Chapter 192 Dream Chain

【I am stunned】

[This is really a dark fairy tale, Peter Pan killing Little Red Riding Hood or something like that]

[The fact that he killed Little Red Riding Hood isn't the point. The point is that they seemed to be good friends in the past, but he still wanted to kill her?! ]

[I'm just curious, Master Meiren said that all the players are substitutes for the protagonists of those fairy tales. Does this mean that the protagonists represented by the players are all dead now?]

[So they were all killed by Peter Pan? What kind of hatred or grudge? ? ]

It was very late at night, and the intermittent cawing of crows could be heard in the woods. Each crow's hoarse voice knocked raindrops off the trees, just enough to cover up the sounds of animals wandering around.

The grass blades were bent down by the sudden weight, gradually approaching the castle, and then stopped at the roots of the tree.

"According to what you said, all players are not the protagonists in the original story. Then do the characters replaced by the players all die?" Qiao Yan pushed aside the bushes as he stepped forward.

Shi Yu stepped over the puddle on the ground and was about to speak when he suddenly saw something in his peripheral vision and subconsciously reached out to pull.

Qiao Yan was caught off guard and heard a rustling sound in the bushes as he stepped back.

A shadow suddenly shot out like lightning, with bright red patterns and fangs that slammed into his arm.

"Bang--"

The flower snake was like hitting a wall. It flew backwards and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

Shi Yu was stunned.

Qiao Yan quickly came back to his senses, stepped forward, grabbed the snake's tail, and lifted it up: "It's okay."

Shi Yu looked at the small snake struggling in his hand.

Qiao Yan pinched the back of the snake's neck and said, "I discovered it after I came here. Not only is it missing a leg, but its body texture has also become exactly like metal."

Shi Yu took two seconds to react: "Tin Soldier?"

"Probably, but there's no bottle of copper sulfate here to do the experiment. I'm not sure whether only the external properties have changed, or whether the elemental composition has also changed." Qiao Yan pinched the little snake unconscious and threw it back. "But it's good too. At least I'm not afraid of getting hurt."

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds: "Do you know what the ending of the tin soldier is in the story?"

"I can't remember clearly." Qiao Yan returned to the castle. "It seems that for some reason it swam in the fish's stomach for a while, and was eventually bought back by the original owner for cooking. Then it was taken out during the autopsy?"

“It was melted in the end.”

Qiao Yan was stunned.

Shi Yu used silk thread to tie up the balcony railings: "The owner's children threw them into the fire and burned them."

The golden thread began to tighten, and he leapt back to his room.

The moment he opened the door, he realized something was wrong, but it was too late to retreat.

"little Red Riding Hood."

The person inside had brown curly hair and was wearing clothes made of green leaves. It only took a moment for him to fly up from the bedside and face him. There was something in his eyes that was hard to understand.

Shi Yu's wrist was tightly held by the other party, and the night wind from behind blew into his clothes.

The other party asked: "Where have you been?"

Shi Yu did not answer, or rather, he could see that the other party had no intention of hearing his answer at all.

"You left the castle, didn't you?" Peter Pan looked at him. "Didn't you?"

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds and responded softly.

The scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and he was pulled from the balcony into the room. The door closed with a bang, and his back hit the door. The buzzing vibration was transmitted to his spine, and it took a long time for a dull pain to spread.

Peter Pan had sealed the way out between the two: "Remember what I said to you an hour ago?"

It took them only sixty minutes to leave the room, walk to the river, then to South Oak and back.

"What do you want to do?"

Peter Pan turned a deaf ear: "Remember?"

Shi Yu could only answer: "I remember."

Peter Pan grabbed him and flew to the corner, not caring that the other party was staggering, and suddenly lifted the curtain in the corner.

Dust was everywhere and the smoke made people cough.

No one knew when the lock at the bottom was unlocked, and Shi Yu saw clearly what was under the curtain for the first time.

A chain was placed on the tall log frame, with an iron ring hanging down from the top and connected to the ground at the bottom. The chain meandered upwards along the diameter of the wooden frame, like a poisonous snake tightly wrapped around it.

"I told you I'd be mad if you left." Peter Pan took off the top hoop, "So I want you to put it on now, okay?"

Shi Yu didn't look at it any more: "I didn't agree to you in the first place."

"But you didn't veto it." Because he could fly, Peter Pan looked down on him. "You've already breached the contract once. Do you want to do it again?"

Shi Yu: "Isn't it because of you that I broke the contract?"

Peter Pan paused.

"Aren't you the one who hopes the big bad wolf will eat me?"

Peter Pan restrained his wrists so hard that they turned purple.

"Weren't you the one who threw the tin soldier into the water on purpose, hoping that he would be eaten by the fish?"

Peter Pan couldn't control his voice for a moment: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Shi Yu asked, "Then why do you have a cookbook on your bookshelf that specifically describes how to cook carp?"

Peter Pan forgot to ask how the other person knew what books were in his bookshelf.

"The tin soldier only has one leg, and his running speed is far slower than your flying speed, or even faster than a normal person. If someone wants to do something to him, he won't have time to escape at all." Shi Yu said, "Of the four rooms, his room is the only one without a guardrail on the balcony."

Peter Pan stepped back subconsciously.

Shi Yu approached, "Just open the window on a rainy day, and call him to the balcony with any excuse. For example, you can stand outside the castle and shout at him. The strong wind will blow him out of the castle, and he will be washed into the river by the rain, and then be eaten by a big fish. But he is made of metal, and animals cannot digest him. You can buy him and the fish together, skip the dissection process, and throw him directly into the fire to roast."

