I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 570 The Tomb of King Arthur

"What, give you the magic house?" Granny Yajia became excited when she heard that Harley planned to occupy her chicken-foot hut, "Grandma Yajia can't live without a chicken-foot hut!
That is the old woman's only property, a symbol of my identity, status and honor, and the foundation of my existence.

But to you, it is just a burden that cannot be taken away, smelly and dirty, like a chicken coop, like a kennel, completely useless! "

"According to the laws of Wonderland, the victim is entitled to demand compensation from the criminal. You are a kidnapper, an ogre, and a robber. You must compensate me." Harry said.

"How did you know about this law? I didn't tell you before?" Granny Yajia asked in surprise.

Harry smiled strangely, "Any orderly society has similar laws. If there is no such law, that would be even better. I can snatch your chicken-foot hut at will."

Granny Yajia's old face turned pale, she is a lawless and cunning witch!

"You have entered my forest and are still close to my hut. Granny Yajia has the right to tie you up and make steak." She argued.

"So, you are a gangster and I am a bandit. Whoever has big fists can be unreasonable."

Granny Yajia was speechless.

Harry turned around and said with a smile: "How about this, now that the Chicken Feet Hut belongs to me, I am in need of a guide, you guide me and do a good job as a guide.

In return, I will give you the magic house before leaving the fairyland. "

Granny Yajia's complexion changed, hesitating.

"Mundo, pick up the hut, let's go." Harry said.

Clark froze for a while before realizing he was calling himself.

He was puzzled, but still flew over, holding up the "chicken fart drum" with one hand - the foundation of the hut above the chicken paw.

"Should we go back? To the last hero's tomb, we have to drill a tree hole, and the house can go into the tree hole?" Clark said.

"If you can't get in, the house will be demolished, and only valuable magic materials will be taken away," Harry turned to the old witch who hesitated to speak, "As for you, in order to prevent you from finding someone to take revenge on me, I will cast the Maleficent Curse, Let you sleep for ten thousand years!"

As she spoke, she raised her arms, and her wide sleeves fluttered like wings, and the power of the dream surged out.

"No, I'd like to be a guide!" Granny Yajia was startled, raised her hand to cover her head, and moved back.

"Are you willing?" Harry asked.

"Totally voluntary."

"Okay then, let's sign a labor contract."

Harry casually removed a wooden board from the chicken feet hut, and the thick black tail of the chopsticks protruded from the hood, and quickly burned three contracts on it.

The first is the scope of work of the wizard.

The second is the responsibility of the guide - any non-subjective mistakes made by the two travelers, Harry and Clark, will be borne by the guide.

The third is the right of the guide, complete the task, get the chicken feet hut.

"Why do you want me to take responsibility for your mistakes?" Granny Yajia said displeased.

"If you explain the rules thoroughly, it's not your responsibility if we knowingly break the law, otherwise, you will be fully responsible." Harry said lightly.

Granny Yajia took the board, her eyes flashed, and she sneered in her heart: This stinky witch is so stupid, she actually took wood from my magic house, see if I won't kill you!
She intentionally stained her face with blood with her fingers full of reluctance, and wrote down her real name, but quietly left an engraving on the inside of the wooden board.

Harry seemed unconscious, retracted the board, and greeted Clark into the cabin.

"What is this tossing about? Didn't you ask about the rules of Wonderland before?" Superman asked puzzled.

Granny Yajia's cottage is a magical house, which does not exceed 15 square meters on the outside, but there is a hole in the inside. The kitchen alone is 30 square meters.

Uh, there is no living room, and there is a big kitchen when you enter the door.

In addition to pots, pans and stoves, there are a few hemp ropes hanging from the roof, tying rabbits the size of people and hedgehogs the height of children.

Seeing Harley and Superman, they blinked humanly, "Can you save us?"

"Wow, I can still talk." Clark was taken aback.

"You can't let them go, this is my dinner!" Granny Yajia shouted from the window, grinning fiercely at the rabbit and the hedgehog.

"Harry." Clark whispered: "They are intelligent, they are aliens, it would be too cruel to eat them."

god damn alien
Harry complained in his heart, and didn't release the 'animal man' immediately, but only asked: "What's your name, what kind of magical race are you, and where did you come from?"

