You have to go from the trail.
Dong Linhai hesitated for a moment, then he looked at the two strangely-shaped guards, then looked at the castle that looked very close at the end of the forest, made up his mind, and said, "I'll lead them away, Quer, follow the clown. "
The clown must lead the way to find the queen's location. Now, the clown is more important than him.
Wang Que subconsciously reached out and grabbed him. She also knew that the clown was an indispensable figure for now, but is she going to part with Linhai now
"Don't worry, just lead them away, there won't be any danger, trust me." Dong Linhai held her hand, he glanced at the clown, and quickly kissed Wang Que's face, saying, "go quickly."
Wang Que nodded and said, "Be careful."
"You too." Dong Linhai touched the wrist guards of both hands, turning the metal into a dagger. He took a deep breath and ran towards the two guards.
The guards quickly discovered Dong Linhai, the uninvited guest. They shouted to stop Dong Linhai, and when they found that he was ignoring the warning and trying to break through the defense line and enter the forest, they immediately launched an attack. The black-clothed fat ball spit out black smoke and rushed towards Linhai, while the white-clothed fat ball took a deep breath, his whole body swelled up, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a really round ball, crushing it towards Dong Linhai!
The two guards temporarily left the entrance of the trail for a distance, and they were no longer guarded so strictly. The clown and Wang Que took the opportunity to rush over. The black-clothed fat ball guard found the two and immediately turned around to chase after them, but the two had successfully run in. forest.
Wang Que ran all the way behind the clown. The path was very narrow. The branches and bushes hanging down on both sides could scratch the skin if he was not careful. After running for about two kilometers, he made sure to throw the guards away. The clown finally gradually slowed down.
After three years of training, Wang Que's physical strength is no longer comparable to that of the weak girl at the beginning, but she was slightly panting. She adjusted her breathing and heartbeat, and asked, "How much further does it take?"
"It's almost time." Before the words fell, Wang Que heard the gurgling sound of water, and the clown picked up the branches that were blocked in front of him and got out. The forest was temporarily blocked, and a small stream lay across the road ahead.
[Most of the fifth grid is water.]
The stream was swift, and there were a lot of gray flocs in the clear water, drifting into the distance along the current, making the stream look less clean all of a sudden.
Wang Que asked, "What is this?"
"They are 'desperate', born from pilgrims in various boxes, collected and floated all the way here along the current, into the back garden of God, and become the nourishment for the queen to survive."
These... are despair
Wang Que was a little surprised. It was clearly an emotion in people's heart, so how could it become a specific form
"How are we going to get there?"
"Go over." The clown said, "The river will reach between your thighs, but you must be careful. If you are touched by despair, you will immediately feel that emotion, and you must not be swallowed by emotion."
"it is good."
The clown took the lead. He walked very steadily. Although he was huge, he was surprisingly agile. It only took less than half a minute to cross the five-meter-wide creek. It still touched him, and the moment it touched it, it fell into the clown's body.
Despair should have infected him, but the clown's figure was not disturbed at all, and his steps were still firm and steady, stepping on the smooth stones at the bottom of the river to the other side.
When Wang Que looked around, he was also ready to step into the water, the stream was cold, as if carrying the spirit of melting snow-capped mountains. She tried to avoid the gray flocs as carefully as possible, and at the same time, pay attention to her feet. The bottom of the river is too slippery to be washed all the year round, and with the rapid current, it is easy to wash people down.
When she took a step forward, a mass of ashes was quickly rushed over, hitting Wang Que's waist, and an unprecedented despair swept her in an instant.
She seemed to see the raging flames, burning into a black human figure, struggling, screaming, roaring, wailing in pain, he jumped, waving his limbs, as if offering a soul-burning death dance to the supreme existence .
But no matter how hard he struggled, the flames stuck to his body like maggots on his tarsus, until it burned him to ashes and fell silently to the ground.
What a deep despair it was.
Wang Que couldn't breathe in her chest, as if pain and despair really existed in her heart, and the figure of the clown on the other side seemed to be unreal. She had experienced this feeling firsthand. The day of the snow bug.
At that time, her despair also turned into these flocs, which were brought all the way to the queen's back garden by the flowing water, and became the nourishment for her survival
Wang Que felt unspeakable anger, she bit the tip of her tongue hard, and the pain brought her a moment of clarity. Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Que took a big step to the other side of the stream, grabbed the clown's outstretched hand, and was pulled by him. go up.
"Are you ok?"
"fine."
Wang Que's performance didn't make the clown worry too much. Compared with the last time we met, this girl has made a lot of progress. The two squeezed the water in their trousers a little and proceeded down the path again.
