A strong wind blew across the ground, and dust mixed with dead leaves flew towards them, making their eyes itchy.
The most powerful supermodel in history quickly withdrew his gaze, as if he had not seen anything. He raised his hand unnaturally and rubbed his eyes, and his throat, which was dry due to the wind, made a harsh sound: "
Little Red Riding Hood's home is at the other end of the forest, let's hurry there..."
The fat man twisted his neck stiffly and nodded without objection.
The two of them quickly raised their feet and continued walking forward.
The curved moon hung high above the head, as if it had not moved for a long time. The curved arc was like a grinning mouth, mocking the people below.
The sound of wind was passing through the forest, and the sound of "whistle" was coming from above the head in the darkness, as if someone was clapping and applauding.
It's like a comic stage play is being staged here.
Some people were grinning and others were clapping their hands.
Only the characters inside can truly feel the malice that goes deep into their bones.
At this time, there are only three characters here.
A weak fat man.
A weak supermodel may not be a real supermodel.
There was also a Cinderella, hiding among the lush leaves, with one eye exposed, staring at the two of them.
The two fat men wrapped their wolfskins tightly around their bodies, almost covering their entire bodies, as if this was all they could do to block the malicious sight that was following them closely.
It seems that we can only find Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother first...
The fat man was thinking as he walked quickly through the forest. Little Red Riding Hood's residence was still far away from them.
Is there no other way?
Could it be that they can only be monitored by Cinderella and do things according to her will?
The cold wind in the dark night made the fat man's head very clear. His mind was spinning rapidly as he walked forward, but he could not think of any other way.
We can only take one step at a time...
Having said that, the mission is to escape from the fairy tale city. Although they have no clue now, maybe they can look for clues on the way to Little Red Riding Hood's house?
Maybe there is a way to leave the fairy tale city in the forest?
Although they still don't know how big the fairy tale city is.
At this time, although it was midnight, there were still people coming and going on the streets of the royal city.
The lights in the shops on the street have been turned on, and the transparent glass windows are shining brightly. The freshly baked pastries inside reveal an attractive color, and a little strawberry jam flows out from inside, although it cannot be seen through the window.
You can smell it, but when you look at the crisp pastry, you can imagine the aroma of the warm food.
At this time, a little girl was lying eagerly in front of the window, staring at the cakes that looked like they were just baked.
The little girl's left arm was holding a basket. It seemed that she couldn't afford the cloth to cover the basket, so she had to leave the goods inside exposed.
There were only three boxes of matches inside.
A box of golden matches.
A box of silver matches.
There is also a box of matches that look no different from ordinary matches.
It seems she didn't sell any of them.
There was a piece of cloth placed at the bottom of the basket, as if to prevent the few boxes of matches from falling through the gaps below.
Her clothes were ragged, and even a piece of cloth had been rubbed off her knees. She was dirty, and her ragged steps would sway when the wind blew by.
Also moving along with the rag was the little girl. Every time a gust of wind blew through her, she would shrink for a while, but her eyes never left the display window, as if the fragrant pastries behind the cold glass could bring her joy. It feels like warmth.
People were coming and going nearby.
The lady with her chin held high held the dog in her arms, walked to a cake shop nearby, and then came out again with her head held high.
A man whose leather shoes were so polished they could almost reflect light came to the door of a restaurant.
The two doormen eagerly bent down to open the door, repeating what they had done to the previous guest, their movements flawless, as if they were just two robots specializing in opening doors.
No one seemed to notice the little girl in rags.
At this time, a man who was incompatible with the atmosphere of other people on the street suddenly appeared.
She wore a plaid skirt that was inconvenient for movement, her hair was hung loosely behind her, and a pair of flat women's leather shoes made a squeaking sound when she stepped on the blue brick floor.
Her dress is a bit special.
A little different from other people on the street.
Because this is a player.
Some people looked at her curiously, but they were only a few people. Most people didn't pay much attention to the strangely dressed woman who appeared on the street. They were still working on their own affairs seriously.
007 looked at the people coming and going on the street and breathed a sigh of relief.
Even at nightfall, she was still wandering in the forest.
As soon as she entered the dungeon, she was placed in a forest and couldn't get out no matter what. Players could freeze to death in the dungeon. Her friend tried this.
The temperature tonight is not very ideal. Wearing a plaid skirt outside will definitely freeze you to death.
But not long after the sky completely darkened, she saw a small wooden house in the distance, a small wooden house in the forest.
A warm light shines from the windows of the wooden house. Although I have concerns, the first premise is to ensure that I don't freeze to death.
She had no choice but to slowly approach the wooden house in the forest.
007 was very careful and did not directly ask if there was anyone inside. Instead, he cleverly put his ear to the door panel to listen to what was going on inside.
Of course she heard something amazing.
Female screams, male screams one after another, and... the sound of chainsaws?
007 made a quick decision and ran in the opposite direction before his legs even had time to weaken.
Fortunately, she was quite lucky, which allowed her to run all the way to the town.
But something strange is that she just saw a group of people at the junction of the forest and the village. There is nothing strange about this group of people, but this group of people are all wearing the same clothes. 007 did not take a closer look and ran directly here.
And what's in front of me is...
The little match girl?
"Sister." At this time, the little girl in front of the window seemed to have noticed 007 next to her, and had turned her head to look at her carefully.
007 remembers that this mission is to escape from the fairy tale city.
But how to escape and what they should do, she had no idea at all.
Maybe they are asked to help the NPC in the game and get clues?
The little red riding hood in front of me should be considered an important NPC, right?
While thinking about it, 007 bent down slightly and smiled: "Do you need help with anything? Little sister."
This kid is less than 007's waist and looks only seven or eight years old.
