"Greya?" When he heard the name, a huge figure appeared in Angel's mind.
Angel shuddered violently and shook away the shadow in his mind.
If Grea is what she calls the "little" sister, then how can he be called the "big" brother?!
Although Angel doesn't really believe it, what if it's really the food wizard - 'King Kong Barbie' Greia? After all, Fairy Tale World is the base camp of Fairy Tale Town, and the Candy House is one of the organizations under Fairy Tale Town.
.It doesn’t seem impossible for Grea to appear here.
However, Angel only heard some time ago that Felicia went to the Radiant Realm to find a prophetic wizard. Did he find Greia so quickly?
With a trace of doubt, Angel simulated Greia's illusion.
With a voluptuous appearance, big purple curly hair, flaming red lips, a small nose, and seductive eye makeup, Greya's facial features are actually very beautiful. But unfortunately, she was too fat, and she was so fat that she had a six-layer chin.
Even if it was just an illusion, Angel felt a compelling sense of seeing the "Great Demon King of Meat Mountain".
"Is she the little sister you call her?" Angel asked, pointing to the illusion of "Greya".
Greya's appearance has a strong sense of evil charm, with purple hair, purple clothes, and heavy makeup, just like the evil stepmother in fairy tales. When the little girl saw it, she was frightened and backed away.
"No, no." The little girl waved her hands repeatedly: "The young lady is very beautiful, only a little taller than me. And she is very thin, not fat at all!"
Angel stroked his chin. According to her description, it seemed that she was not "King Kong Barbie" Greya, maybe she just had the same name.
After removing the illusion, Angel smiled and asked: "I'm leaving soon. Before I leave, can I be lucky enough to know the name of the beautiful girl?"
When the little girl heard that Angel was leaving, she had a disappointed expression on her face. But when she saw Angel treating her solemnly with aristocratic etiquette, she was stunned for a moment and smiled shyly and reservedly.
"My name is..." The little girl pulled up the hem of her dress in return and was about to reply, but just like when he forgot the bird's name before, she got stuck again.
"Brother, I also forgot my name." The little girl lowered her head and said, "I have forgotten many things, even my brother's name."
Angel was startled and realized that the "brother" the little girl mentioned should be referring to the faceless boy in the silk painting.
"If you forget the past memories, don't think about them." Angel thought of the naked mass graves and countless undead, and could roughly guess the humiliation and despair they experienced before they died. If she forgets the past, maybe
It is also a kind of self-protection.
Angel was still a little disappointed when he saw the little girl, and he knew very well that this was an insecurity caused by the lack of self-awareness.
If you are confused about your past, you will also be confused about your future.
Angel thought for a while, "How about I give you a nickname?" The first step in self-identification is self-understanding.
The little girl nodded blankly.
In fact, it is best to give a real name, but Angel does not dare to give others their real names at will. In the unspoken rules of the aristocratic circle, once a name is given, it also preaches that one is responsible for their future. This rule applies to
All slaves and servants and newborn children, because generally speaking, they have no names.
Angel thought for a moment and remembered the single word the little girl had called out when she was stuck: "Huahua, how about I call you Huahua from now on?"
"Huahua." The little girl chanted the name repeatedly, "My name is Huahua?"
"Yes, Huahua."
The little girl suddenly held her head in her hands and kept shaking her head: "My name is Huahua, my name is...ah..."
The sudden change in the little girl made Angel feel a little overwhelmed. After a while, she stopped moving, with tears in her eyes, and her nose sniffed in grievance.
"Don't you like this nickname? I'll change it for you."
The little girl shook her head: "Brother, I seem to have remembered some scenes just now. There is a person whose face I can't see clearly, but I feel very close to him. He also calls me Huahua. I seemed to be really called Huahua before?" After a pause.
, the little girl said firmly: "If I don't change, I will be called Huahua from now on."
I was called Huahua before? What a coincidence? Angel didn’t think much about it and said with a smile: “Okay, Miss Huahua, I’m leaving, you are alone...”
Angel suddenly couldn't speak anymore. He looked a little disappointed at her. Looking at the dark environment, he really couldn't say "You have to be good alone".
Angel thought for a moment, and bursts of magic power surged out of his body.
In her doubtful eyes, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and they came from the dark cave to a warm room. This was a typical girl's boudoir, with pink wallpaper, moving dolls, and...
There are wind chimes that make sounds, mahogany soldiers who can play drums, and music boxes that can sing. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, there are flying catkins, a winding river, and green distant mountains.
"So beautiful!" Huahua looked at the changes in front of her in surprise. She immediately opened the window and looked at the green fantasy outside.
"Can I jump?"
Angel had embarrassment on his face: "Just take a look, but don't go down."
Huahua seemed to guess that this was an illusion, pursed her lips and smiled, and thanked Angel: "Thank you, brother, this place is very beautiful, even more beautiful than the house I lived in."
He always thought that she didn't know that he was dead, but in fact she was more knowledgeable than anyone else.
Angel pointed to the dolls on the ground and the pink fairy tale book on the bookshelf: "These are all touchable. You can read them when you are bored."
