Chapter 1640: Chapter 384 The Thunder that Echoes Behind the Clouds
“The distant return to ho.”
Jiang Yu patted Zhu Si’s head, her expression sowhat complex, and said softly, “You have indeed been far away from ho… and for a long ti. Welco back.”
Zhu Si looked up, made a funny face, and said with a grin, “But no sooner have I caught my breath after returning ho, than I followed you all into a new, dark world. I’m not sure which is farther from ho, this place or Dreamland.”
Just as she finished, she snapped her fingers and corrected herself, “Well… although I’m not out of breath now.”
Another cold joke.
Zheng Qing found it difficult to find the right expression to face this optimistic little witch.
He could only mumble as he continued to analyze the prophecy: “‘The threads of destiny intertwine, all beings return to their place, the starry sky’s return to the starry sky, … the confrontation of adversaries, blood all around,’ it should refer to this battle erupting in the Black Prison, involving wizards, demons, and Outer Gods…”
“Possibly so Black Wizards as well.”
Jiang Yu thought of the letter from ho ntioning the increasingly active Dark Council lately, and imdiately added, “Usually, they hide deeper than mice, but if Buji Island really becos chaotic, they would be the first to co out and cause trouble.”
“Yes, and Black Wizards too.”
Zheng Qing nodded, recalling the six-fingered giant hand he faced in the Sandbox Mini World during last year’s Winter Hunting, which was a Black Wizard.
ntioning Black Wizards, he couldn’t help but think of the owner of the Beta Town Wandering Bar, the tall, thin elder wizard rumored to be a Black Wizard. And then there were Fei Rui and the Rat Immortal, the mice under the school seed to have so restless ideas as well.
“Too chaotic.”
The young wizard was not adept at this kind of ticulous thinking, and these thoughts briefly flashed in his mind before he shook his head and decisively dismissed them.
Now was not the ti to play Conan or Hols.
“You think it’s chaotic because the prophecy given by the gentleman is too vague,” Jiang Yu smiled slightly, patiently explaining, “Many old-school diviners have this habit of not speaking fully to avoid ‘disasters co from the mouth,’ to avoid their prophecies causing disturbances to destiny… However, many wizards who make a living from divination no longer have these taboos, perhaps they have too many debts to worry, too many lice to itch. Do you rember the ti we went to Quanke cos?”
“The ti invited by Professor Garcia?”
Zheng Qing had a deep impression of the school’s only Fishman Language professor. After a mont of recollection, he nodded and said, “Of course, I rember, it was my first ti entering a market started by the Fishn… It was also my first ti seeing Fishn from outside, but they looked more cunning than their kin in Lin Zhong Lake.”
Zheng Qing recalled the small Fishn singing hymns in unison and couldn’t help but smile.
“The totem nad ‘Yagneg,’ was carefree when making prophecies.” While speaking, the first Herbs candle had already burned out. Jiang Yu didn’t imdiately take out a second one but perford magic to confine the smoke left from the remaining embers of the candle: “… Well, these smoke can also obscure our presence, slightly extending the effect of the Herbs candle.”
Zheng Qing took out the pocket watch with one hand and checked the ti.
“Forty-five minutes, less than a half-hour.” He sighed lightly, looking down at the gravel-strewn desolate land beneath his feet, and stomped twice forcefully: “… The environnt of the Black Prison is really too harsh.”
From the start until now, with the help of Armor Horse Charm and other talismans, the group had traveled nearly a hundred miles, but a while ago, after passing a small mountain pass, Zheng Qing looked into the distance, and the light point at the end of the darkness seed to have hardly changed, while the sky and earth, the mountains, and surroundings were all engulfed, the boundless darkness seed even denser than when they started.
This oppressive feeling brought by darkness was also one of the reasons the black cat started singing, and Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu found topics to chat about.
They had to do sothing to resist the invisible pressure brought by darkness.
Using vitality to combat dead silence.
“Crack!!”
“Rumble!”
Suddenly, a ripping sound erupted from behind the thick clouds overhead, followed by endless thunder, rumbling, rumbling, gradually fading away.
Zheng Qing looked up at the pitch-black night sky, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The Black Prison World didn’t seem like a place where it would rain, and he didn’t feel a trace of magical fluctuations from a thunder spell in the air. So what was the reason for the thunder behind the clouds?
Could it be that powerful wizards were fighting behind the clouds?
Or were they experinting with so new terrifying magic?
Jiang Yu might have had a similar confusion, also looking up at the heavy black clouds for quite a while before hesitantly saying, “Do you think… those clouds seem to have gotten a bit lower?”
Zheng Qing rubbed his sore neck and shook his head.
“Can’t tell.”
“I can’t tell either!” Zhu Si tugged on Jiang Yu’s sleeve, her tone a bit anxious: “And then? ‘Yagneg’ made a prophecy for you guys, and then? What else did it say? Was it interesting?”
Previously, the little witch listened with great interest when the two young wizards discussed the prophecy.
But halfway through, Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu’s topic unknowingly shifted, from prophecy to the harsh environnt of the Black Prison, and then to those thunders in the sky.
To be honest, Zhu Si didn’t find thunder particularly fascinating.
In Dreamland, there were thunders that sounded like cow mooing, like roosters crowing, or like a hundred birds greeting the phoenix, did she say anything? Compared to thunder, she preferred listening to the prophecies made by diviners.
Perhaps in her eyes, prophecies, like fairy tales, are just so interesting stories.
“A lot.”
Zheng Qing appeased the little witch, smoothing her hair while furrowing his brows, trying hard to search through mories that seed long ago, and said slowly:
“It said there were evil gazes watching the earth, massive at chunks, many tentacles, and a big mouth dripping with mucus… I guess it was referring to Shub-Niggurath, at least, we have already seen two of His followers.”
“It also said Buji Island was the safest… which I doubt. I was sucked into the Black Prison by a black moon in the safest school on the island.”
“So, the more detailed the prophecy, the greater the possibility of errors.”
Jiang Yu smiled and picked up the conversation: “And profit-oriented divination, even if sowhat accurate, tends to exaggerate to extract more benefits from the seekers of divination. I rember that ‘Yagneg’ claid ‘rivers would dry up, forests would burn, castles couldn’t protect us,’ and so on…”
“But what it said about ‘the White Tower being shattered’ turned out to be true.”
An abrupt voice suddenly sounded by the two young wizards’ ears, startling them.
Zheng Qing turned around quickly and found a fist-sized black cat had sohow perched on his shoulder, lazily licking its paw.
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