007 seems to like children very much, and even reached out and took the opportunity to rub the little girl's head twice while talking.
The little girl obviously didn't expect that her head would be treated like this. She couldn't help but blush, and then said softly: "Sister, do you want to buy a box of matches? Maybe you can see what you want in the light of the matches.
oh."
As she spoke, she raised the basket in her hand very hard, as if she wanted the guests to see clearly what was in the basket.
Seeing what you want...isn't that how to complete the dungeon mission?
Unfortunately, although 007 wants to complete this task, she is poor and has no money.
Not to mention the currency in this dungeon, there are only a few game coins. Her mortality rate in the dungeon is not high, so she doesn’t drop much. However, game coins are really not enough to spend, at least for a short time.
Can't come down.
As if reading her thoughts, the little girl stood on tiptoe slightly, and then whispered: "Sister, there is a forest near here. You can go there to pick up some dead branches and sell them back. If you are lucky, you can also pick up some other trees."
s things……"
Is this considered a task assigned by the NPC?
007 straightened up. Although there might be scary things in that forest, she still had to go. She couldn't give up the mission just because there was a scary thing there.
She squeezed her head, feeling a headache, and then turned to look in the direction she was running from.
She remembered that there seemed to be some dead branches at the junction of the forest and the village over there.
It’s really not cost-effective to have to pick up dead branches to sell in order to buy matches...
007 turned back and smiled at the little girl: "Wait here for a moment, I will come back after I get the money."
At this time, the little girl suddenly took a step forward and grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Please wait a moment."
As she spoke, she pulled out the piece of cloth from under her basket.
007 then saw clearly that it was not a piece of cloth, but a tattered top.
"The villagers over there don't like outsiders coming to their place to pick up things, and they all wear the same clothes. Sister, if you put this on, they won't recognize you as an outsider."
The little girl looked up at 007 and smiled brightly.
007 hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes and put them on. When she came from the forest, she did see many people wearing such clothes.
The little girl was right.
After putting on his clothes, 007 nodded to the girl carrying the basket, and then left in the direction he came from.
The little girl still stood there, keeping the bright smile on her face, which did not change at all, until 007's back disappeared into the darkness.
In a cake shop not far away, Chu Changge was wearing a clerk's uniform, staring closely at 007's leaving figure through the glass window.
The sconce on the wall cast a soft light, illuminating the nostrils of the lady at the counter.
At this time, the lady was raising her chin high, opening and closing her mouth and saying to Chu Changge: "Give me a donut."
This is the third time this lady has come tonight.
There were several people behind the counter wearing identical uniforms, all employees of this cake shop.
They were busy at this time, and their hands were not idle for a moment. Thanks to them, the cakes on the counter were full.
Chu Changge glanced at the people around him and did not move.
The lady in front of me was still looking at the person with her nose: "Bring me a donut."
Thanks to the wall lamp, the nose hairs in the lady’s nostrils were clearly visible, which made me feel a little nauseous.
Chu Changge didn't care about this.
He pushed up his glasses, stood behind the cabinet and took off his uniform.
The few people next to me didn't react at all.
Chu Changge paused again, then pushed open the counter door and stepped out.
Still no response.
Only Ms. Nostrils held her head high and repeated motionlessly: "Give me a donut."
The lights in the cake shop are very bright, but it makes people feel a bit cool inexplicably.
Chu Changge did not stay long, but strode towards the door, then opened the door and walked farther and farther along the street until he completely merged with the night and his back disappeared.
The customers in the store continued to repeat the previous sentence.
At this time, 007 has arrived at the junction of the forest and the village.
Although there were dead branches here, there were not many. It took her a long time to pick up a few.
"A little cold..."
After picking it up for a while, 007 rested in a tent nearby.
I don’t know why, but there are many large and small tents in this place. Some are very old, while others seem to have been built not long ago. Although they are not as good as houses to keep out the cold, they can always withstand the cold wind.
.
Just after she sat in the tent and rested for a while, she suddenly saw a white figure walking out of the woods and walking in one direction.
Midnight, white shadows, woods.
The combination of these elements looks like the elements of a horror movie. This is a horror copy, so it is not surprising that there are such elements.
However, 007 soon discovered that the white shadow was not a horror element, but a person.
A person who appears to be a doctor.
I saw his white coat flying slightly in the wind, and he was carrying a big guitar behind him.
Like a doctor who is unwilling to give up his hobby.
I have to say that the doctor wearing a white coat and appearing on such an occasion in the middle of the night is really eye-catching.
But what 007 is thinking about is not the issue of infiltrating people or not.
"Could it be another player with such a strange outfit?" She bit her lip.
The instance starts with eight players.
But she has never met anyone now, and of course she can't let go of the person in front of her who is very likely to be a player.
007 was thinking as he quickly got out of the tent, stood up and wanted to catch up.
However, the white shadow disappeared too quickly and was gone in just an instant.
If she hadn't seen it clearly, she would have thought that a ghost just floated past her.
007 sat down on the warm ground where he sat: "Forget it... I run really fast..."
At this time, a doctor greeted him on the bustling street of the royal city.
Gu Mian carried the chainsaw behind her back and looked around the bustling street.
There are a variety of storefronts on both sides of the street, including clothing stores, cake shops, beverage shops, pastry shops and restaurants.
Bright lights shine through the glass showcases, brightly lit, and the busy streets are illuminated as brightly as daytime.
Of course, the most common ones are the vendors wandering the streets.
There are many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the sidewalk, but they all look a little shabby and don't even look up when someone passes by.
Gu Mian took a general look at what they were selling...
It’s really strange. Even if you’re buying something, why are everyone selling almost the same thing?
