The sin coin rolled down on the grass, and the owl looked at Jenkins suspiciously again, because it took a long time for the human body to crawl twice to pick it up.
Yes, Jenkins didn't throw it to the edge of the bowl on purpose, and his throwing technique needs to be improved.
"According to the rules of sin coins, I think I will pay something in return."
The generous Cthulhu provided 13 Seeds of Blasphemy, and later exchanged 5 for some fertilizer from the flower girl, and the remaining 8 can only be used if they are used.
"Don't step off the trail into the forest."
This is the value of one sin coin.
Jenkins nodded, twisted out another one and threw it over, but unexpectedly the old beggar grabbed it and threw it back.
The crime coin hit Jenkins' boots, and it rolled twice as before before stopping. Jenkins had to bend down to pick it up.
"No, no, I don't want to make any deal with you."
With each sound, the owl's face becomes more rotten. And by the time the whole sentence was over, it had turned into a horrible lump of meat.
The dizziness made Jenkins cover his forehead subconsciously, and he had to remind himself that the person who was talking to him was an unknown aborigine.
Turning around, he walked forward along the gravel road without hesitation, and sharp laughter could still be heard behind him. And until the laughter completely disappeared, nothing unexpected happened in front of Xiaolu.
The whole forest is a big problem, and Jenkins can't feel any breath of life other than plants. The surroundings are really quiet, except for the occasional strong wind, the sound of footsteps is the only accompaniment on the way forward.
The pocket watch showed 4 minutes and 32 seconds of departure, and three small black figures appeared in front of him. When they got closer, they found that they were three little girls with pale complexion, deep sunken eyes and black eye circles. They looked no different from corpses.
Three little girls were sitting around the gravel path. Jenkins stood on tiptoe and looked. Between them were two bright red apples and a silver knife.
"Sir~"
After approaching, the girls turned their heads to greet at the same time, and the girl with her back to Jenkins turned her neck 180 degrees:
"We are in trouble, can you help us?"
The dreaded black eye shadow made Jenkins a little scared, but he had no other choice.
"What kind of trouble are you having?"
"Sir, we only have two apples here, but there are three people. How do we divide them? Each of us wants to get a whole apple, not a cut apple or juice."
The content of what the three people said was exactly the same, but because of the sequence of the time they spoke, it seemed like an echo. Coupled with the immature voice, terrifying face and gloomy surroundings, this is simply a horror story.
"Three children share two apples, and a knife capable of killing people..."
The table knife seemed to remind Jenkins of its function. There was no light source around, but it kept reflecting light from nowhere.
"Sir, can you help us?"
the children asked again.
Jenkins pursed his lips and took a step back and swallowed. He observed carefully just now and discovered an interesting situation—the face of one of the children was exactly the same as a corpse in Room 4.
If this is not a coincidence, then it means that even after death, the ghost realm has not spared the souls of these poor people. The absorbed soul must be useful, if it is not directly crushed to supply energy, then it must be used as a "prop".
Just like the last time in the desert, those corpses buried deep under the sand.
"It's a good thing you like apples."
Jenkins sighed softly, stretching out his right palm upwards.
The black line extended a weird three-dimensional geometric figure above the palm, and then the straight and curved black line gradually became softer. Large swathes of color fill the gaps between those lines, and the shape of the apple gradually takes shape. After three breaths, the glowing red apple landed in Jenkins' palm.
"One by one, children need to eat more to grow taller."
As he spoke, he bent down resisting the psychological discomfort and placed the apple between the children. They laughed happily, made a strange noise like a crow, and then everyone picked up an apple, ignored Jenkins and jumped directly into the forest.
The man bent down to pick up the dropped knife, but a girl jumped back from the bushes to pick it up.
"Oh, you're so stingy."
Although the surrounding scenery has been changing, but because the forest itself is an extremely monotonous place, it seems that nothing has changed after a long time. At 7 minutes and 53 seconds after leaving the old beggar, a figure blocking the way appeared again in front of him.
This time it was a handsome man sitting on the ground with a book in his arms. He was dressed like a rotten aristocrat in ancient times. He looked very energetic with a red jacket and a hat with feathers.
He is also a dead body. Although his face is fine, his hands have no flesh but only bones.
"Oh, young sir, could you do me a favor?"
"sure."
He had no choice, the guy was sitting in the middle of the road.
"I've been looking for some good stories to add to my poetry collection, can you provide some inspiration?"
The tone is polite, and Jenkins would appreciate it if he met someone with such a tone in the material world.
"sure."
Although Jenkins is not good at making up stories, he is very good at copying stories. After fooling around, the young man stood up to thank him, and then disappeared into the forest like the girls just now.
On the ensuing journey, he met an old woman who was thinking about philosophical issues, a little boy who was lost and didn't know how to get home, a fat man who always wanted to fill his stomach, and a charming lady who wanted to find someone to spend the night with.
The first few were fooled by ability and a little wit, but the last one was the hardest to deal with, and Jenkins had to fight her. This undead creature is extremely difficult to kill, and can even survive for a long time after being ignited by the immortal fire. If it wasn't for Jenkins' ability to [Contact Death], he could directly scratch its head, and he would lose his arm.
By this time, Jenkins had almost understood that the point of this treacherous situation was to remove all obstacles on the road. And if his guess is correct, then what awaits him at the end will be the most difficult test.
Continuing on the road, it was estimated that when he was about to reach the exit, there was a clearing in the forest in front of him, and on the clearing was a strange mansion. The path is directly connected to the door of the building. If Jenkins wants to continue walking, he can only check the building unless he enters the forest.