Not long after walking, the tip of Wang Que's ears suddenly moved, and the little insects living in the forest conveyed some information to her. There is a group of... What is approaching
The clown also realized the rapidly approaching crisis, stopped and whispered: "Not good!"
Through the eyes of a beetle, Wang Que saw a figure passing by quickly - it was a red paper man!
Paper figurines that are burned as offerings to the deceased when they die! It was wearing a bright red shroud, its pale face was painted with gorgeous and heavy makeup, and its face was stiff, like a lonely soul of a dead person who was unwilling to leave, revealing a terrifying hideousness.
Afterwards, more and more paper figurines passed by the scarabs, black, red and white. They were slender and extremely thin, and they could easily be lifted up by the wind and flew towards where they were. Come!
"We were discovered." The clown quickly said, "Assassination Corps, this is the Queen's hidden card."
[The sixth grid is the territory of the short fat man.]
"What should I do? Looking for a place to hide?" The paper people of the Assassination Corps were getting closer and closer, and many birds in the distance were disturbed and flew into the sky. Is it going to end here
"No, I hold them, and you keep going. Follow this road to the end, and there is the Queen's castle, where she will be waiting for pilgrims, turning all hope back, so be quick."
The clown took out an axe out of nowhere. The axe looked a little old. Although the axe had been cut very brightly, there were still old scratches on the handle. He solemnly handed the axe to Wang Que with both hands and said, "Be sure to take it well, this is a weapon that can really kill the queen."
Wang Que took it with both hands, she held the handle of the axe, and her appearance was reflected on the bright surface of the axe. Wang Que looked at him incomprehensibly, and the clown smiled at her: "You need to go on your own for the road ahead."
The smile under the exaggerated red lips seemed a bit bitter and guilty, and it also contained Wang Que's indescribable warmth. At that time, she didn't understand what the clown's smile represented, just nodded and said firmly: "I will, please believe it. I."
The sound of the paper figurines walking through the forest could be heard faintly in his ears, and the clown ran to meet them without hesitation, leaving the only path, and his figure was quickly drowned in the forest.
Back then, as a remnant of the Red Queen, he was sniped by the Assassination Corps for three whole months. He fled from the palace to the memory corridor, passed through the loss of rejuvenation, walked through most of the pure white land, and was finally killed by the circus on a rainy night. Long save.
Doctor Strange stitched up his fatal wound with crude stitches, leaving a centipede-like scar that is still clearly visible to this day.
The black figure suddenly passed in front of his eyes, bringing the breath of death, the clown stopped abruptly, and his two knives were held tightly by him, just like the crescent moon that shattered the temporary horizon in a bloody night.
Paper figurines fell silently around him one after another, surrounding him tightly.
There was a sneer on the clown's lips, the blood, pain and shame of the year, he has always kept in his heart and never forgotten.
Now, he's about to get his revenge.
When the first black paper figurine slashed at him, the clown moved too. His speed was so fast that the afterimages brought by the two crescent scimitars were like the afterglow of the moonlight, blocking everything in front of him. , all cut off!
He used to be the strongest slayer!
The man in white robe held books in both hands and wandered between doors after door. This labyrinth intertwined by illusions and the power of space is almost endless. Rao, as a prophecy book, "The Mystery of Worms" is also difficult to find. Find the exit in a short time.
But it's not in a hurry.
It has already solved the woman with the spirit of words, and the doctor who is favored by the goddess of fate and misfortune at the same time is unlikely to be Tang Ji's opponent. The remaining two children are not to be afraid of. The man who destroyed Kether must also suffer from it. Heavy damage, as for Cui Zuojing Victor, who has time and physical strength, it will be handed over to the Queen.
The figure of Corberus appeared ghostly from a door behind him, and before the white-robed man had time to turn around, the Persian machete slid across his neck accurately and cut off his head.
The head with a white turban rolled on the ground, but no blood spurted out. The headless man turned around in the direction of Corberus. The head on the ground stopped rolling, and then returned the same way and flew back. On the smooth neck of the man in the white robe!
At this moment, Kerberos finally saw that on the page spread out by the man in the white robe, only one line was written:
[Immortal body]
not good! He immediately retreated back to the door, and the man in the white robe opened the door where Corberus had appeared, only to find that there was an endless void outside.
"The Mystery of Worms" was not in a hurry. He retreated and continued to slowly find a way out. Anyway, the current "he" could not be killed.
Kerberos passed through several doors one after another, temporarily pulling the distance from "The Worm Mystery". The sound of the flute echoed faintly in his ears, guiding him in the direction.
He remembered Fu Zhe's advice to "never touch that book". Since the man holding the book cannot be killed, he needs to separate the book from the person without touching the book.
What should we do
It was very simple, so simple that it only took Corberus less than a second to figure out the method.
Wouldn't it be better to cut off his hand