High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1507 - 251: The Person in Yellow Clothes

When the snoring began.

Zheng Qing was asleep, yet he was conscious of the fact that he was not asleep.

His consciousness detached from his heavy body, caught up by a cold wind, slipping through the tiny gaps between the trees, entering the deepest part of the night.

This wind was unusually cold, as though coming from the pitch-black outer space, freezing Zheng Qing’s thoughts solid.

This feeling continued until the chilly wind stopped, and he fell to the ground.

The Warlock moaned quietly, getting up from the pitch-dark lawn.

He looked up.

In front of him was a massive black iron gate.

The gate was incredibly tall and wide, possibly spanning dozens or even hundreds or thousands of miles—it was hard to determine without a clear point of reference; Zheng Qing could only discern that it was colossal. Standing before it, the Young Wizard felt like a speck of dust.

The gate was adorned with many bizarre figures.

There were gaunt strange individuals, their bodies concealed under tattered, broken yellow robes; there were wrinkled monsters, completely black, with sharp claws and tentacles; and there were monks shimmering with light, their green skin wrinkled, faces hidden in the shadows.

But the most numerous were winged creatures with segments and short hair, and crawling creatures covered in bristles and with fins. These creatures, like servants, clustered around the taller figures, giving the whole gate an aura suffused with fervor and faith.

The Warlock was mesmerized by everything on the gate, completely forgetting his own existence.

Until a figure appeared before him.

It wore a long yellow robe, its face hidden behind a soft white mask. Through the mask, Zheng Qing could only see a pair of shining, pupil-less green eyes. Its hands were hidden in its sleeves, with its lower body obscured in a deep black mist, within which Zheng Qing could vaguely see several writhing tentacles.

"Welcome... Wel... come."

The figure in the yellow robe greeted him with a deep, raspy voice, then followed the Warlock’s gaze toward the gate, a hint of pleasure in its tone: "How about it? Do you like it?"

In the deepest part of Zheng Qing’s consciousness, a sprout hidden under a seal, just sprouted with two leaves, began to tremble violently in front of this strange figure, and in an instant, it sprouted a new leaf.

A crack appeared on the seal.

A flash of red crossed the Young Wizard’s eyes, his consciousness suddenly awakening.

"Where is this?!"

He looked around nervously, his gaze finally settling on the figure in the yellow robe. After a moment’s hesitation, he ventured to ask: "Atlas?"

In all of First University, only those from Atlas Academy wear yellow robes.

The yellow robe fluttered without wind, rustling as if the cold winds were laughing.

"It’s been a long... very long time since I’ve heard that name." He spoke in an elongated tone, yet did not refuse to answer the Young Wizard’s question: "To you, this is the entrance to Hell."

"Hell?" Zheng Qing couldn’t help but exclaim, turning to look back at the massive iron gate once again. This time, his gaze contained not only awe but also much more fear.

"The entrance to Hell." The Yellow Robe patiently corrected the Warlock’s slip of the tongue, adding in a raspy, deep voice: "Here, you may find redemption... or you may eternally sink into perdition. Welcome to... Hell."

"Am I dead?"

Zheng Qing muttered, his thoughts somewhat scattered: "No, I’m not, I’m asleep, I’m sleeping in Dreamland... Is this a dream? Can one dream while sleeping in Dreamland? Is this dream connected with Dreamland? ...Or was I eaten by a monster in Dreamland after I fell asleep? Was Zhu Si eaten too? Where is she? Why can’t I see her?"

From beneath the hood of the yellow robe, those pupil-less green eyes watched the bewildered Young Wizard silently, letting him speculate wildly. However, soon, the red in Zheng Qing’s eyes deepened, and his consciousness became clearer.

"No, I’m not dead." He raised his hand, looking at his translucent skin and the crystalline veins, his voice gradually firming: "I don’t feel the slightest breath of Death, nor do I have any reason to come to Hell... My pure life, it doesn’t belong here."

The pupil-less green eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly unprepared to hear such shameless words.

"This is just a dream." Zheng Qing looked at the person in the yellow robe, his certainty suddenly wavering a bit: "This must be a dream... Who are you? What do you want to do? My master is very powerful, you don’t want to trouble yourself."

The yellow robe swayed in the night wind, as if the Yellow-clothed Man was chuckling lightly.

"This is a dream, yet it is not a dream." His voice gradually lost its hoarseness, becoming broad and benevolent, much like the voice of Zheng Qing’s master: "There are no mere dreams in Dreamland... As for who I am? I am just a shadow. I stand here, guiding lost souls."

Zheng Qing anxiously watched the figure enveloped under the yellow robe, his thoughts spinning wildly.

His mind was flooded with stories left by Devils that he had read in the library. In those stories, Devils always had a sneaky demeanour, tricking and startling, and their words were always bland yet frighteningly filled with traps and schemes.

At that moment, Zheng Qing wished he had Xiao Xiao’s brain; he believed that with Xiao Xiao’s prudence and erudition, even when faced with the Devil’s temptations, he could avoid all sorts of traps and schemes.

Under the yellow robe, those pupil-less green eyes shimmered with a faint light.

"How... can I... return?" Zheng Qing asked with difficulty. He was already prepared for this fellow to pull out a yards-long parchment filled with deceitful clauses. freёweɓnovel.com

But he guessed wrong.

Upon hearing his request, the yellow figure silently glided toward that large iron gate, the black mist under Him tumbling like surging tides, pushing Him forward.

A thick tentacle stretched out from the black mist, reaching towards the iron gate, then pulled open a narrow door beneath the gate. On that small door, a huge, octopus-like figure was embossed.

"Through this door," the green eyes under the yellow robe flickered slightly: "...you can take that little girl and leave this world."

Just as expected of a Devil.

Zheng Qing cursed in his heart, but his face remained expressionless: "Isn’t Hell behind that door? Why should I enter Hell myself? How do I know you are not deceiving me? What if I don’t go in?... I can find another way to take her and leave."

Those green eyes gazed deeply at him for a moment, then the figure vanished behind that narrow door.