The brother and sister called him "Dad", a woodcutter with a red face and thick black fingers.
Hearing his daughter's cry, he dressed in silk and satin clothes that did not suit his temperament, and hurried out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon still stained with oil and soup.
The older brother left the table, opened his hands, and staggered toward his father.
His belly had bulged high, and he looked like a deformed tumor bearer.
If the stomach and intestines of a normal person were forcibly stuffed with so much food, they would have been overwhelmed long ago, and the obstruction would rupture.
Seeing his son and daughter suffering like this, the woodcutter was also very upset.
He hugged this and went to appease the other.
It's just that his language organization ability is really insufficient, and it is reversed, that is, "it's okay" and "is it really uncomfortable?".
It's all bullshit.
After holding back for a long time, he only managed to utter two useful sentences.
"Dad will call the doctor tomorrow."
"If the best doctor in town isn't enough, Dad will take you to town."
Hearing this, my sister's spirit was on the verge of collapse.
Her thin, almost leather-wrapped fingers grabbed the tablecloth, tossing all the delicate delicacies and crude game on the table to the ground.
She kicked the ground and let out a high-decibel scream that was about to tear her vocal cords to blood: "I'm going to die!"
"I can't wait for tomorrow! I'm dying!"
Father hugged his brother, and the blood vessels on his face looked like they were about to burst.
This kind of chaos, for a soft-eared man who was provoked and agitated by his later wife, was moved to abandon his two children, it was an accident that was seriously beyond his brain's ability to handle.
The condition of the elder brother is slightly better than that of the younger sister.
He hugged his father's neck, curled up obediently in his arms, his slender legs curled up and pressed against his bulging belly.
He kept swallowing, trying not to look at his father.
His peacock-green eyes were downcast, looking straight at the mud-filled crevice between the floors.
Under the warm light, there was a bit of a dull chill.
Nanzhou and the others temporarily stayed away from this chaotic place.
In terms of their physical condition, their time also cannot afford to be wasted.
Combining their experience through the previous timeline, their goal should be to travel through the various timelines of the fairy tale, looking for a door to leave.
Like when they pushed open the secret door behind the display rack.
Until the real door that lets them go is opened.
After patrolling the back and the back of the house, the sky was completely darkened, and there was only a crescent moon left. The icy and sharp moon hook like a fish hook shattered a corner of the sky, letting the heavy darkness continue to pour out, rendering the sky into a Intense deep black.
Nan Zhou found that the advantage of this game was that their path was very clearly planned.
In the previous timeline, there were only two locations for them to explore.
Candy House, and Osawa.
In this timeline, the vines and trees that blocked the way disappeared, opening up to them three areas to explore.
Candy House, Osawa, Log Cabin.
Behind the wooden house, there are still familiar vines around the trees, blocking their possibility of exploring other areas in depth.
Candy House and Osawa, they've already explored.
Nan Zhou once carefully observed the candy house.
The door that had been opened behind the display rack had disappeared.
In other words, the door leading to the next door is likely to be in the cabin.
However, Nan Zhou looked from the outside to the inside from every window of the cabin, and turned his eyes around the corners, but couldn't find the familiar door handle.
The interior of the log cabin is the most common farmer's house.
Although there are many debris, the area is not very large.
But looking at the objects like this, Nan Zhou still couldn't find a trace of the door in the hut.
Jiang Fang found a tombstone not far behind the door.
They cannot actively create light in such a dark night.
Otherwise, the people in the house could easily find the traces of their three trespassers.
Therefore, Jiang Fang could only roll up his cuffs and use his fingertips to find clues from the tombstone.
An unfamiliar name was engraved on the tomb.
There are only a few characters in "Candy House", and it is not difficult to get a seat.
After the two children return home with the witch's treasure, the stepmother dies of a sudden illness.
This tomb should belong to the stepmother.
The soil on the tomb was soft, and the nicks on the stele still carried stone chips that could not be cleaned.
At first glance, the new tomb and the new monument seem to be nothing out of the ordinary.
Jiang Fang picked up a little soil with his fingertips, brought it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it lightly.
There was a strange smell in the soil.
He rubbed his fingers, ground them finely, and sifted the bits of soil from his fingertips.