【Fuck】

【This this this???】

Peter Pan's back hit the wall, and he finally had nowhere to retreat.

Shi Yu stopped in front of him: "I guessed right."

There was no light in the room. The only brightness came from the angle at which the curtains were occasionally lifted. The curves they cast on the ground rose and fell from time to time, like a veil pulled by a naughty child.

Peter Pan was silent for a full minute, then suddenly blinked.

A drop of water suddenly fell, rolled through the gap between the two people, and finally fell to the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The other person's eyes turned red at some point, and the grievance in them was obvious.

Shi Yu only got the last breath at this moment. The next moment, the tension on his neck, which had relaxed, tightened again. The cold feeling of aggression suddenly penetrated and then withdrew. It was not until the blood flowed down his collar that he realized what had just cut his skin.

When he subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to struggle, the chill in his peripheral vision came first and accurately cut the blue blood vessels in his hands. Warm liquid oozed out drop by drop in time with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Peter Pan took back the blade that had pierced his wrist, but his eyes were still clear, pure, innocent, and naive, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion of others: "I will be angry."

He emphasized the general tone, as if he suddenly realized that the adults were deceiving him. His way of protesting was to take his favorite candy from the refrigerator by himself, and then he wanted to show off his ability to the adults: "Who told you not to believe it?"

Shi Yu moved his fingertips, and suddenly realized something from the unusual fatigue of his body: "What did you put in the room?"

Peter Pan smiled brightly: "Eternal Sleeping Flower, you once asked me if I could teach you how to grow it."

The curtains were finally completely blown open by the wind from the window gap. The golden flowers in the corner were in full bloom, piled from the windowsill to the bedside, and long green leaves were lush under the lamp.

The moment the opponent approached, Shi Yu threw the sword in his hand without hesitation.

The sword light that filled the room was brighter than imagined, wrapping around the person, tightening and ironing him, melting his bones, blood, and every inch of his flesh.

The shackles on my wrists disappeared.

Shi Yu stepped back and stepped onto the threshold of the closed room before the light faded.

At this moment, a hand grabbed his shoulder with a force that almost crushed his bones. The suddenly strong fragrance choked his lungs, like a hammer and chisel that shattered his dim vision.

Shi Yu's hands were shaking violently, and the cut on his neck was bleeding faster due to his violent movements. The stained fabric was sticking to his heart, and when he was about to fall, he was lifted up by the hand on his shoulder.

He was dragged and turned around, meeting a pair of cold eyes.

Peter Pan was floating high in the air, and the sword missed him and was deeply embedded in the wall, but only his sleeve was cut by the sharp sword. He used all his strength to hold the other person's hand.

Shi Yu had no foothold, and the feeling of weightlessness was tearing his heartbeat. The other person's pupils were dark and dense, and when he got close, he felt a suffocating sense of oppression. He pronounced a sentence to him word by word: "This is the third time."

Peter Pan lowered his head and asked, "Do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

Shi Yu's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even lift a muscle, but he could still clearly hear his own breathing.

"I told you not to leave. If you really must try, I can show you my reaction."

Peter Pan blocked the cut on his neck with the index finger of his left hand, and then pressed it down suddenly: "As long as your people are still in the castle intact, it doesn't matter whether they are dead or alive."

The breathing passage was suddenly cut off, and Shi Yu could not feel how fast the blood on his neck was flowing. The last clear image in his eyes was the two iron rings fastened together, and then his hands were so loaded that he could no longer lift them.

The hair on his forehead was wet with sweat. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak softly, but his pronunciation was still clear: "Peter Pan."

Peter Pan sneered: "It's no use shouting now."

"If you wanted me to stay in the castle so badly, why did you hope the wolf would eat me?"

"If the big bad wolf could really eat you, I would of course catch it again, kill it, and bury it in the back garden of the castle." Peter Pan said frankly.

"Then why don't you just use the chain?"

"Because then you'll find out." Peter Pan pulled the chain, and the metal tied to the other's wrist knocked through the bones and into his ears. "And I'm doing it now."

“You’ve done it now.”

"Yes, I did," Peter Pan repeated. "I know."

"Aren't you going to enjoy your work?"

Peter Pan was stunned.

"Why should I leave the castle? Why must I run outside? Why should I hide from you? In the forest, the trees are towering, the river is rushing at the foot of the mountain, the crows are roosting, the insects are roosting, the beasts are hiding during the day and coming out at night. I feel that the competition is so fascinating at first sight, but after watching it for a long time, it becomes boring. What is there in it that attracts others and is worth staying?"

As long as the forest remains a forest, the people trapped in the castle will sooner or later find a way to leave.

Either the forest is destroyed or the people are destroyed.

Peter Pan had just figured this out as he meant it, when the next second his opponent stepped on the ground, leaned against the wall, and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

This was obviously a very strong move, and he was sent flying backwards and crashed into the cupboard. He could hear the sound of metal chains dragging on the ground, and as soon as he looked up, a shadow covered his eyes.

The flowerpot on the windowsill was hooked by the curtain and fell down, and the flower and grass juice seeped into the splashing soil.

The opponent's neck was still bleeding, and the arteries of both wrists that were locked in the iron ring were also bleeding, almost dripping down as he walked, and a messy blood path was smashed with his footsteps. However, the action of pulling the man up from the ground was still steady, gentle, and more like a casual and nonchalant manner.

Peter Pan said: "You will die soon if you continue like this. You can't beat me."

The other party said calmly: "But it's enough to kill you."