"My name is Mr. Rabbit, and I live in a tree hole in the forest. My ancestors probably came from the magical land. There is an animal kingdom in the magical land, and everyone is an animal person." The big rabbit said.

"My name is Mr. Hongfa. I live in a cave in the forest. I don't know what race I am. Maybe I used to be a human being and was transformed into a hedgehog by magic? I have some vague human memories." The hedgehog said uncertainly.

"Magic Land." Harley frowned slightly, "Is it a different world ruled by Shazam?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of Shazam." The two animal figures shook their heads.

"Come on, after eating these two candies, I'll put you down." Harry took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out two jelly beans, and stuffed them into their mouths.

"Well, it's so sweet, well." Mr. Xiaotu smacked his mouth three times, his consciousness was fuzzy, and he didn't move.

"What did you do to Mr. Rabbit?" Mr. Hongfa was shrewd, he swallowed the jelly bean in his mouth, and wanted to vomit it now.

Harry snapped his fingers, and a small golden hand slid into the hedgehog's mouth, sending the jelly beans into his stomach.

Mr. Hongfa also stared in a daze and began to snore.

"What did you feed them?" Clark wondered.

Harry showed him the label on the little white bottle.

"Estazolam. Sleeping pills?!" Superman had a strange expression.

"A sleeping pill blessed by the Sandman, it is guaranteed to sleep when you take it, and dream when you sleep."

Harry opened his mouth, a yellow light sucked the animal man into his stomach, and sighed: "I am cursed by the three goddesses of fate. Dream escape is really dangerous, but no matter how dangerous it is, it is better than hard anus 'lord of the world'."

After explaining a few words, she shouted outside the house: "Grandma Yajia, take us to the 'Tomb of the King'."

"You can't go backwards, you can only follow the road to the hilly hunting ground." Granny Yajia said.

"Remember who you are, you are just a guide." Harry said coldly.

The first page of the book has only one door, and anyone can enter, but the last page of the book is Asgard, where Titania and Oberon live.

Harley really doesn't want to face the two masters of the world unless there is no way forward.

"I'm not responsible for the retrograde problem," Granny Yajia said.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!"

Granny Yajia murmured and said something, crouched on the stone mortar and flew forward, and the chicken-footed hut walked quickly through the forest.

The chicken feet were bouncing, but the wooden house above was extremely stable, and the vibration was almost imperceptible.

However, Granny Yajia slaughtered living things in the kitchen every day, making the room full of stench. Harry and Superman didn't stay long, just looked around and jumped on the roof.

"Why did you ask her to be your guide? Haven't we figured out the path and rules of the fairyland? Or is she lying?" Clark asked looking at the old witch who was stepping on the mortar.

Granny Yajia was a witch. She had a big hole in her leg, and she only had to smear a lump of green sticky plaster, and she stood up again alive and well.

"She may not have lied, but there are too many details to explain."

She didn't intend to ask the old witch as a guide, but after hearing her tell the many rules of Wonderland, Harley understood that the "customs" of Wonderland are so complicated that it is difficult to sum them up in a few words.

"What is the purpose of writing on the wooden board? I thought that according to your character, you would put a knife around her neck, tie a rope around her ankles, and drive her like a slave." Clark asked.

"Among mages, a contract is much more effective than a threat."

As they spoke, the Chicken Feet Hut had come to an old banyan tree.

The banyan tree was indescribably thick. The roots of the tree were high and protruded with a house-sized tumor. The tree tumors grew scattered with several trunks, and it was hard to tell who was the main trunk.

Just below the tree burl, the roots are like a curtain, blocking a three-meter-high dark tree hole.

The chicken foot hut shrank into a chicken coop, and Harry and Clark also jumped in.

"Retrograde is like reading from right to left, from bottom to top, and from back to front. If you read in reverse, your thinking will be confused and you will not know anything. If you walk in reverse, time and space will be messy and your consciousness will be confused. My lord witch, you should think twice!" Yajia said. The mother-in-law stopped at the entrance of the cave, persuading him earnestly.

Harry opened his mouth and spat out a yellow light, swallowed Clark, kicked the old witch's chest like a ball, rolled into the depths of the cave, and Chicken Foot Hut hurriedly followed.

