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Chapter 270: No Time to Think of a Title

A strong wind swept across the ground, and dust mixed with withered leaves flew towards them, making their eyes itch.

The strongest supermodel in history quickly averted his gaze, as if he hadn't seen anything. He awkwardly raised his hand to rub his eyes, and his throat, dry from the wind, emitted a somewhat grating sound: "Little Green Hat's home is on the other side of the forest, let's hurry over there..."

The fat man stiffly turned his neck back and nodded without objection.

The two of them simultaneously lifted their feet and continued walking forward.

The crescent moon hung high overhead, seemingly motionless for a long time. Its curved shape resembled a gaping mouth, mocking and laughing at those below.

The wind whistled through the forest, and in the darkness, a whooshing sound came from overhead, as if someone were clapping and cheering.

It's like a farcical stage play is being performed here.

Some people were grinning, while others were clapping and cheering.

Only those who are actually in the situation can truly feel that deep-seated malice.

At this point, there are only three characters present.

A frail, overweight man.

A seemingly frail supermodel may not actually be a supermodel.

There was also Elizabeth, who hid among the lush foliage, peeking out with one eye and staring intently at the two of them.

The two fat men wrapped themselves tightly in the wolf pelts, almost completely covering themselves, as if this would shield them from the malicious gaze that was pressing close to them.

It seems we need to find Little Green Hat and her grandfather first...

As the fat man walked quickly through the forest, he was still quite a distance from Little Green Hat's dwelling.

Isn't there any other way?

Are they destined to be monitored by Elizabeth and do as she says?
The cold wind of the night made the fat man's mind very clear. He walked forward while his mind raced, but he couldn't think of any other way.

We can only take it one step at a time...

That said, the mission is to escape Fairy Tale City. Although they have no clue at the moment, perhaps they can look for clues on their way to Little Green Hat's house.
Perhaps there's a way out of the fairytale city in the forest?
Although they still do not know how big Fairy Tale City is.

At this time, although it was the middle of the night, the streets of the royal city were still bustling with people.

The lights in the shops along the street were all on, and the transparent glass windows shone brightly. The freshly baked pastries inside showed an enticing color, and a little strawberry jam drizzled out. Although you couldn't smell it through the window, you could imagine the warm aroma of the food just by looking at the crispy pastries.

At that moment, a little girl was peering longingly at the pastries that looked fresh from the oven, pressed against the shop window.

The little girl had a basket tucked under her left arm, as if she couldn't even afford a cloth to cover it, so the goods inside were left exposed.

There were only three lighters inside.

A gold lighter.

A silver lighter.

There was also a box of lighters that looked no different from ordinary lighters.

It seems she didn't sell a single one.

A cloth was placed at the bottom of the basket, seemingly to prevent the few remaining items from falling through the gaps below.

Her clothes were tattered, with a piece of cloth even torn off her knees, and she was filthy. Her ragged clothes would sway in the wind.

Along with the rags, the little girl also moved. Every gust of wind would make her shiver violently for a while, but her eyes never left the shop window, as if the fragrant pastries behind the cold glass could bring her warmth.

People were coming and going around.

The elegant lady, chin held high, carried her dog and walked towards a nearby cake shop, then walked out with her head held high again.

A man with gleaming leather shoes that were almost reflective arrived at the entrance of a restaurant.

The two doormen eagerly bent down to open the door, repeating what they had done for the previous guest, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were just two robots dedicated to opening doors.

It seemed that no one noticed the little girl dressed in tattered clothes.

At that moment, a person who stood out from the atmosphere of everyone else on the street suddenly appeared.

She wore a plaid skirt that made movement difficult, her hair was loosely draped behind her, and a pair of flat women's leather shoes made a creaking sound on the blue brick floor.

Her attire was somewhat unusual.

He was somewhat different from the other people on the street.

Because this is a player.

Some people glanced at her curiously, but they were few and far between. Most people didn't pay much attention to this strangely dressed woman on the street; they were still engrossed in their own business.

007 breathed a slight sigh of relief as he looked at the crowds of people coming and going on the street.

She was still wandering in the forest as night fell.

Upon entering the instance, she was immediately placed in a forest, and there was no way to get out. Players could freeze to death inside the instance, as her friend had experienced.

The temperature tonight is not ideal; you'd definitely freeze to death if you wore a plaid skirt outside.

However, not long after it got completely dark, she saw a small wooden cabin in the distance, a small wooden cabin in the forest.

Warm light shone through the windows of the wooden house. Although there were concerns, the primary concern was to ensure that they would not freeze to death.

She had no choice but to slowly approach the wooden house in the forest.

007 was very careful and did not directly ask if anyone was inside. Instead, he cleverly pressed his ear against the door to listen for any sounds from inside.

She certainly heard something extraordinary.

The screams of women, the cacophony of male screams, and... the sound of chainsaws?

007 made a decisive move, grabbing his still-weak legs and sprinting in the opposite direction.

