After five minutes of running fast, Angel's height was almost the same as when he was seven or eight years old. However, the shrinkage here does not mean that "the age has become smaller". His body shape is still about the same as when he was an adult.
From a distance, he doesn't look like a child, but more like a halfling, or a slender dwarf.
As Angel's body became smaller, the shrill cries around him became more rampant than before, one after another, like the mourning before a funeral.
The crows, which had only heard its sound but not seen its form before, also flew out. They seemed to understand that Angel could no longer pose a threat to them at this time.
They stood quietly on the branches, with Angel's figure reflected in their turbid yellow eyes, staring at Angel as if they were staring at a dead person.
Angel is just waiting for his size to continue to shrink until he is too small to withstand the crows, and that is when he will die.
Angel knew the viciousness of these crows. He wanted to pick up rocks on the ground and throw them at them countless times along the way, but he endured it. If he didn't hit them, it would only scare the snake, and if he hit them, he might not be able to kill them with one blow.
It will appear incompetent and angry.
Moreover, this place is very close to the target location, and he doesn't want to cause trouble at this time.
Therefore, facing the evil thoughts of the crows, he just moved forward silently, pretending that he did not see these crows.
If the target location brings disappointment... then Angel will consider dealing with these crows, at least before he completely turns into a thumb-man, he must find a way to remove or scare away this group of crows.
While Angel was thinking silently, a low bush appeared in front of him.
Walk through the bushes and walk up to twenty steps to reach the target location.
But when he got here, he still didn't see any "human traces" or possible guidance... Could it be that the spiritual sense deceived him?
Angel pursed his lips and continued to walk forward quickly. He wanted to pass through the bushes as soon as possible to see whether the place blocked by the bushes was hope or despair.
At the moment Angel entered the bushes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something familiar——
This is... a footprint!
Just below the bushes, a pair of clear footprints appeared in front of his eyes.
This pair of footprints is the same size as the footprints we saw before, but they are clearer, and some lines can even be seen vaguely.
Angel did not immediately observe the footprints, but followed the direction in which the footprints came... to the west.
When he saw that it was the west, Angel had a guess in his mind.
Could it be that the owner of this footprint originally wanted to come here? But if you follow the footprints, you will make a detour?
If this is the case, then if Angel had followed this trail, he would have arrived here in the end, but his figure might have become smaller than now? At that time, he would have walked when facing the crows that were surrounding him.
Camp every step of the way.
And now, although he has become smaller, at least the crow has not reached the point of charging directly.
So, the guidance of the spiritual sense is correct?
Is there really a solution to this strange omen ahead?
Thinking of this, Angel's originally anxious mood calmed down a little. He did not rush forward excitedly to confirm, but lowered his body first to check the footprints in front of him.
The footprints I encountered before were very blurry. But the footprints here are relatively clear, and you can see the lines on the soles.
Huh?...Sole? These are not animal footprints, but human footprints?
Angel was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his fingers to touch the lines deep in the prints. The lines were neatly arranged, and the lines on the left and right footprints were symmetrical to each other. They indeed looked like the lines on the soles of shoes, and they might even be from a pair of leather shoes.
Sole?
But this footprint is obviously only the size of a baby's fist. Could it be that this footprint comes from a certain Kulakuka tribesman?
If it is really the footprints of the Kulakuka tribe, it would make sense for Angel's spiritual sense to react. After all, Angel had protected the Kulakuka tribe and had in-depth contact with them, so he was familiar with them.
, it is normal for spiritual senses to "response to each other from a distance".
However, are they really from the Kulakuka tribe?
Angel was not sure, but he knew that the answer lay ahead.
Taking a deep breath, Angel continued to move forward, walking about four or five steps. For the next few meters, Angel was almost half-kneeling as he walked through the bushes.
When he emerged from the bushes, what he saw was still the forest.
However, the ground here is much cleaner, and the footprints on the ground are clearly visible. It seems that these footprints are guiding Angel forward.
Angel walked another ten steps, and when he rounded a big tree blocking the road, he finally saw the target location!
It was a small tree only two meters tall.
But the point is not the tree itself, but a fairy-tale style mailbox standing next to the tree.
Next to the mailbox is a rabbit hole.
"Is this the answer?"
…
Angel walked to the small tree and was about to look through the small mailbox, but before he could open the mailbox, he heard a crisp voice ringing in his ears.
"Only bad people would read other people's mailboxes without the owner's permission."
Angel was stunned for a moment, and the first thing that came to his mind was: Is there anyone else here?
But soon, he discovered something was wrong... Why did this voice sound so familiar?
Angel looked at the source of the sound with confusion.
"Chacha?!" Looking at a white-haired little rabbit jumping out of the rabbit hole, Angel subconsciously called out the other person's name.
However, the white-haired little rabbit raised his head, looked at Angel with his ruby-like eyes, and said righteously: "Please don't have any relationship, I don't know you."
Do you want to have a relationship? Don’t you know me?
Angel was confused. Isn't this rabbit the magical creature he accidentally created through the black hat in Princess Town: Rabbit Chacha?
Angel looked carefully at the rabbit in front of him. In terms of clothing, it was indeed very different from Chacha, the rabbit in Princess Town.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! Rabbit Chacha is a little white rabbit wearing a black felt hat, an exquisite plaid tuxedo, and holding a carrot-shaped cane. But the rabbit in front of him
, although it is also a pure white rabbit, but its clothes are very flashy.
Comparing Angel's current height, the rabbit can reach its chest when it stands up. It wears a hat on its head. The hat is shaped like a teapot, and it is also a colorful teapot. The handle is,
The spout and lid are all available.
And its upper body is also a tuxedo, but it's just as colorful, with the kind of unconstrained color combinations that children use when drawing.
And on its feet, it wears a pair of small leather shoes... To be precise, the leather shoes are not worn on the feet, but on the toes. In other words, the rabbit is always standing on tiptoes.
The style of the little leather shoes is also very fairy tale, with several red teapot buttons on the golden upper, about the same size as a baby's fist.
There is no doubt that the footprints Angel saw along the way should come from this pair of leather shoes.
Although the overall appearance is far different from that of the Great Demon King Chacha. But its body shape, posture, and voice are exactly the same as Chacha's.
But from the look in the other person's eyes at the stranger, Angel was a little suspicious, had he really admitted his mistake?
"Staring at a lady intently is not the behavior a gentleman should do."
Angel: "Aren't you really Chacha? You, don't you have a carrot cane? You can also change people's hats into hats of various shapes."
The white-haired little rabbit stared at Angel, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long while, it whispered: "So you want to ask me for a hat?"
Angel: "Huh?"
When did I say I wanted a hat? Moreover, I said a lot, but your focus is only on the hat?
Angel looked dumbfounded, and just as he was about to explain, the little white-haired rabbit snorted: "I understand now, are you a lost person? You broke into the Teapot Country without knowing anything, and ended up being trapped.
In the Black Tea Forest... Humph, are you afraid that you will become food for those black crows, and then you will find me and want to ask for a hat?"
Angel: Is that so? Why didn’t I know?
After the white-haired little rabbit triumphantly exposed Angel's "true face", he pondered for a moment and said in an arrogant tone: "Since you have gone through so much trouble to find me, and I also have some vague feelings for you.
Familiar, maybe I have seen it somewhere. For the sake of this, I can give you a hat. But you should also know that the shrinkage of the Black Tea Forest is irreversible, right? Even if you put on the hat, it is irreversible. You go back
The human world is still so small, so you have to think clearly."
Although Angel didn't understand the other meaning, he understood that as long as he wore the hat given by this rabbit, he would never become smaller again.
To be continued...