Chapter 186 Dream Fairy Tale
The snake didn't know whether it was unable to react to the unpredictable move or was simply stunned by the several-pound pot. Anyway, before it could throw the thing off its head, a hand reached out and grabbed its vital point.
Shi Yu turned the snake's head around, took off the clay pot, and threw it into the abyss on the other side of the stairs.
When I returned to the forest, Shuying had already stood up and lowered his head without saying a word.
The castle's access control has been triggered once by everyone, and no living creature has come out to open the door yet. Even if they continue to wait, there will most likely be no result. It seems that the only option left is to force their way in.
As long as you touch the door, guns will shoot out. Even if you can block all the bullets, it is still a big problem to rely solely on manpower to push open the stone door, which is now as tall as a building when enlarged.
Shi Yu looked at the branches above his head and asked: "Who among you can climb up?"
"You want to take the air route?" Qiao Yan looked at him, "But we don't have flying claws."
Shi Yu spread out her hands, with thin, pale golden threads wrapped around her fingers: "You can use this."
Qiao Yan: "But we can't get it to the top of the castle."
"I can," Shi Yu said, "but I need you to take me to the top of the tree first."
Qiao Yan looked at him quietly.
"What's wrong?"
Qiao Yan did not answer, but looked at Luo Huaishen beside him: "Your follower should be happy to serve."
Shuying didn't react to his words. She lowered her head and stretched out her hand to the person in front of her: "Sir."
Qiao Yan watched the two of them climb up the tree and step on a branch. A leaf fell down due to the vibration and blinded the man's eyes.
Ji Congyang asked him from the side: "Don't you have props? Why don't you take him up?"
Qiao Yan glanced at him.
Ji Congyang was dissatisfied and wanted to secretly make a paper figurine: "Why did you give my idol to that person?"
Qiao Yan: "You also know that even I can help your idol climb up."
But Shi Yu couldn't get up there by himself and had to ask others for help.
To what extent has the person's physical condition deteriorated since he was bitten by the poisonous snake on the stairs?
Ji Congyang didn't understand what he meant: "So? Why don't you want to take it?"
Qiao Yan replied perfunctorily: "Because you are stupid."
“…”
"If I don't stay, what if you get eaten by some passing wild animal?"
“…”
Shuying released the hand that was around the other person's waist.
A handful of silk thread suddenly shot out from between the branches and leaves, wrapped around the railing of the corridor high up in the castle, and tightened into a knot.
Shi Yu took one end of the silk thread from his hand and tied it to the tree trunk, then threw out the second handful of silk thread.
After making sure that the number of silk threads added together was enough to support the weight of a human body, he released his hands. Before he could move, Shuying beside him had already pulled him onto the silk threads and moved quickly from top to bottom using the difference in terrain. When he arrived, he grabbed the railing of the castle with one hand and then jumped directly into the corridor.
A moment later, Qiao Yan also landed on the second floor of the castle.
Ji Congyang was the last one. When he was almost there, he lost balance and nearly fell down. Fortunately, after playing so many games, his physical fitness had improved more than his brain. In the critical situation, he quickly flipped and grabbed the silk thread, but he hit the wall of the castle and activated the access control again.
Shuying manipulated the water flow to cut the silk thread tied to one end of the tree trunk, and the silk thread was retrieved.
There is not much difference in style between the interior and exterior of the castle, with red carpets, white walls, crystal chandeliers, arched ceilings, red doors, and gilded floors, every brick and tile is so magnificent and exquisite that it seems unreal.
...and its area is truly difficult to measure.
A single flight of steps is taller than a person.
Before in the primeval forest, no one thought this was inconvenient, but now that we have arrived in this human-inhabited area, everyone has truly realized what it means to have the surrounding environment "magnified dozens of times in proportion."
In the end, everyone didn't take the stairs, but slid down like a slide relying on the handrail.
“Oh my god.”
Qiao Yan was the second one to jump down: "Don't say bad words."
Ji Congyang stuttered as he spoke: "Look at the painting on the wall."
Shi Yu was brought down to the first floor by Shuying, and the first thing that caught his eye was the huge graffiti on the wall.
The person in the painting is wearing a bright red robe, carrying a bamboo basket with flowers, platform shoes, a slim white lace skirt, ribbons on the cuffs tied with bows, and long black hair like a waterfall.
There are three big oak trees planted in front of the wooden house next to it.
Anyone can recognize the combination of these elements. It is obviously a well-known protagonist from a fairy tale.
But that's not the point.
Ji Congyang turned his head tremblingly: "Idol."
He asked, "Why does this Little Red Riding Hood look exactly like you?"
“…”
Shi Yu thought for two seconds about how to answer, but when he failed, he could only pretend he didn't hear it.
Ji Congyang had never seen this style of Little Red Riding Hood before, and for a moment he even forgot that the wall with graffiti was very long and the area covered by graffiti was also very long.
So when he was dragged against the wall to look at his own huge portrait, he was shocked for a long time before he asked, "Who is this?"
Qiao Yan: "You can't recognize your own face?"
"Who told you this?" Ji Congyang was dissatisfied. "I was asking what character this painting depicts! Look at yours, with a dark face and a missing leg. You can tell it's a tin soldier at a glance..."
Qiao Yan clenched his fists with a "click".
Ji Congyang shut up instantly, as if he had been muted.
Shi Yu did not participate in their conversation. He counted and found that there were six figures on the mural here.
