Forces of Temptation

The brother and sister called him "Dad", a woodcutter with a red face and thick black fingers.

Brother left the table, opened his hands, and staggered towards his father.

His belly had bulged high and looked like a deformed tumor bearer.

Seeing his son and daughter suffering like this, the woodcutter was also upset.

He hugged this one and went to appease the other.

It's just that his language organization ability is not enough, and it is reversed, that is, "it's okay" and "is it really uncomfortable".

It's all bullshit.

It took him a long time to say two useful sentences.

"Dad will call the doctor tomorrow."

"If the best doctor in town is not enough, Daddy will take you to town."

Hearing this, my sister's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Her slender, almost leather-wrapped fingers grabbed the tablecloth, tossing the delicate delicacies and crude game on the table to the ground.

She kicked and looked at the ground, and made a high-decibel scream like tearing her vocal cords to bleed: "I'm going to die!"

"I can't wait for tomorrow! I'm dying!"

My father hugged and looked at his brother, the blood vessels on his face swelled and looked like they were about to burst.

This kind of chaos, for a soft-eared man who was provoked by his later wife and moved to abandon his two children, is an accident that seriously exceeds the processing capacity of his brain's CPU.

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 were curled up and pressed against his bulging belly.

He swallowed and looked at the water, trying not to look at his father.

His malachite green eyes looked down, looking straight at the gaps between the floors filled with mud.

Under the warm light, see through 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 can't be wasted either.

Combining their experience through the previous timeline, their goal should be to shuttle through the various timelines of the fairy tale, looking for a door to leave.

Like they pushed open the secret door behind the display rack.

Until the real door that lets them go is opened.

After patrolling the back of the house, the sky was completely dark, and only a crescent moon remained. It kept pouring out, rendering the sky a deep black.

Nanzhou found that the advantage of this game is that their path is very clearly planned.

In the previous timeline, there were only two places for them to explore.

Candy House, and Osawa.

In this timeline, the vines and trees in the way disappeared, opening up to them three areas to explore.

Candy House, Daze, Cabin.

Behind the wooden house, there are still familiar vines around the tree, blocking them from exploring the possibility of other areas.

Candy House and Ozawa, they have explored.

Nanzhou once carefully observed the candy house.

The door that opened behind the display rack has 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 could not find the familiar door handle.

The interior of the cabin is the most common farmer's house.

Although there are many sundries, the area is not very large.

But looking at the same objects, Nan Zhou still could not 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, people in the house could easily spot the traces of their three intruders.

Therefore, Jiang Fang can only roll up his sleeves and use his fingertips to find clues from the tombstone.

An unfamiliar name is engraved on the tomb.

There are only a few characters in "Candy House", and it is not difficult to get the right seat.

After the two children brought home the witch's treasure, the stepmother died of a sudden illness.

This tomb should belong to the stepmother.

The soil on the tomb was soft, and the nicks on the stele also showed stone chips that could not be cleaned.

The new tomb and the new monument seem to be nothing out of the ordinary at first glance.

Jiang Fang picked up a little soil with his fingertips, brought it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it lightly.

There is a strange smell in the soil.

Finally, 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 grave and had a brief meeting.

Because the hunger is too high, Li Yinhang's nervousness is completely weak: "Has someone 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 less and less.

So, she also forcibly cheered up from the malaise, and slowly began 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 looks for the approval of two people in disbelief: "...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 most likely directly related to the candy house."

Li Yinhang: "Because they... ate the candy from the candy house?"

"It's not certain." Jiang Fang said, "Maybe it's a problem with the candy, 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 Other than witches, it even existed long before witches came here."

Jiang Fang agrees with Nan Zhou's opinion: "Now, the only thing that can be determined is the result."

Nan Zhou nodded: "—now, no food can fill the stomach of the pair of children."

"Accurately, it's not that 'any food' can't fill your stomach."

Jiang Fang said: "When its witches are still alive, why don't they use the candy that can be produced continuously, and have to set traps with bright candy houses to attract people into the house?"

This conjecture sent chills down the spine, making Li Yinhang almost unable to squat.

Li Yinhang looked at his voice and said: "Those who have eaten candy in the candy house... have been infected by the curse of the candy house. Only by eating human flesh can you..."

Then, the new soil of the cemetery, and the blood stains on the surface...

