Vol 5 Chapter 302: Dialogue in the night

Edamame can't speak, and naturally can't answer Zheng Qing's questions.
Zheng Qing had no choice but to pick up the green pea.
On the steps, a long sigh came from behind the door, like a night breeze blowing over the treetops, shadowy and unrealistic. Zheng Qing picked up the green bean, glanced at the still closed door, and then at the innocent-looking green bean, then turned his head and looked at his companions.
"How?" Zhang Jixin asked impatiently: "Do you know how to go up the mountain?"
Zheng Qing shook his head.
He didn't feel the slightest wave of magic from that green bean.
"Perhaps we should eat it in our stomachs." Fatty Xin's suggestion did not go beyond Zheng Qing's expectations. In fact, young public-sponsored students are also pondering this possibility at this moment.
Jiang Yu raised his hand and stopped this suggestion.
"If you don't want to be full of tentacles and granulation like edamame, don't eat this kind of unknown origin." The witch warned: "Elder Attar reminded us that the owner of this old house is a dark wizard. ."
Zheng Qing hesitated a little and couldn't help but glance at Xiao Xiao.
The fortune-telling master of Yougui was holding his black note at the moment, frowning, as if thinking about some difficult problem.
"What do you think?" Zheng Qing consulted the hunting team's think tank.
Xiao Xiao's eyes were still staring at the black note, her voice seemed to be dreamy, and it seemed a little erratic: "Find that golden bean, and it will take you home."
"What?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, his tail slipped from his waist, and poked the diviner who seemed to be distracted: "Be clear...what do you mean?"
"Go home." Xiao Xiao raised his head, his eyes regained his clarity, and he replied earnestly: "The words that the owner of this old house said before, "Find that golden bean, it will take you home"... He used It’s'going home', not'going up the mountain'."
Including Nikita, several other hunters in the Yougui Hunting Team also immediately noticed the subtle differences.
Except Zhang Jixin.
"Is there any difference?" The red-faced wizard is usually the most impatient of this kind of word game: "After going home, I will go up the mountain... In my opinion, there is not much difference."
"But he is a dark wizard." Jiang Yu shook his head and reminded: "The dark wizard is best at playing with contracts and words, making ghosts in such inconspicuous places."
"What's the difference," Zhang Jixin said silently: "Go home or go up the mountain... Is there any difference for us? Wouldn't it be easier to go home directly."
"It's not easy." Xiao Xiao analyzed patiently: "Because'home' is an extremely broad concept, going home does not necessarily mean taking us back to the first university, it may also allow us to return to our respective dreams... You know, here is Fantasy dreams, each of us has our own dream fragments."
Zhang Jixin opened his eyes wide and stared at the green pea.
For a while, he scratched his head anxiously: "What should I do? The captain didn't find any clues from above...Are we just staring at it in a daze?"
The scene fell silent for a while.
There was no wind near the old house, and Zheng Qing could only hear the whispering and gasping of edamame and the rustling of the vague monsters outside the door digging the grass.
窸窣, 窸簌簌, 窸窣窣, buzzing...
Is someone talking?
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, tilted his ears, raised his hand to signal the others to keep quiet, while concentrating his attention, trying to distinguish the message from the rustling and buzzing--
"Om...Bal...Balsai...buzz..."
"Buzz...Hatiq...Karashan...Buzz..."
"Great...sage...pilgrimage...buzz..."
"Unbelievable...unbelievable...in the night of the lunar eclipse...buzz..."
It seems that many people are whispering in his ears. Although the voice is a bit vague and very unfamiliar, there is a trace of understanding in Zheng Qing's heart. This is an echo of the history of Kela Mountain-because there is a voice in Zheng Qing. Qing was very familiar. It was the voice of the owner of the old house of Ngualla, but compared with the present, his voice was still very clear and single.
The wizard suddenly raised his head and looked at his companions:
"Have you heard?" There was a bit of surprise in his voice.
"What?" Others didn't hear the words Zheng Qing described, they could only hear the more and more frequent ground digging outside the door.
"Someone is talking." Zheng Qing described every word he heard in detail, but because the information was too fragmented, everyone could not understand the meaning.
"Perhaps because of this bean?" Fatty Xin guessed, reaching out to catch the green peas in Zheng Qing's hand, but as soon as his fingers touched the beans, a layer of pattern suddenly appeared on the light blue skin on his body. Feeling surging, several granulation shoots emerged from the fingertips touching the beans.
"Fuck!" The fat man cried out strangely, as if touching a red soldering iron, he quickly retracted his arms, and at the same time took out two bottles of Lourdes holy water from his arms, and poured a bottle of gurgling directly into his stomach~www.mtlnovel. com~ Another bottle filled the fingertips with granulation.
The pale blue granulation melted silently in the holy water.
The cold sweat on Fatty's forehead slowly fell.
The onlookers stepped back two steps, leaving only Zheng Qing, with the green pea between his fingers, like a cocklebur, and his mouth twitched.
"I don't have any strange parts growing on me, right." He asked his companions with a bitter expression in his eyes.
Jiang Yu looked carefully for a moment, and finally replied cautiously: "At least from the outside, everything is normal...Can you still hear those whispers?"
The wizard tried to calm down, listened carefully, and nodded.
"Then you put down the beans and listen again."
Zheng Qing immediately threw the hot stuff into the cauldron. The cyan beans collided with the pitch-black pottery wall, making a deep puff.
Then he held his breath again and listened.
This time, there is no echo from the depths of the mountain.
The facts seem to be somewhat clear. This bean containing starry sky pollution can indeed enable young wizards to obtain information through certain channels.
"You just guessed that the sound you heard is the echo of history in the Kela Mountain." Xiao Xiao helped his glasses and pushed this guess forward: "Then have you tried to talk to it?"
"Dialogue?" Zheng Qing didn't think it was a wise choice to shout aimlessly into the depths of the mountain.
"Just like a radio, you can receive all kinds of signals when you turn on the power," the fortune-telling master explained patiently. For this reason, he also chose a metaphor that made Zheng Qing easier to understand: "But if you want To listen to what you want to hear, you must tune it to the appropriate frequency... In this way, you hold the beans tightly, clear your thoughts, and concentrate on the thought "I want to go up the mountain" in your mind."
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