High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1506 - 250: The Way to Leave Dreamland

Baffi’s Brain Awakening Potion can significantly boost the brainpower of the user. It’s a potent stimulant that is a prescription magic potion, which most of the time requires the supervision of a professional therapist to consume.

Soothing agent, a magic potion used to calm the emotions and alleviate anxiety.

Tranquilizer, taken after the mind has suffered a great shock or scare, can soothe the damage and keep one calm.

The Holy Water of Lourdes is hailed as the most powerful healing agent in The Pyrenees region, capable of enhancing the soul power of the user, with effects including purification, healing, and exorcism.

The Owl of the Full Moon, which, when used at night, can accelerate meditation and recovery speed.

Zheng Qing counted out all the usable magic potions from the grey cloth bag and, after a simple analysis of the drug interactions, used them all at once. The effect was very noticeable, and the throbbing pain in his head almost immediately returned to normal under the influence of these magic potions. He even felt he could visualize a charm gun at any moment and then fire off ten or eight Blood Symbol Bullets.

But the side effects were also very apparent.

Just three seconds after these magic potions were gulped down, a strong drowsiness surged up. Zheng Qing didn’t even have time to give Zhu Si a couple of instructions, only muttering ’it’s over’ before his eyes closed, his body fell backward, and he soundly fell asleep.

One second later, clear snoring sounds emerged from beneath the oak tree.

The warlock’s sudden fall and loud snoring scared Zhu Si, even the sneaky gazes in the forest seemed to quietly diminish a bit amidst the abrupt snoring sounds.

The Zu Ge creatures thought this red-robed wizard was praying to their gods—this was a logical assumption for these simple-minded inhabitants of Dreamland—and any prayer is sacred and dangerous, for the Divine Spirits might cast their gaze upon their worshippers amidst the praying voices.

The Zu Ges would never expose their figures under the scrutiny of Divine Spirits.

Zhu Si quickly came to her senses.

"Looks like we can’t leave until daybreak!"

She looked up at the hazy night sky, sighed deeply, tightened the robe around her, then bent down laboriously to support Zheng Qing, helping him lie in the soft mushroom clusters to let him sleep more comfortably.

Afterward, she sat upright next to Zheng Qing, holding a small mirror in her hand, looking around vigilantly. The Mouse Wizard, wearing a Pointed Wizard Hat and holding a matchstick-sized Magic Wand, scurried around the Little Witch, occasionally firing off golden sparks into the air.

Zhu Si planned to help keep watch through the night.

But she neglected one very important thing.

Snoring is contagious.

Zheng Qing’s loud and rhythmic snores, as she listened, made the Little Witch’s eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and soon her head tilted onto Zheng Qing’s stomach, and soft snores began to follow. The Mouse Wizard hid its nose inside the Pointed Hat and also started snoring.

Snoring sounds of all sizes echoed back and forth.

The small mirror, which had been clasped in her palm, exuded a misty clear light, enveloping the two sleeping wizards like a sheer veil.

The clear light spread through the woodland, moistening the mushrooms. A few robust mushrooms bobbed their heads and pulled slender legs and feet out of the humus layer; with their wide mushroom caps, they picked up dry sticks from the ground, like soldiers wielding long spears, and began patrolling vigorously around the two wizards.

The Zu Ge creatures looked at the suddenly ambulatory mushroom folk with more reverence and moved a bit farther away from this magic-enshrouded place.

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The night shrouded the whole world, and from the temple of Wusa city came the melodious prayer.

Those prayers were not classic scriptures recited by priests and believers nor hymns they sang, and neither were they from spinning prayer wheels nor knots being flicked by fingertips. Instead, it was a dense and chaotic symphony of cat meows.

Jiang Yu stood by the temple window, looking out.

As far as the eye could see, on the wide square and crisscross alleys, countless cats of various sizes and colors crouched, their yellow and green eyes forming an ocean imbued with an air of mystery and strangeness.

In circles and rows, the purring of the cats grew from distant to near, mixing with the prayer in the temple of Wusa city, echoing in the heart of every wizard.

Perhaps it was these prayers that caught the attention of the divine spirits.

Perhaps it was just the influence of the cats’ purring.

The restlessness and anxiety in Jiang Yu’s heart slowly dissolved, and his thoughts became somewhat clearer.

Not far behind him, Elder Atar of the temple was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with Zhang Ji Xin leaning on his shoulder, holding a cup in his hand, bursting with laughter, while Xin Fat Man kept taking out bottle after bottle of fine drinks from his watch.

Green Bee, Amber Light, Sea Monster Langmu, butter honey, and even the specialties he had purchased earlier at the market in Wusa city – a group of Zu Ges selling Moonwine, and mushroom wine brewed by a farmer.

Bottles of wine of varying sizes covered the ground.

Beside the bottles there were peanuts, chicken skeletons, and beef jerky on plates.

Xin Fat Man was in charge of providing drinks and snacks, Zhang Ji Xin kept them company eating and drinking, and Xiao Xiao held his black notebook, trying to probe Elder Atar for more secrets.

For example, if Dreamland had made some deals with the demons.

For example, if the temple in Wusa city had special channels to contact their team leader. freewёbnoνel.com

Or for instance, ways to leave Dreamland.

"... Leaving... *hic*... The paths to arrive in Dreamland vary. Some fall from the sky, some crawl out of tree holes, others sail across the endless seas, coming from the other side... But, *hic*, to leave, to leave Dreamland, there are very few methods."

"Either you die, and smuggle yourself back from The Land of Void... *hic*, don’t ask me what The Land of Void is, wizards who don’t know about it can’t leave from there... or you find a new spatial rift, which is even less likely than escaping from the pursuit of Yog Sotot... Of course, you could find Engla... *hic*."

At this point, Elder Atar seemed to realise something, shook his head, blinked his bloodshot eyes, and shifted his focus from chatting to the salted frog legs on the plate: "Mmm, such a rare delicacy... People in Wusa city prefer chicken legs, rarely do they eat this."

"Engla?" Xin Fat Man rummaged through his watch and took out a new bag of frog legs—he didn’t pay attention to the flavor, bringing out a bag of sugared frog legs—and thoughtfully said: "This name sounds a bit familiar."

"I think I’ve heard it somewhere too." Zhang Ji Xin raised his wine glass and clinked it against Old Atar’s cup forcefully: "But that’s not the point!"

He waved his hand with great momentum: "The point is, we’re going to twist that female demon’s head off and kick it around like a ball!"

"Kick it like a ball!" Old Atar smiled and raised his cup of Amber Light, drinking it in one gulp, and then smacked his lips with satisfaction: "... Damn demons, damned world."