Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "A new guest? Welcome to Wind Chime Trail."

　　 He was talking while plucking the strings, but his playing level was obviously not as good as the bard that Jenkins met in the Luen Tavern.

　　 "What should I do?"

　　 Jenkins asked cautiously, feeling the bitter wind blowing from the depths of the dark and deep forest, and something seemed to be watching him in the dense trees.

　　The forest is terrible. Even in Jenkins' fairy tales, such a horrible scene cannot be depicted. There was only a faint light in the trail, and Jenkins couldn't see the distance with the monocle, but he could feel the danger dormant.

　　 "Go down the road and the exit is at the end."

　　 said the beggar.

　　 "Do you mean the road under my feet? Going down means in this direction?"

　　 He used his finger to confirm there to prevent misleading words.

　　 "Of course, young man, go on."

　　 The owl beggar sang aloud while playing the piano, but his broken gong-like voice matched the howling wind.

　　Dangling~

　　 A small round coin was thrown out by Jenkins, then hit the edge of the broken bowl in front of the beggar, bounced on the grass and rolled twice before stopping.

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Chapter 770 Chapter Seven Hundred and Fifty Four

　　 The guilt coin rolled down on the grass, and the owl looked suspiciously at Jenkins again. It took a while for the human body to crawl twice to pick it up.

　　 Yes, Jenkins didn't intentionally throw it to the edge of the bowl. His throwing skills need to be strengthened.

　　 "According to the rules of criminal coins, I think if I pay, I will have something in return."

　　 The generous Cthulhu Godzi provided 13 blasphemy seeds, and later exchanged 5 for some fertilizer from the flower girl. The remaining 8 can only be used when they are used.

　　 "Don't leave the trail and step into the forest."

　　 This is the value of a sin coin.

　　 Jenkins nodded, twisted out one more and threw it over, but unexpectedly the old beggar caught it directly and threw it back.

　　 The guilty coin hit Jenkins' boots, and it rolled two laps before stopping. Jenkins had to bend down to pick it up.

　　 "No, no, I don't want to make any deal with you."

　　 Every time a sound is made, the owl's face will rot worse. And when the whole sentence was over, it had become a terrible mass of flesh.

　　 The dizziness caused Jenkins to subconsciously cover his forehead, and he had to remind himself that he was talking to an aboriginal in a strange land who didn't know the depth.

　　 turned around and walked forward along the gravel road without hesitation, and a sharp laugh could still be heard behind him. And until the laughter completely disappeared, nothing unexpected happened in front of the path.

　　 The whole forest is very problematic. Jenkins can't feel any breath of life except plants. The surroundings are really quiet, except for the occasional overwhelming wind, the sound of footsteps is the only accompaniment on the way forward.

　　 At the fourth minute and 32 seconds of the departure indicated by the pocket watch, three small shadows appeared in front of him. When they approached, they found that they were three little girls with pale skin, deep sunken eyes and black eye rims. They looked no different from the dead body.

　　 The three little girls were sitting around the gravel path. Jenkins stood on tiptoe and took a look. Among them were two red apples and a silver table knife.

　　 "Sir~"

After 　　 approached, the girls turned their heads to greet them at the same time. Among them, the girl with her back to Jenkins turned her neck 180 degrees:

　　 "We have encountered difficulties, can you help us?"

　　 The terrible black eyeshadow made Jenkins a little bit 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 it? Each of us wants to get a whole apple, not a cut apple or juice."

　　 The three people said exactly the same thing, but because of the timing of the opening, it seemed like an echo. Coupled with the immature voice, terrifying face and the gloomy environment around, this is simply a horror story.

　　 "Three children divided into two apples, and a knife that can kill..."

　　 That table knife is like reminding Jenkins of its function. There is no light source around, but it keeps reflecting light from nowhere.

　　 "Sir, can you help us?"

　　 the children asked again.

　　 Jenkins pursed his mouth and took a step back and swallowed. He just noticed an interesting situation when he observed it carefully-one of the children's face was exactly the same as a corpse in Room Four.

　　 If this is not a coincidence, then it means that even after death, Deception has not let go of 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 in the sand.

　　 "Fortunately, you like Apple."

　　 Jenkins sighed softly, and stretched out the palm of his right hand upward.

　　The black line stretches out a strange three-dimensional geometric figure above the palm, and then the straight and curved black lines gradually become softer. Large patches of color fill the gaps between those lines, and the shape of the apple gradually takes shape. After three breaths, the red apple fell into Jenkins's palm.

　　 "One by one, children have to eat more to grow taller."

　　 said, he resisted the psychological discomfort and bent down and put the apple between the children. They laughed happily, making a weird sound 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 lost knife, but a girl jumped back from the bush and picked it up.

　　 "Heh~ I'm so stingy."

　　 Although the surrounding scenery is constantly changing, because the forest itself is an extremely boring place, it seems that nothing has changed after watching it for a long time. At 7 minutes and 53 seconds after leaving the old beggar, there was another figure standing in front of him.

　　 This time is a handsome man sitting on the floor and holding a book. He is dressed like a rotten nobleman in the ancient times. The red shirt and the feathered hat look very energetic.

　　 He is also a dead body, although his face is fine, but his hands have no flesh but bones.

　　 "Oh, young sir, can you do me a favor?"

"of course can."

　　 He has no choice, this guy is sitting in the middle of the road.

　　 "I'm always looking for some good stories to enrich my collection of poems, can you provide some inspiration?"