"Just now, didn't we all see it." Nan Zhou said, "My brother is less hungry than my sister."

Jiang Fang: "Maybe it's because he's more stable and patient."

Look, Jiang Fang put his hand on the tombstone: "Maybe it's because he... looked at everyone behind his back and stole something."

Li Yinhang felt that his stomach was very empty.

She gagged her mouth and swallowed the sound.

She couldn't help but look at the dark grave and asked in a low voice, "Then how do we...how do we find the door?"

Will the door be under the tombstone?

Under the corpse of a woman who was eaten to pieces?

Neither Jiang Fang nor Nan Zhou responded to her question, as if they were giving her a space to think.

However, both of them already have a little guess.

At the fastest speed, they lowered their bodies to the window and looked in—

Li Yinhang's complexion immediately paled at a glance.

Just now he was leaning against his father's brother tamely, and in a hugging posture, he tore off a piece of fresh meat from his father's neck.

Blood.

The woodcutter's father was not expecting this scene, and screamed in horror and fear, pulling at his brother's clothes, trying to rip him off himself.

My sister saw this **** scene and was about to scream when her freckled little nose twitched strangely.

…Another draw.

Her malachite green eyes suddenly lit up, as if she smelled the most delicious wolf in the world.

The impact of this **** picture is too explosive.

Adhesive crystal gastric juice kept overflowing from her fingers.

She had been watching "Bronze" climb the mountain with her head buried in the last dungeon, but she had never seen such a scene.

If they don't care, see for themselves.

If they want to be righteous, follow them.

Because Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang had seen Zheng Xinghe who had dismantled himself into parts on the snowy mountain, and they had prepared well earlier, their reaction was naturally not as strong as Li Yinhang's.

Fortunately, the house is now in a mess.

Father rolled around, crying and whining.

The little wolf with two green eyes only cares about his hunger and the food that is close at hand.

None 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 to the left and right like a trapped beast, Nan Zhou's expression froze for a moment, and he picked up a stone from the ground.

His wrist was suddenly caught by Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang asked him: "What are you going to do?"

Nan Zhou said frankly: "Smash the glass."

Jiang Fang: "And then?"

Nanzhou: "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 with a little force: "How much power can your light finger chain exert now? Under such light conditions?"

Nan Zhou: "No finger chain, 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 fast: "Mr. Nan, don't forget, we came against the clock."

"The previous 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 wondered what if we had to go back?"

"You don't think so."

Nan Zhou turned his head.

His voice didn't mean blame or anger, just calmly stating the truth: "You're thinking, the 'door' might be on that woodcutter."

Li Yinhang blocked his ears, staring blankly at the two who were rarely caught in a dispute.

The voices of the two of them can only be heard by each other. Mixed with the screams from the house, she has no idea what they are 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 movable and non-fixed prop in this game, it is likely to be hidden in some places beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

For example, in the swollen stomachs of two brothers and sisters due to hunger.

Like a woodcutter whose last world line no longer exists.

The possibility that the door is in the tomb is very small, because the relationship between the stepmother and the candy house is not very big.

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that this door is a sinful symbol of my brother digging up and eating, and it does exist in the tomb.

After the three of them have had enough trouble, they can quietly dig the grave for verification.

This also means that they cannot interfere in this tragedy of children eating their fathers.

Once their whereabouts are revealed, then the very hungry brother and sister are very likely to aim a fang at them.

The most sensible and most appropriate way is to not expose yourself at all, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, let them self-inflict internal friction, and never act smart.

More importantly, because of starvation, Nanzhou's physical strength must not be as good as usual.

Confronting these two madly hungry little beasts, Jiang Fang was afraid that he would be injured, and even more afraid that he would watch Nanzhou go on an adventure, but was helpless 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.

After a bone cracking sound, Jiang Fang said, "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 this, he suddenly became quiet.

…he should have known.

Jiang Fang's judgment is the most ruthless and the most correct.

Now is not the best time to expose yourself.

Exposing yourself will not only invite attacks, 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.

Only, for a moment, Nan Zhou and the woodcutter sympathized.

Because it is also fighting against an irresistible destiny.

Because of that unknown judgment, it will come upon me inexplicably one day.

This reminds 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, Nanzhou was also somewhere and heard such a sentence.

Where?