In the end, what remained on the tip of his thumb was a dark rust-like mark.
Jiang Fang: "There is blood in the soil."
Nan Zhou grabbed his wrist to check, and further verified: "It's not completely dry yet."
The three gathered at the tomb and had a brief meeting.
Because the hunger was too high, Li Yinhang's nervousness showed weakness: "Has anyone ever dug a grave?"
Nan Zhou: "The question should be, 'whose blood is it'."
... Li Yinhang quite admires Nan Zhou's willingness to speak out to stimulate his spirit in such a state of consumption that he can say a few words less.
So, she also forcibly cheered up from the malaise, and slowly started to think: "The three people in the room are not injured..."
As soon as the words came out, a coldness coiled up from the soil under his feet and stabbed into Li Yinhang's vertebrae.
She incredulously seeks the approval of two people: "...it won't be..."
After guiding her mind to keep up with them, Nan Zhou ignored her and said to Jiang Fang, "Their abnormality is probably directly related to the candy house."
Li Yinhang: "Because they... ate candy from the candy shop?"
"It's not certain yet," Jiang Fang said. "Maybe it's a problem with the candy, or maybe it's a problem with the room itself."
Nanzhou added: "According to the fairy tale, the candy house is not maintained by the witch's magic power. The evidence is that after the witch was boiled to death, the candy house did not disappear. The candy house itself is independent of the witch, even, early It was there before the witches came here."
Jiang Fang agreed with Nan Zhou's opinion: "Now, the only thing that can be determined is the result."
Nan Zhou nodded: "—now, there is no way to fill the stomachs of the pair of children with any food."
"It's not that 'any food' can't fill your stomach, to be precise."
Jiang Fang said: "When its witch is still alive, why not use the candy that can be produced continuously, and have to set traps with bright candy houses to attract people into the house."
The conjecture that sent chills down the spine made Li Yinhang almost unable to squat.
Li Yinhang said in a somber voice: "Those who have eaten candy in the candy house... have been infected by the curse of the candy house. They have to eat human flesh to be able to..."
Then, the new soil of the cemetery, and the blood stains on the surface of the floating soil...
"Didn't we all see it just now?" Nan Zhou said, "My brother is less hungry than my sister."
Jiang Fang: "Maybe it's because he's more stable and patient."
Saying that, Jiang Fang put his hand on the tombstone: "Maybe it's because he... carried everyone behind his back and stole something."
Li Yinhang had already felt that his stomach was very empty. Hearing this, he almost retched out after thinking about it for a while.
She gagged her mouth abruptly and swallowed the sound.
She couldn't help looking at the dark grave and asked in a low voice, "Then how do we...how do we find the door?"
Could it be that the door is under the tombstone
Under the corpse of a... woman that was eaten to pieces
Neither Jiang Fang nor Nan Zhou responded to her question, as if they were leaving her to think.
However, both of them actually had a little guess.
Suddenly, a scream of pain exploded in the cabin, like a sharp knife that provokes a nerve, stabbing the three of them together.
At the fastest speed, they lowered their bodies to the window and looked in—
With just one glance, Li Yinhang's complexion immediately turned pale.
Just now, he was gently leaning against his father's brother, and in a hugging posture, he ripped a bite of fresh meat from his father's neck.
Blood spurted.
The woodcutter's father was not expecting this scene, and screamed in horror and fear, pulling his brother's clothes, trying to rip him off himself.
But the elder brother hugged his face like a worm, and wrapped his arms around his father's neck tightly.
When my sister saw this bloody scene, she was about to scream when her freckled little nose twitched strangely.
… another draw.
Her malachite green eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had smelled the wolf that is the most delicious in the world.
The impact of this hell picture is too explosive.
As soon as Li Yinhang's legs softened, he knelt on the soft soil and lowered his head to cover his mouth. He couldn't bear it any longer and retched.
Adhesive crystal gastric juice kept overflowing from her fingers.
She had been climbing the mountain with "Bronze" in the last dungeon, and had never seen such a scene.
After emptying her stomach juices, she couldn't bear to hear the shrill screams coming from the window, she shrank herself into a ball, blocked her ears, and fixed her eyes on Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou.
If they don't care, they're on their own.
