Forces of Temptation

The one called "Papa" by the siblings was a woodcutter with a red face and thick black fingers.

Hearing his daughter's cry, he rushed out of the kitchen in a satin dress that didn't suit his temperament, holding a wooden spoon that was still stained with oil and soup.

The elder brother left the dining table, opened his hands, and walked towards his father unsteadily.

His belly had bulged so high that he looked like a deformed tumor bearer.

If the stomach and intestines of a normal person are forcibly stuffed with so much food, they will be overwhelmed and the obstruction will rupture.

Seeing his son and daughter suffering like this, the woodcutter was also in a state of confusion.

He hugged this one and went to comfort that one.

It's just that his language organization ability is really insufficient, and the words "it's okay" and "is it really uncomfortable" are reversed.

It's all nonsense.

After holding back for a long time, he finally uttered two useful sentences.

"Dad will call the doctor tomorrow."

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

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

She grabbed the tablecloth with thin, skin-covered fingers, and tore all the delicate delicacies and rough game to the ground.

She kicked and looked at the ground, and let out a high-decibel scream that was about to tear her vocal cords to blood: "I'm going to die!"

"I can't wait for tomorrow! I'm going to die!"

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

This kind of chaos, for a soft-eared man who was instigated by his later wife and wanted to abandon his two children, was an accident that seriously exceeded 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 curled up, and pressed against his swollen belly.

He couldn't help swallowing and looking at his saliva, trying not to look at his father.

His peacock-green eyes looked down, right into the mud-filled cracks between the floors.

Under the warm light, there is a gloomy chill.

Nanzhou and the others temporarily stayed away from this chaotic place.

In their physical condition, their time cannot afford to be wasted either.

Combining their experience of passing through the previous timeline, their goal should be to travel 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 opens that lets them go.

After looking around the house, the sky has completely darkened, except for a crescent moon, which is as cold and sharp as a fishhook, piercing a corner of the sky, causing the deep darkness to pour out continuously, rendering the sky as Intense deep black.

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

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

Candy House, and Daze.

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

Candy House, Daze, Log Cabin.

Behind the wooden house, there are still familiar trees and vines, blocking the possibility of them exploring other areas in depth.

Candy House and Daze, they've already explored.

Nan Zhou had carefully observed the candy house.

The door that originally 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 of every window of the cabin, turned his eyes around the corners, but couldn't find the familiar doorknob.

The decoration inside the log cabin is the most common farmer's house.

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

But looking at all these objects, Nan Zhou still couldn't 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, the people in the house could easily find the traces of the three intruders.

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

A strange name was engraved on the tomb.

There are only a few characters in "Candy House", and it's not difficult to get them right.

After the two children came home from seeing the witch's treasure, the stepmother fell ill and died.

This grave should belong to the stepmother.

The soil on the tomb is soft, and the inscriptions on the stele still contain stone chips that have not been cleaned.

At first glance, the new tomb and new stele seem to be nothing unusual.

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 fishy smell in the soil.

He rubbed his fingers, ground them finely, and sifted the twist of soil from his fingertips.

In the end, what was left on the tip of his thumb turned out to be a dark trace like rust.

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 of them gathered by the grave and had a short meeting.

Because the hunger was too high, Li Yinhang's nervousness seemed weak: "Has anyone ever dug a grave?"

Nan Zhou: "The question should be, 'Whose blood is it'."

...Li Yinhang quite admired Nan Zhou for being willing to speak out to cheer him up in such a state of exhaustion that he could say as little as possible.

So, she also forcibly cheered up from the depression, and slowly used her brain: "The three people in the room are not injured..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a coldness coiled up from the soil under his feet and pierced into Li Yinhang's vertebrae.

She sought the approval of the two in disbelief: "...it won't be..."

After guiding her thinking to keep up with them, Nan Zhou stopped caring about her and said to Jiang Fang, "Their anomalies are probably directly related to the candy house."

Li Yinhang: "Is it because they... ate the candy from the candy house?"

"It's not certain yet." Jiang Fang said, "Maybe it's the candy, or maybe it's the room itself."

Nanzhou added: "According to the fairy tale, the candy house is not maintained by the magic power of the witch. The evidence is that the candy house did not disappear after the witch was boiled to death. The candy house itself is independent of the witch, even, early It existed before the witches came here."

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

Nan Zhou nodded: "—Now, any food can't fill the stomachs of those children."

"It's not 'any food' that won't fill you up, exactly."

Jiang Fang said: "When its witches are still alive, why not use the candy that can be produced continuously to satisfy their hunger, instead of setting traps with bright candy houses to lure people into the house."

This conjecture that sent chills down one's spine made Li Yinhang almost unable to squat.

Li Yinhang stared at the voice and said: "Those who have eaten candy from the candy house... have been infected by the curse of the candy house. They have to eat human flesh to..."

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

"Didn't we all see it just now?" Nan Zhou said, "My brother's hunger is a little less than that of my sister."

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

Talking about it, Jiang Fang put his hand on the tombstone: "Maybe it's because he... looked behind everyone and ate something."

Li Yinhang already felt that his stomach was very empty, but upon hearing this, he almost retched and vomited.

She blocked her mouth abruptly and swallowed her voice.

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

Could it be that the door is under the tombstone?

Under the body of a... woman who's been eaten to pieces?

