mist underneath him rolled, like a surging tide pushing him forward.
A thick antennae protruded from the black mist, stretched out to the iron gate, and then opened a narrow small door under the iron gate. On that little door, there was a huge figure that looked like an octopus.
"Go through this door," under the yellow robe, those green eyes flickered slightly: "...you can take that little girl out of this world."
It really is the devil.
Zheng Qing cursed in his heart, but there was no expression on his face: "Isn't it behind the door? Why should I go to by myself? How do I know you didn't lie to me? What if I don't go in? ... I can think of other ways. Take her away."
Those green eyes took a deep look at him, and the figure was shaken before disappearing behind the narrow door.