The cave is dark and there is no light, but there is no need to worry about going sideways, just one way.

The old witch was in front, and Harry and Chicken Feet Hut were side by side. The narrow space was depressing, and only rustling footsteps and panting could be heard.

Harley had a strange expression. It wasn't her and Granny Yajia who were panting, but Chicken Foot Hut. It panted fiercely, and thick smoke billowed from the chimney.

"Ah, I'm melting, no—" Suddenly, Granny Yajia covered her face and howled miserably. The space around her was like a mosaic, as if wrapped in a ball of boiling water.

Her person is also like coal balls falling into the water, the rippling shadows are blurred and illusory Granny Yajia, lost from Granny Yajia into the "boiling water of time and space", as if to break her down into "elementary particles" .

Harley quickly took a step back, the tenth-level fifth defense specialty, the power of connection was activated, and the mosaic's chaotic time and space immediately bounced away.

They seem to be opening a two-meter-diameter bubble in the heating pipe of boiling water.

Seeing that the defensive expertise was effective, Harley stepped into the "boiling water in time and space".

Uh, if it doesn't work, she will turn around and run away, leaving Granny Yajia to fend for herself.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Granny Yajia asked in shock.

Chicken Feet Hut is no longer panting.

Harry kicked the old witch again, "Go!"

After walking for about 5 minutes, turning around and climbing up and down, at a distance of 300 meters, chaotic candlelight appeared in front of the cave, the entrance of the cave became wider, and the surrounding "boiling water time and space" came to an end.

Harry spat Clark out before moving on.

After a while, they heard a melodious heroic song.

"King Arthur fell asleep at the foot of the mountain, and the sword in the stone was covered with cobwebs, buried deep at the foot of the mountain. If darkness covers Britain, he will wake up and appear in the world. He will kill the wicked, shovel the tyrant, and eradicate violence and peace in a single thought."

Walking out of the tunnel, there is a huge cave, or tomb.

Under the yellow light of burning candles, a handsome young man in ancient clothes was sitting beside the coffin, holding a harp in his arms, twirling it lightly, and singing softly. His fine blond hair fell down on his forehead, covering his expression, but he could not stop the faint sadness overflowing from his voice and sentimental.

They stood there watching him sing three songs in a row.

After King Arthur, there were Frederick the Redbeard and Ekaterina.

"Praise the Lord, I have two listeners!" The singer looked up and looked at Halle and Clark in surprise. "Oh, you are real human beings, not goblins or fairies."

Harley was not surprised. The hoods covered their appearance, but the aura on their bodies, which was clearly different from that of goblins and fairies, could not be concealed.

Well, Harley could cover it up, but Superman couldn't, so she didn't.

"That's strange, how did you come from behind?"

"Thanks to Granny Yajia's magical powers and amazing methods." Harry said.

Granny Yajia smiled dryly.

The singer didn't bother with such "little things", he just introduced himself and asked the identities of the two human guests.

"When the king sleeps, a wizard must sleep too, and his bard, in a sleepless slumber, sits here and sings the king's songs over and over again," sighed the singer Thomas.

This guy is very good at talking, except for King Arthur's heroic deeds and court trivia, he even talked about his own face to face with the fairy queen overnight.

Seeing Granny Yajia's unsurprised look, it seems that the fairy queen's messing around is not a big secret.

However, Harley is pressed for time and isn't interested in the bard and queen's shit.

"Is he King Arthur?" She pointed to the open-air coffin beside her and asked.

On the stone platform built of red bricks, a strong bearded man was lying on it holding a sword. Thousands of years later, his body seemed to have become a fossil.

"It is he, my master."

"I thought he was in Avalon."

"Avalon is in Wonderland."

"Avalon is obviously a lake." Harry suddenly looked up, "Is there a lake above the cave?"

"The lake of fairyland is at the entrance of fairyland. Where did you come from? Didn't you see it when you came here?" The poet asked strangely.

Harley glared at Granny Yajia, the old woman was very bad, and she concealed the matter.

The witch looked innocent, "The lake of fairyland is in front of the gate, not fairyland."

Harry pointed to the sword on King Arthur's chest, "Is this the sword in the stone? Can I try it?"

(End of this chapter)