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

However, both of them actually had a little guess.

Suddenly, a cry of pain exploded in the cabin, like a sharp knife that provoked nerves, stabbing the three of them in unison.

They lowered their bodies to the window at the fastest speed, and looked inside——

With just one glance, Li Yinhang's complexion immediately turned pale.

Just now, the elder brother who was leaning against his father docilely, in a hugging gesture, ruthlessly tore off a mouthful of fresh meat from his father's neck.

Blood gushed out.

The woodcutter's father, not expecting this scene, howled in terror and terror, and tugged at his brother's clothes, trying to tear him off himself.

The elder brother was like a face-hugging bug, wrapping his arms tightly around his father's neck, using such an intimate posture, like chewing beef, crunching his father's flesh and blood.

Seeing this bloody scene, my sister was about to scream when her little freckled nose twitched weirdly.

... Another twitch.

Her peacock green eyes suddenly lit up, as if smelling the most delicious wolf in the world.

The impact of this picture of hell is too explosive.

As soon as Li Yinhang's legs went limp, he knelt down on the soft soil, lowered his head and covered his mouth, unable to bear it any longer, he retched continuously.

The sticky crystal clear gastric juice could not stop overflowing from between her fingers.

In the last dungeon, she had been watching "Bronze" bury her head climbing the mountain, but she had never seen such a scene.

After emptying the stomach juice, she couldn't bear to hear the screams coming from the window, so she shrank herself into a ball, blocked her ears, and fixed her eyes on Jiangfang and Nanzhou.

If they don't care about it, they don't care about it.

If they want to act bravely, follow suit.

Because Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang had seen Zheng Xinghe who had disassembled himself into parts on the snowy mountain, and they had already made psychological preparations, their reactions were naturally not as strong as Li Yinhang's.

Fortunately, the house is now in a mess.

The father rolled on the ground, crying and wailing.

The two green-eyed little wolves only cared about their rumbling stomachs and the delicious food that was close at hand.

None of them had time to care about the slight commotion outside the window.

Seeing the other wolf cub start to circle around his father who was rushing left and right like a trapped animal anxiously and greedily, 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?"

Nan Zhou: "Attract them, and then control them."

Jiang Fang stared at him closely: "You want to save this woodcutter?"

Nan Zhou also returned a serious look: "Yes."

Jiang Fang's hand holding his wrist slightly exerted force: "How much power can your light chain exert now? Under such light conditions?"

Nan Zhou: "There is no chain, and I am myself."

Jiang Fang: "Are you sure you want to expend unnecessary energy here?"

Nanzhou: "What is 'unnecessary'?"

Jiang Fang's voice was extremely low, and he spoke extremely fast: "Mr. Nan, don't forget that we came against time."

"In the previous timeline, there was 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 were to go back the way we were?"

"You don't think so."

Nan Zhou turned his head.

There was no accusation or anger in his voice, just a calm statement of the facts: "You're thinking that the 'door' might be on that woodcutter."

Li Yinhang firmly plugged his ears, and looked blankly at the two people who were rarely in dispute.

The voices of the two of them were only heard by each other, mixed with the screams in the room, she had no idea what the two were arguing about.

She could only vaguely see that Nan Zhou was saying "door".

Obviously, the door that allows them to leave does not exist on the bright side.

Since the door is a non-fixed prop that can be moved in this game, it is very likely that it is hidden in some places that are difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

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

For example, on the woodcutter who no longer exists in the previous world line.

It's highly unlikely that the door is in the tomb, since the stepmother isn't much involved with the candy house.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this door is a symbol of the sin of the elder brother exhuming and eating the corpse, and it does exist in the tomb.

They could have quietly dug up the tomb for verification after the three of them had had enough trouble.

This also means that they cannot intervene in the tragedy of children eating their fathers.

Once their whereabouts are exposed, the hungry brothers and sisters are very likely to point their fangs at them.

The most sensible and most appropriate way is to not expose yourself at all, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, let them fight within themselves, and then play by ear.

More importantly, due to hunger, Nan Zhou's physical strength must be greatly reduced.

Faced with these two hungry and crazy 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 he was helpless because of the ridiculous hunger.

Seeing that he was so stubborn and wanted to get rid of himself, Jiang Fang's anger suddenly rose.

He grabbed Nan Zhou's wrist and gave it a hard squeeze.

After a joint crack, Jiang Fang blurted out, "Teacher Nan... Nan Zhou!"

"Don't get too involved, he's just a game character, not a human being!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fang bit his tongue.

The smell of blood, like rust, flooded his taste buds.

When Nan Zhou heard these words, he suddenly became quiet.

...he should have known.

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

Now is not the best time to expose yourself.

Exposing yourself will not only invite attacks, but it is also very likely to cut off the way back.

Not to mention wasting precious physical strength in vain, it would also implicate the weak Li Yinhang.

However, for a moment, Nan Zhou and the woodcutter felt empathy.

Because it is also fighting to see some kind of irresistible fate.

Because that unknown judgment will inexplicably come to him one day.

This reminded Nan Zhou of his past self.

After recognizing the situation clearly, he squatted beside the stiff Jiang Fang, thinking calmly that Brother Fang's words just now sounded familiar.

It seems that, once, Nan Zhou also heard such a sentence somewhere.

Where is it?