High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 1662 - 406 Missing

Chapter 1662: Chapter 406 Missing

In the Black Prison World, what is most lacking is light.

The most dangerous thing is also light.

An unfathomable abyss with cold winds swirling at the entrance; lava that can scorch everything, with cracks in the earth and steam emerging before it erupts; and prisoners who plunder each other’s flesh, encountering each other unexpectedly in the darkness, both perilous and fortuitous.

Only light, when it blooms in the darkness, will bring the deepest death.

Of course, with the outbreak of war between wizards and demons, thunder roared in the night, a white rainbow streaked across the sky, and the Black Prison Castle became a brilliant pearl. Now, in the Black Prison, light seems no longer the most dangerous existence.

But the threat from light has not decreased because the amount of light has increased.

On the contrary, because the sources of light have increased, confusing many dangerous sources of light, this threat has become increasingly unpredictable.

Perhaps because most of their time in the Black Prison is spent under illumination, Zheng Qing and the others do not fully recognize the inherent dangers of the Black Prison. Thus, when a group passed by a patch of dead trees and saw a few mosses flickering with enchanting fluorescence under the ’Little Star’, their first reaction was joy, not vigilance.

"There are actually plants in the Black Prison." Zheng Qing poked a piece of moss at the base of a tree with a dead branch used for navigation, full of emotion: "At the top of the mountains, there are snow lotuses; at the bottom of the abyss, there are flowers of the other shore. In extreme situations, life always manifests its most stubborn brilliance, and the Black Prison World is no exception."

The black cat looked at the young scholarship student, with an expression of distaste.

It never considered itself to have a poet’s talent.

Jiang Yu bent down, put on silkworm-skin gloves, and skillfully took out a silver knife, tweezers, slides, and a box full of dense runes from her bag, collecting a sample of moss.

"I am sure that there has never been a paper published on native plants of the Black Prison in the school’s database," the witch stood up, energetically waved her fist: "This will definitely earn me full marks for the practical part next semester!"

The black cat swatted the box out of the witch’s hand and spat a few mouthfuls at her hand: "Provided you survive until next semester... Has anyone emphasized the dangers of the Black Prison to you? Plants in the Black Prison, especially those that glow, do not represent vitality, but plague and death."

The witch was merely excited at the hunt and not head-over-heels about the next semester’s practical scores. After the black cat knocked away her tools, she immediately reacted.

She took off her silkworm-skin gloves, wiped her hands with the black cat’s saliva, and then deftly found a bottle of Lourdes Holy Water to purify negative effects, a soothing agent of moonstone powder and sneezing grass pulp to reduce black magic erosion, and applied snake oil on her hands. This ancient potion is multipurpose in antidote and exorcism. When a wizard cannot accurately identify toxicity, using snake oil is the most prudent choice.

Zheng Qing also busied himself, rummaging through the grey cloth bag to find some talismans for exorcism and toxin expulsion, burning them into talisman water for the witch to ingest.

Throughout the process, the black cat watched coldly, mocking the two from time to time; the earrings and nose rings squatted honestly nearby, holding the totem sticks to guard; Zhu Si leaned on the left head of the double-headed Minotaur, holding a feather pen, drawing seriously on its huge horn.

Only when everything was handled properly did the warlock awaken to investigate responsibility.

"Where’s Old Tuoer?" He looked around angrily, searching for the figure of the guide old witch demon: "It should have warned us beforehand... Where is it?"

As far as the eye can see, all is silent, apart from those twisted, dried dead trees, there are only steep rocks standing silently under the faint starlight, silently observing these unexpected guests.

The old witch demon has disappeared.

The black cat snorted lightly.

"Clearly, our guide has other plans." It sat at the junction of the Minotaur’s double heads, overlooking the two young wizards staring at each other, heavy with sarcasm:

"If you treat this trip to the Black Prison as a leisure or excursion, you do not need a guide; if you regard this trip as an adventure, you should be sufficiently wary of guides who join halfway... Haven’t these been taught in your school’s practical courses?"

Zheng Qing felt the long-lost heat on his face.

Luckily, the light in the Black Prison was dim, and others might not notice his blush.

"Let’s leave here first." He mumbled, signaling the earrings and nose rings to stand up, while holding the charm gun, he was the first to walk towards the edge of the dead forest.

Jiang Yu opened the law book and followed closely behind.

The double-headed Minotaur marched last to hold the line, its heavy breathing and footsteps effectively relieved the nervousness of the two young wizards.

Thirty minutes later, Zheng Qing stopped, the safety of the charm gun in his hand already open. Jiang Yu stood by his side, the law book emitting a faint light, making her face appear even paler.

The Minotaur continued silently following behind the two, but the black cat perched between its heads had vanished.

"Confirm no one got lost." Zheng Qing whispered, vigilantly watching the surroundings.

Jiang Yu nodded slightly, her fingertip flicking between the book pages: "’Fixed In The Middle’ shows we have been advancing in a fixed direction... and we all wore leaves of the Mystical Grain, not trapped in an illusory world."

Zheng Qing glanced at the magic leaf tied to his wrist with a red string, feeling increasingly anxious. They did not lose direction nor fall into an illusory world, but in this small dead tree forest for over half an hour without exiting, and many locations gave him a strong sense of deja vu, as if he had been there before.

"Where did that black cat die!" The warlock stopped, looking around, his voice carried a trace of agitation.

About ten minutes ago, the black cat jumped down from the Minotaur’s head, saying it seemed to see the shadow of the old witch demon, it was going to catch it, telling the two young wizards to go ahead, it would return shortly.

Unexpectedly, it did not return.

"Just ten minutes, don’t worry." Jiang Yu grabbed the warlock’s arm, squeezed it tightly and gently advised.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the unease rising inside.

"Did you notice that it’s a bit too quiet around?" His head tilted towards Jiang Yu, lips moved slightly, his voice low, yet exceptionally clear in this dead tree forest: "Even the wind seems to instinctively avoid this place."

The witch nodded silently, but suddenly remembered something, she grabbed the warlock’s arm: "Wind? Unless magic passes through, there shouldn’t be wind in the Black Prison... Why did you think of the wind?"

Zheng Qing suddenly realized: "Does this area magnify the negative emotions in our hearts, disrupting our thoughts?"