Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

At this moment, the sound of Xixi Susuo came again.

Mark and Byson were no strangers to this voice. Their hearts were suddenly twisted by some mysterious force, and even wanton jumping became a luxury.

The clear mist around the Elementalist thickened quickly, and the thick mist that suddenly poured out was like a tumultuous wave, hitting the Elementalist on the head.

"Hahaha! Waiting for you!" Two blazing fireballs the size of a basin immediately flew out of the elementist's hand.

The high-heat fireball that kept spiraling screeched and hit the dense fog.

The thick fog that had been tumbling a second ago suddenly stopped. Immediately it dissipated with a bang.

This is not the end, more dense fog swept towards the Elementalist, like a continuous wave.

He blasted three fireballs in a row, but when he was shocked to find that he had no way to stop the opponent, the elementalist panicked. The passive magic protection circle on his robe also released red light at this time, trying to resist the mist invasion.

Unfortunately, the dazzling flames only lasted for less than three breaths, and with a "boo" sound, it was completely submerged in the mist.

The Elementalist screamed and made a pitch-shifting roar no less than a soprano, and rolled and crawled in the opposite direction with a face full of fear in an attempt to escape.

Sorry, it's too late.

It's not that he runs too slowly, it's just that it was a mistake that he was mad to provoke this monster in the mist.

It's no wonder he, a bloody eye means that half of his sanity has long been eroded.

This is the inevitable result.

Less than a second.

In the thick fog around, there were footsteps that were dense like raindrops. If the footsteps were not too clear, maybe Mark would think that it was a spider's chelation.

Obviously not.

In the first few seconds, in the thick fog, the dying cry of the elementalist could be vaguely heard.

After a while, the dying howl disappeared, and all the sounds gradually became lighter.

As the thick fog quickly thinned out, most of it finally disappeared.

Everything returned to silence.

If it weren't for the huge pool of blood and a devoured corpse in the middle of the lounge, one would even wonder if nothing happened just now.

Mark didn't come close, but just glanced at it from a distance: sure enough, the elementalist's legs had disappeared as well.

The stupid girl asked weakly, "What should we do?"

"Continue to the depths of the academy."

It is advance or retreat, the 20 o'clock of the dice has already explained everything.

After entering this weird foggy world, Mark can't say that he has nothing to gain. In his soul vision, there are two more small spots of light.

One was brought by the apology knight apprentice, which was even bigger.

The other one was brought by the elementalist. He got a little closer to the corpse, and the soul left by the elementalist turned into a light spot and flew into the 20-sided dice that Bison couldn't see.

This phenomenon made Mark guess - can the dice help him automatically touch the corpse?

It's a pity that the light spot is still small, unlike the storm power rubbing that I got before, the overall shape is a complete light sphere.

Or a few apprentices who touch the corpse, and they can make up a share.

Another thing Mark noticed: It seems that the monster in the mist can't see them both?

The distance just now cannot be said to be near, and it is definitely not far.

Even if the lights go out when he gets close, with his fairly active soul fire, it's normal to attract monsters.

The monster completely ignored them both.

This is bizarre.

Go through the lounge to another atrium west of the academy. The huge hollow design separates the teaching area and the dormitory area.

In a normal college, there is nothing to talk about here, at least it is clean and tidy, with bright street lights, and a spacious space covered with gorgeous tiles.

At this time, the resting atrium changed greatly, and the outer wall on the north side completely collapsed. A boulder weighing at least 100 tons was stuck on the outer wall of the building between the teaching area and the dormitory area, rudely occupying half of the atrium space.

In front of Mark, there are two choices: one is to turn from the lounge to go deeper into the teaching area, and the other is to go to the dormitory area.

The dormitory area of ​​the Mystery Academy is exclusively for the instructor. If it is inconvenient to leave the school, the instructor will spend the night in the assigned dormitory. Younger lecturers who have no money to buy a house will also live here.

Little Bison said: "There is a stronger [abnormal] reaction from the depths of the teaching area."

"Then let's go to the dormitory first."

"why?"

"Maybe you can find help."

College is so abnormal. There are other colleges, and even senior students from other schools rushed in and didn't say why they haven't seen their tutors since just now.

Normally, tutors are far more powerful than students.

There is no reason why students can survive until now, but none of the stronger teachers have survived.

Bison is a bit stupid, but she is as good as she is: maybe she is afraid and has all kinds of thoughts in her heart, but she will unconditionally obey Mark's orders in her actions. This is very comfortable.