　　The tone is polite and polite. If you meet someone with this tone in the material world, Jenkins will definitely appreciate it.

"of course can."

　　 Although Jenkins is not good at composing stories, he is good at copying stories. After the fooling, the young man stood up and thanked him, and then disappeared into the forest like the girls just now.

　　 On the ensuing journey, he met an old woman thinking about philosophical issues, a little boy who was lost and not knowing how to go 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 fooled by their ability and a little wisdom, but the last one was the most difficult to deal with, and Jenkins had to fight her. This undead creature is extremely difficult to kill, and can last a long time even after being ignited by an inextinguishable fire. If Jenkins hadn't had the ability to contact death and could directly blast its head, one of his arms would not be able to keep it.

　　 Jenkins has almost understood by this time, the point of this time is to remove all obstacles on the road. And if his guess is not wrong, then what awaits him at the end will be the most difficult test.

　　 continued on the road. It was estimated that when he was about to reach the exit, a clearing appeared in the forest in front of him, and there was a strange mansion on the clearing. The path is directly connected to the door of the building. If Jenkins wants to continue walking, he can only inspect the building unless he enters the forest.

Chapter 771 Seven Hundred and Fifth Chapter Evil Spirit's Help

　　 The path in the cold forest leads to a mansion that seems to be randomly spliced ​​by building materials. On both sides of the path, there are flower gardens of the mansion. The black flowers inside are the spiritual flowers that Jenkins has eaten.

　　 He is not greedy enough to pick these flowers and climb the steps under the eaves. The door is not locked, and after passing through the hall is the living room. The decoration of the room is strange and interesting, like a scene from a fairy tale. A wall clock in the shape of a rabbit hangs on the wall, and the black kettle simmering in the fireplace is in the shape of an owl, but the people sitting in the living room are not interesting at all.

　　 On the red carpet are small coffee tables and sofas. On the sofa, there are old beggars with owl heads, three little girls holding apples, depressed poets, old women, little boys, fat gentlemen and charming ladies.

　　 Facing the hallway is a red wooden door, instinctively reminding Jenkins that there is an exit.

　　 He ignored the group of people on the sofa, walked quickly to the door, twisted the handle and found that it was locked.

　　 "Excuse me, does any of you have the key here? I think I'm in trouble."

　　 He had to look back and ask.

　　 "Each of them has a key. Maybe you can ask their opinion. Maybe someone will give you the key."

　　 The old beggar was still playing his strings, and in the harsh noise, everyone on the sofa said in turn:

　　 "No, your apples are too bad."

　　 "No, your story has no soul. I didn't feel your thoughts."

　　 "No, your reasoning is all sophistry, that is not the answer."

　　 "No, your guidance is wrong. I lost my way once and ran into a terrible woman."

　　 "No, eating myself didn't give me a feeling of fullness, I feel more hungry now."

　　 "No, what I want is fierce fighting, not fierce fighting."

　　 Jenkins' eyes trembled, and he asked again:

　　 "Then what do you want to do?"

　　The troublemaker on the sofa replied again:

　　 "We want to eat your hand, it may be as delicious as an apple."

　　 "I want your brain to see what's thinking in it."

　　 "I want your skull. It might be nice to sit on it while thinking."

　　 "I want your eyes and feet so that I can find the right way."

　　 "I want your offal, I like to eat that."

　　 "I want your sex, oh, hope it is as beautiful as your face."

"and so......"

　　 Jenkins finally looked at the old beggar who played the piano. He swore that he had never heard such a bad sound.

　　 "Satisfy any of them, and you will get the key. I didn't expect you to come here unharmed, but it is absolutely impossible to leave without paying anything."

　　 The tone of his speech matched the Qin's voice, which really made Jenkins angry. But most of the abilities along the way have been used, and even used [Mechanical Light] because of an illusion. Now he will definitely not be able to win the fight.

　　 "Then what do you want to keep?"

　　 The old beggar asked again, and then added: "The water is about to boil. I think your organs will taste better if you boil them."

　　 Jenkins certainly won't leave any part of himself here, but he really hasn't found a way yet. Looking at the row of corpses on the sofa, everyone has pockets on their clothes, and the keys may be inside.

　　 "Rush over and run away?"

　　 He made a simple and efficient plan, and then felt that he was more likely to be torn to pieces.

When 　　 was at a loss, he suddenly saw a shadow flashing past in the afterglow. It took a few seconds to pretend to look at both sides naturally. It turned out to be Mrs. Cooper, the landlord who had been missing for a long time. She probably also knew that the strange creatures in the treacherous realm could see her and kill her, so she deliberately hid in a corner that only Jenkins could see.

　　 Compared with the last side seen in the material world, the soul body is unusually transparent at this time, and the gray spirit body is still stained with a lot of black debris. She looked haggard, but she became more like a person than an evil spirit.

　　 Seeing that Jenkins noticed her, he stretched out his hand and pointed through the wall. Following the direction she pointed out, Jenkins saw three girls huddled together. One of them was exactly the same as Mrs. Cooper's child, and he even inferred that this was caught by the treacherous...

　　 "She took the risk to save her child?"

　　 An inexplicable emotion rushed to Jenkins's head. He regretted being outside just now and wanted to kill the evil spirits.

　　 Of course, I just regret it later, which belongs to the emotion generated by impulse.

　　 But the writer who claims to be "I'm not a good person" is definitely not a sentimental person, he is a refined egoist who only cares about himself.

　　 "Then...I will use my hands to exchange the keys."