Simulating virtual items with a sense of reality is the basis of nightmare.
As for the fairy tale books on the bookshelf, they are all books that Angel himself read when he was a child, so it is not difficult to simulate them.
Huahua thought this place was all an illusion, and had always restrained herself from touching it. But when Angel said she could touch it, her eyes lit up, and she happily picked up a rabbit doll: "Thank you, brother."
He originally wanted to ask how Huahua died, but he finally changed the subject. Others were already unfortunate, so why should he add salt to the wound.
"I'm leaving." Angel left two extremely high-quality magic crystals as the power source of the illusion. In this kind of pure and non-enemy illusion, one magic crystal can be consumed for a long time, let alone two very high-quality magic crystals.
of magic crystal.
"Brother, can I know your name?" Huahua suddenly called Angel.
"Pat, you can call me brother Pat." Angel said, waved his hand and left the cave.
Two magic crystals are not a burden to Angel, who is rich. But if he can exchange two magic crystals for a soul bead, it will be considered a profit. Even if it is just an advance.
After leaving the cave, Angel kept thinking about Huahua.
When he was talking to Huahua just now, he always felt a strange sense of intimacy. It was also this sense of intimacy that made Angel feel a little more pity when facing Huahua.
He had secretly explored it when he was in the cave and didn't feel anything was wrong. Looking back now, he still felt a little strange.
Just when Angel returned to the entrance of the cemetery, a person's face suddenly flashed in his mind.
It’s not Huahua’s ugly face, but a handsome and handsome face, and the owner of the face is Dudolo!
Memories of spending time with Tatolo flooded into my mind.
"Accent!" He remembered! It's the accent!
Huahua's accent was soft and soft, even more immature than other children of the same age. Because of this, he ignored the local accent hidden behind the "cute" childlike voice.
The upturned ending sounds and the spoken way of dealing with certain words are almost exactly the same as Dudolo! No wonder he feels a sense of intimacy!
When Angel heard Dudolo's accent, he felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago. Now, he heard the same accent again.
Angel turned around and entered the cemetery without hesitation.
However, he did not go to the underground cave first, but went to the coffin on the right side of the cemetery where Huahua's remains were.
He had previously focused all his attention on the heart-shaped necklace and did not take a closer look at the skeleton. If Huahua and Dudolo were from the same place, then it is very likely that there would be three more "tail" bones at the tail vertebrae.
.
However, when Angel returned to the coffin and inspected it carefully, he did not find the extra tailbone.
"Could it be that Dotolo's accent is actually that of Pocrates? And Huahua is a descendant of Pocrates?" After all, Dotolo was discovered in Pocrates, but if it was Pocrates' accent, why did he always feel that
Have you ever heard a similar accent a long time ago?
Angel was confused and decided to go back to the cave to ask.
When going to the cemetery on the left, Angel thought for a while and put Huahua's coffin into the bracelet.
Returning to the bottom of the well, Angel placed Huahua's coffin in a corner, then took out the necklace inside and walked into the cave.
Although he brought her coffin to the bottom of the well, he didn't think Huahua would be happy to see her bones. So, just leave it here so that it won't be destroyed and Huahua won't be touched by her bones.
After entering the cave, Angel found Huahua holding a rabbit doll and sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside in a daze.
When Huahua saw Angel, she stood up happily: "Brother Pat! Great, you are back again!"
Angel took out the necklace with the heart-shaped pendant and asked, "Is this yours?"
Huahua looked at the necklace, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yes, this was given to me by my brother..."
Angel handed the necklace to Huahua: "I just passed by and saw this necklace, so I decided to give it to you."
Huahua stretched out her hand to take the necklace. But the necklace passed directly through her fat hand and fell to the ground.
Huahua was stunned, while Angel was embarrassed... He had forgotten that Huahua was a soul, and if he wanted to influence the material world, Huahua's level was not enough.
Huahua scratched her head and said with a shy look: "I was holding the doll just now. It felt so real. I thought I could pick up things...but I didn't expect that I still couldn't. I was already dead. It's normal that I can't pick up things.
"
The items in the fantasy world are themselves virtual. Huahua has a real touch, which is actually due to the confusion effect of the nightmare. She still can't pick up the real things.
Angel picked up the necklace with a little embarrassment: "Then I'll put it on the bedside, so you can see it at any time."
Huahua shook her head: "Brother Pat, this necklace has a hidden compartment. Can you take out the things in the hidden compartment?"
Angel nodded, skillfully took out the silk painting from the secret compartment, and spread it on the table in the illusion.
Huahua looked at the painting on the silk and smiled happily: "Brother Pat, I only need this painting. I want to give this necklace to my brother. Thank you for giving me such a good gift." Huahua pointed.
This fantasy: "I like it very much."
The necklace was not a rare thing, and the material was very ordinary. Angel wanted to refuse it, but seeing Huahua's expectant expression, Angel nodded and accepted it.
"Thank you." Angel accepted the necklace and put it into the corner of the bracelet. Then he asked the purpose of his visit: "Huahua, do you still remember where you lived when you were a child?"