If they want to act bravely, they themselves follow.
Because Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang had seen Zheng Xinghe who had dismantled himself into parts on the snowy mountain, they had been mentally prepared earlier, and their reaction was naturally not as strong as Li Yinhang's.
Fortunately, the house is now in a mess.
The father rolled all over the floor, crying bitterly.
The two little wolves with green eyes only cared about their hunger and the food that was close at hand.
Neither of them had time to deal with the slight commotion outside the window.
Seeing that the other little wolf started to swerve anxiously and greedily beside his father who was rushing left and right like a trapped beast, Nan Zhou's expression froze for a moment, and he picked up a stone from the ground.
Jiang Fang suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Jiang Fang asked him, "What are you going to do?"
Nan Zhou said frankly, "Smash the glass."
Jiang Fang: "And then what?"
Nan Zhou: "Attract them out, and then control them."
Jiang Fang stared at him: "You want to save this woodcutter?"
Nan Zhou also returned a serious look: "Yes."
Jiang Fang squeezed his wrist slightly, "How much power can your light finger chain exert now? Under such light conditions?"
Nan Zhou: "No finger chains, and myself."
Jiang Fang: "Are you sure you want to consume unnecessary physical strength here?"
Nan Zhou: "What is 'unnecessary'?"
Jiang Fang's voice was very low, and he spoke very fast: "Mr. Nan, don't forget, we came against the clock."
"In the last timeline, there is no trace of this father's existence."
"If you saved him, the place we came from would be a paradox."
"Have you ever thought about what if we had to go back?"
"You don't think so."
Nan Zhou turned his head.
There was no blame or anger in his voice, just a calm statement of the truth: "You're thinking, the 'door' might be on the woodcutter."
Li Yinhang firmly blocked his ears and stared blankly at the two who were rarely caught in a dispute.
The voices of the two of them could only be heard by each other, mixed with the screams in the house, she had no idea what they were arguing about.
She could only vaguely see that Nan Zhou was talking about "door".
Obviously, the door that allows them to leave does not exist on the bright side.
Since the door is a non-fixed prop that can be moved in this game, it is very likely to be hidden in some places that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
For example, the two brothers and sisters have bloated stomachs due to hunger.
Like on the woodcutter whose last world line no longer existed.
It's very unlikely that the door is in the tomb, as the stepmother doesn't have much to do with the candy house.
Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that this door is a sin symbol of my brother digging up and eating, but it does exist in the tomb.
They could have dug up the tomb quietly after the three of them made enough noise to verify it.
This also means that they cannot interfere in the tragedy of children eating their fathers.
Once their whereabouts are revealed, the starving siblings will most likely aim their fangs at them.
The most sensible and most appropriate way is to not expose yourself at all, to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, let them self-inflict internal conflicts, and never act on their own.
More importantly, because of starvation, Nan Zhou's physical strength must not be as good as usual.
Facing these two crazily hungry little beasts, Jiang Fang was afraid that he would get hurt, and even more that he watched Nan Zhou go on an adventure, but was powerless because of his ridiculous hunger.
Seeing that he was so stubborn and wanted to get rid of himself, Jiang Fang's heart suddenly rose.
He grabbed Nan Zhou's wrist and slammed it hard.
Jiang Fang blurted out, "Mr. Nan. . . Nan Zhou!"
"Don't get too into the drama, he's just a game character, not a human!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fang bit his tongue.
The smell of blood like rust flooded his taste buds.
When Nan Zhou heard these words, he suddenly became quiet.
… He should have known.
Jiang Fang's judgment was the most ruthless and the most correct.
Now is not the best time to expose yourself.
Exposing yourself will not only lead to attack, but also most likely cut off the way back.
Not to mention the waste of precious physical strength, it will also affect the weak Li Yinhang.
However, for a moment, Nan Zhou and the woodcutter empathized.
Because it is also fighting against an irresistible fate.
Because that unknown judgment will come upon him inexplicably one day.
This reminded Nan Zhou of his past self.
After recognizing the situation, he squatted beside the stiff Jiang Fang and thought calmly that what Brother Fang just said sounded a little familiar.
It seems that, once, Nan Zhou was also somewhere and heard such a sentence.
Where is it? :,