The two walked towards the dormitory area with the kerosene lamp in hand.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the darkness ahead: "Who's where!?"

The next second, something like a spotlight hit the two people with a fairly bright light.

"Wait! We are alive." Mark covered his eyes with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand holding the lantern to show that he was not malicious.

"Let go of your left hand and let me see your eyes."

Under the strong light, their eyes could hardly be opened, and Mark and Bysson tried their best to open their eyelids.

After a few seconds, the other side seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Praise Mystery! Your eyes haven't turned red. Come over here, it's safe here for the time being."

The bright light disappeared.

The two of Mark ran over and saw a man dressed as a guard lighting a kerosene lantern in the gatehouse beside the fence at the door of the dormitory.

"You are..." Mark hesitated.

The man sighed: "The unworthy dormitory janitor Anthony."

Mark noticed that Anthony's other hand was holding a double-barreled shotgun with a golden inscription engraved on the barrel.

The two sides immediately briefly introduced themselves.

Anthony was surprised: "You just entered this ghost place not long ago?"

"Yes, it's about an hour, maybe longer." Mark flashed out a coquettish pocket watch from a certain eldest daughter. The diamonds on it reflected the light of the oil lamp, almost blinding the eyes of others.

Opening the cover, everyone found that the pocket watch stopped.

Mark: "No matter what I do, the pointer doesn't move."

High-priced mechanical pocket watches are fairly reliable most of the time.

The janitor sighed. "We've been here for an unknown number of days. Maybe ten days, maybe months. Time in the dark has no meaning."

"You?" Mark noticed the words the other side described.

"Well, come with me first." Instead of taking Mark into the dormitory area, after entering the fence, he walked to the side instead.

Through a tunnel that was not long enough for two people to run side by side, Mark and the two were surprised to find that the gatekeeper brought them to a small platform on the cliff outside the main school building.

Miss Baison couldn't help but ask, "Won't those fogs disturb this place?"

"Thank you for the magic rune of the dean." Anthony pointed to the top of the tunnel entrance, where there was a magic circle exuding light blue brilliance, and it was engraved on the stone wall: "It was only for wind protection, but it seems that something was added later. . We don't understand the things of the transcendent."

The platform is not too big, only about 50 square meters. There is a row of wooden fences on the edge. If it is a normal situation, it is probably a cliff like an abyss. All that could be seen at this time was a thick, churning fog.

Most of the platform space is occupied by a two-storey wooden house.

The light provided by the kerosene lamp was insufficient, and everything was hazy.

"Squeak" opened the rough wooden door, and Anthony made a 'please' gesture: "I don't know what happened to the academy, at least during this time, the dormitory door and here are safe."

The door opened, and at the same time that the kerosene light on the wall next to the entrance was projected, a woman's voice came out: "Anthony, is that you?"

"It's me, dear." Anthony replied with a smile on his face: "That's Suzy, my wife."

As soon as he turned his head, he shouted into it again: "Guess what I met? Two uncontaminated students."

"Oh, that's great." The woman inside shouted again, "Sorry, guest, I'm cooking, and Anthony will greet you first."

"It's okay. It's our fault to take the liberty to interrupt." Mark replied with a smile.

Anthony let the two of them in. After closing the door, he pointed to the vertical hanger beside the door, and then opened the exaggerated large shoe cabinet built into the wall next to the entrance, revealing two rows of shoes neatly arranged inside.

The lighting was low and it was difficult to see what shoes were inside.

"You two took off your coats and shoes first, I need to sanitize them. Well, you two should understand, we just instinctively prevent any contaminants from entering the home."

"Oh, alright." Little Byson sat subconsciously on the small stool next to the shoe cabinet, and was preparing slippers, when suddenly Mark stopped her.

Mark glanced at the oversized shoe cabinet that could hold at least fifty pairs of shoes, and said without reason, "I can take off the coat. Forget the shoes."

"Why?" Anthony was stunned.

Mark's smile was weird, and he pointed at the stupid girl: "Although it's rude to say it to the lady, I still have to tell Mr. Anthony that you... her feet are smelly."

Little Byson's brain stopped for a second, and then an uncontrollable anger appeared on her face.

This was the worst hack she had ever been in her life.

"I... my feet stink."

Mark insisted the damn thing: "I'm sorry, it really stinks, I'm sick to the point of vomiting. It's just that you can't smell it yourself."

This time, the expressions on Anthony and Byson's faces were equally wonderful.