Chapter 383: Reminiscing About the Prophecy

"There was such a boy,

A strange boy who can turn into a cat.

One day, he lost his shadow.

They told him,

The shadow went far, far away,

Across continents and oceans,

Beyond the stars and the future,

Very far, very far away..."

Under the desolate night, a black cat sauntered forward with its tail raised, singing a song.

There are five light balls of different sizes surrounding its head. The smallest one is no bigger than the mouth of a bowl, not far from the black cat's head; the largest one is several feet in diameter and hundreds of meters above the ground, like a ball being picked off by someone. Falling stars.

These large and small light balls floated in mid-air, circling along their own orbits, scattering silvery white light all over the ground, illuminating the black cat's surroundings for miles.

The black cat picks and chooses within these few miles, choosing an appropriate path.

The old lich walked a few hundred meters in front of the black cat with a sad face, serving as its guide. If the old lich knew that he would be thrown out as bait and pathfinder after providing advice to Zheng Qing, he would definitely shut his mouth early.

But when it woke up, it was already too late, and there was no regret medicine for sale in the world - not even in the wizarding world, let alone this desolate black prison.

As for the remaining members of the adventure team.

Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Zhu Si were just a few miles away behind the black cat, rubbing against the edge of the range covered by the light of the '咒比小星'. Jiang Yu held a Baicao candle in her hand, and Zheng Qing held a talisman gun in his arms vigilantly. On the left and right, Zhu Si climbed on Jiang Yu's back for a while, and lay on Zheng Qing's shoulders for a while, replacing the burned armor and horse talismans for the two of them from time to time.

With Baicao Zhu's wizard aura hiding several people, the aura of an alien god emanating from the talisman gun, and the black cat and old lich in front of him under the starlight acting as bait, Zheng Qing had every reason to believe that he was relatively safe now.

But as the saying goes, ‘be prepared for danger in times of peace’.

Especially in the dark world, the so-called safety is nothing more than a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror, a bubble that bursts at the touch of a touch. This made Zheng Qing more cautious and worried, and even spoke a lot less.

Jiang Yu, perhaps out of a girl's reserve, was also very quiet; Zhu Si was alone and used to being quiet.

Due to various factors, the rear team composed of these three people was not as lively as the front team of one cat and one demon.

Zheng Qing listened to the sparse singing voice coming from the night wind and looked at the black cat jumping between the jagged rocks. He couldn't help but think of the yellow tabby cat in Sanyou Bookstore.

Maybe the black cat can become good friends with the yellow tabby cat.

Thinking of the yellow raccoon dog, Zheng Qing thought of Mr. Wu.

Then he thought of the few small cooking classes that Mr. Wu had taught him this semester, the huge standing mirror that connected to the dreamland, and the thrilling trip to the dreamland not long ago. The young wizard couldn't help but glance at the man holding his arms. Zhu Si on Jiang Yu’s arm.

Sensing the boy's gaze, the little witch glanced at him doubtfully, with a sweet smile on her face.

Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly and he turned to look at Jiang Yu.

"What day is it today?"

He asked nonchalantly.

The witch glanced at him and pondered for a few seconds before replying: "Saturday."

"It's Saturday."

Zheng Qing sighed deeply: "Theoretically, we just went to the school museum last night...but it feels like it was half a lifetime ago."

"Although time is the most commonly used measure for wizards, it does not mean that wizards will be shackles of the linearity of time." The witch comforted softly: "When magic research reaches a certain stage, time and matter will become a concept... Just like we don't care about the boundary between ice and fire, wizards' observation of time will gradually become blurred."

The wizard nodded thoughtfully, deeply convinced.

But that's not what he wanted to discuss.

"If I remember correctly," Zheng Qing coughed lightly, skipped the difficult philosophical discussion just now, and told the witch what he had just remembered: "There are two Mays this year...the first one in early June. This weekend is the second May of this year.”

"Leap month." Jiang Yu replied immediately, paused, and then asked: "Is there any problem?"

"Sir once told me a prophecy."

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the witch: "My husband told me that on the first weekend of early June, the second May, the threads of fate intertwine, all living beings return to their places, the stars return to the stars, and those who have gone away return to their hometown. Hostile face to face, filled with blood."

After saying that, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart and he felt much lighter.

It was quiet.

Apart from the distant black cat howling at the top of its lungs, only the faint rustling of the two people could be heard as they walked.

A few moments.

The witch tilted her head and glanced at him: "Is it over?"

"that's it."

Zheng Qing curled his lips, glanced at the dead wilderness around him, and asked softly: "What do you think?"

"Sir is a very powerful wizard, so the prophecies he gave are certainly not without purpose."

Jiang Yu did not answer Zheng Qing's question directly, but immediately grasped the most critical part of the prophecy: "But it sounds like this prophecy is more like a reminder or a warning, rather than asking you to resist your fate. I'm a little curious, Why was this prediction made? This is very important.”

Zheng Qing rubbed the talisman gun in his arms, recalled for a moment, and then replied in a low voice:

"It was the first time I passed through that magic mirror, entered the mirror world, and met Zhu Si."

Hearing her name, the little witch raised her head and revealed a hint of memory: "Well... that was a long, long time ago, I can't even remember it clearly."

There was no blame in her tone, but Zheng Qing would rather be beaten by Fatty.

An ugly smile appeared on his face. After a while, he spoke again, but his voice sounded like toothpaste that was about to be used up. He squeezed it out with all his strength: "...At that time, I hoped that sir could help bring Zhu Si out, but sir It’s not yet time.”

"Old men are always timid when facing fate. It's not your fault."

Zhu Si stood on tiptoes, patted Zheng Qing's shoulder, and said comfortingly like a little adult: "I didn't listen to them at first, and sneaked into the mirror... Then I was hung up and beaten by that little bitch of fate, and my head was beaten. I was bleeding, dizzy, and almost lost myself.”

She seemed to find her analogy very funny and laughed twice.

The laughter spread far into the night, and even the singing black cat in front couldn't help but look back at them.

Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling that the tip of his nose was a little sore.

The more open-minded the little witch appears, the heavier his guilt - if he had chosen to take the risk earlier, Zhu Si might have been able to leave the mirror world completely.

Instead of being like now, leaving only an obsession between ghost and shadow.