Apart from Little Red Riding Hood, the one closest to her was Shuying, who was wearing a dark purple robe that covered her from head to toe. She had two jars in her hands, with dark green potions bubbling inside.
Obviously a drawing of a wizard character.
As to whether it was the one who gave the little mermaid legs in the deep sea, the one who cast the sleeping spell on Sleeping Beauty, or the one who imprisoned Rapunzel in the tower for more than ten years, it is unknown.
Looking further to the left, there is a tin soldier with Qiao Yan's face, a puppet with Ji Congyang's face, a child wearing clothes made of leaves, and a knight with a huge windmill behind him.
The knight's face was exactly the same as the player who had smashed the stone in front of the mountain spring.
This seemed to explain all the previous anomalies.
No wonder every blade of grass and every tree in this forest looks so huge to the player, and no wonder the appearance of this castle is so magnificent. Rather than saying that everything here is like a fairy tale world, it is better to say that this is the fairy tale world that the player has strayed into.
The problem of the environment has been solved, but there is one strange thing, which is that the characters on the murals are at different distances from each other.
For example, Little Red Riding Hood and the wizard are only three inches apart, while the wizard and the tin soldier on his left are one meter apart.
Qiao Yan came over at some point and asked, "Do you have any impression of the face of the person in the middle?"
The character of the child is right in the center.
Shi Yu shook his head: "Not a player."
Qiao Yan was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but the body we found by the river before was also wearing a green top and pants."
He paused and said, "But when I saw it, it was already so dirty that it was barely recognizable."
Before Shi Yu could say anything, the huge mural turned into a staircase.
This is the seventh roll of the dice.
The step under his feet is the venomous snake layer. Going up, one and six points are goshawks, two and five points are wasps, four points are insect swarms, and three points is the only safe layer.
In fact, standing in this position, no matter how many points he threw, the animals he encountered would not be too dangerous. After all, he had encountered swarms of insects and wasps, and neither of them was easy to kill; the only goshawk he had never seen should be the most dangerous, but it sounded easier to deal with than a beast like a lion.
The dice spun several times on the ground and then stopped.
a little.
Shi Yu took out his life weapon that was almost covered in dust, held it with his uninjured hand, and walked to the next step.
The goshawk that suddenly appeared was stronger than a normal bird of prey. When it flapped its wings and dived down, before it touched the corner of his clothes, he chopped off its wings with his sword. The flight path instantly made a huge turn and it fell down with a whoosh.
He retracted his weapon, and his right hand remained hanging by his side from beginning to end. His fingertips had begun to become stiff and numb, and the light blue veins were faintly turning purple.
But at this moment, the black fog in front was suddenly broken.
The player who was painted as a knight on the mural not long ago suddenly appeared on the steps.
Compared to him, the other party looked obviously more miserable. Several scratches from the giant beast could be seen on his clothes in front of him. The gauze under the torn cloth was seeping blood. His hair was messy, his eyes were fierce, and his arms were covered with blood and some other dirt.
Both parties were stunned when they looked at each other, but the facts did not allow them to hesitate. The goshawk that had just fallen into the abyss refreshed again and swooped down towards the steps.
The other party's reaction was one step faster than his.
Shi Yu only felt a hand suddenly covering his back, and pushed him hard when he subconsciously turned around.
He only saw the other person's fierce and decisive eyes at that moment, and then his body lost balance and fell directly into the abyss.
【？ ？ ？】
【！ ！ ！ ！】
[What the hell? ! ! ]
“clang——”
The sword stabbed the wall of the stairs, but failed to leave any mark. Instead, the rebound force made the distance between the two sides further away.
This time, even if the stairs were not that hard, the sword would not be able to penetrate them.
The hawk behind him didn't know when it changed its route and caught up with him. Shi Yu tried to flip in the air, and the hairpin in his hand suddenly stretched out and stabbed into the staircase wall. However, the stone wall that was originally as hard as iron was now as soft as tofu, and the hairpin easily penetrated into the length enough to maintain balance.
Shi Yu stopped in mid-air holding the hairpin, put the sword back into the bracelet, grabbed the hairpin with both hands, swung it hard to avoid the impact of the goshawk, and suddenly turned over and jumped up before the bird of prey turned around and rushed towards him again.
Before the player painted as a knight on the steps could finish congratulating himself on his success, someone jumped up from below and stepped on the edge of the glowing steps in the blink of an eye.
Shi Yu rolled up the hairpin with a silk thread, but a cold light suddenly approached her field of vision.
The player's sword was blocked by a hairpin with a flowing cloud pattern. Just as he was about to use force again, a long howl sounded behind him.
The goshawk that was chasing down also rose up again at this moment, and its sharp beak went straight to the nearest player.
The two people on the steps dodged the attack at the same time. The player's knife lost its power, and the next second he was kicked on the wrist. His hand suddenly loosened, and the world spun in front of his eyes. When he came to his senses, he was already kneeling on the steps.
The sound of breaking wind approached again.
The player couldn't break free and was so angry that his face turned red: "Can you fucking understand your priorities? The bird is still flying up there!"
Shi Yu glanced at him, then grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand again and threw the sword out with his backhand.
The sword's tip slammed into the swooping goshawk's body, causing the bird to fall suddenly, with a few drops of boiling blood splattering onto the edge of the steps.
Shi Yu lowered his hands, manipulated the silk thread to wrap around the fallen hilt, and lowered his head again.
The player's face turned pale.
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