Fortunately, she was lucky enough to run all the way to the town.

However, something was strange. She had just seen a group of people at the border between the forest and the village. There was nothing unusual about a group of people, but they were all wearing the same clothes. 007 didn't look closely and ran straight here.

And what's in front of me is...

A little girl selling lighters? No, she's selling lighters.

"Big sister." At this moment, the little girl in front of the shop window seemed to notice 007 next to her and turned her head to look at her carefully.

007 remembers that this mission is to escape the fairytale city.

But she had absolutely no idea how to escape or what they should do.

Perhaps they are asked to help the game NPCs in order to obtain clues?
The little girl in front of me should be considered an important NPC, right?
As 007 pondered this, she bent down slightly and smiled, "Is there anything I can help you with, little sister?"

The child is less than 007's waist and looks only seven or eight years old.

007 seems to really like children; he even reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair twice while he was talking.

The little girl clearly hadn't expected her head to be treated like that, and her face flushed red. Then she said in a soft, sweet voice, "Big sister, would you like to buy a box of lighters? Maybe you can see what you want in the light of a lighter."

As she spoke, she vigorously lifted the basket in her hand, as if wanting the customer to see clearly what was inside.

Seeing what she wanted... wasn't it just about completing the dungeon quest? Unfortunately, although 007 really wanted to complete the quest, she was broke and had no money.

Not to mention the currency in this dungeon, she didn't even have many in-game coins. Her death rate in the dungeon wasn't high, so she didn't lose much. However, she simply didn't have enough in-game coins, and she couldn't save them up anytime soon.

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, the little girl tiptoed slightly and whispered, "Sister, there's a forest nearby. You can go there and collect some dry branches to sell. If you're lucky, you might even find some other things..."

So this counts as a task assigned by an NPC?
007 straightened up. Although there might be something terrifying in that forest, she still had to go. She couldn't abandon her mission just because there was something scary there.

She rubbed her head, feeling a bit of a headache, and then turned to look in the direction she had come from.

She remembered that there seemed to be some dead branches at the boundary between the forest and the village.

It's really not worth it to have to collect dry branches to sell in order to buy a lighter...

007 turned around and smiled at the little girl: "Wait here for a bit, I'll come right back once I've exchanged the money."

Suddenly, the little girl stepped forward and tugged at her clothes: "Please wait a moment."

As she spoke, she pulled out the piece of cloth from under her basket.

007 then realized that it wasn't a piece of cloth, but a tattered shirt.

“The villagers over there don’t like outsiders coming to their area to pick up things, and they all wear the same clothes. If you wear this, they won’t recognize you as an outsider.”

The little girl looked up at 007 and smiled, her smile radiant.

007 hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes and put them on. She had indeed seen quite a few people wearing these kinds of clothes when she came from the forest.

The little girl was right.

After putting on his clothes, 007 nodded to the girl carrying the basket and then left in the direction he had come from.

The little girl remained standing there, her bright smile unchanged, until 007's figure disappeared into the darkness.

In a nearby cake shop, Chu Changge, dressed in a shop assistant uniform, stared intently through the glass window at 007's departing figure.

The wall lamp cast a soft light, illuminating the nostrils of the woman at the counter.

At this moment, the woman was tilting her chin up high, opening and closing her mouth as she said to Chu Changge, "Give me a donut."

This is the third time this lady has come tonight.

Behind the counter were several people wearing identical uniforms; they were all employees of the cake shop.

They were busy at the moment, their hands never idle, and thanks to them, the cakes in the display case were all full.

Chu Changge glanced at the people around him but didn't move.

The woman in front of me was still looking down her nose at me: "Give me a donut."

Thanks to the wall lamp, the nose hairs inside the woman's nostrils were clearly visible, which was somewhat nauseating.

Chu Changge didn't care about any of that.

He pushed up his glasses and took off his uniform while standing behind the cabinet.

The people nearby didn't react.

Chu Changge paused for a moment, then pushed open the counter door and stepped out.

Still no response.

Only the lady with the nostrils, head held high and motionless, repeated once more: "Give me a donut."

The lights in the cake shop were very bright, but they gave people a strange feeling of coolness.

Chu Changge didn't linger. Instead, he strode towards the door, pushed it open, and walked further and further down the street until he completely blended into the night and his figure disappeared from sight.

Meanwhile, the customers inside the store kept repeating the same sentence.

At this point, 007 had arrived at the border between the forest and the village.

Although there were some dead branches here, there weren't many, and it took her quite a long time to find a few.

"It's a bit cold..."

After picking up the items for a while, 007 rested in a nearby tent.

For some reason, there are many tents of various sizes in this place. Some are quite old, while others seem to have been built not long ago. Although they are not as warm as houses, they can at least keep out the cold wind.

Just after she had been resting in the tent for a while, she suddenly saw a white figure emerge from the woods and walk in one direction.

In the dead of night, a white shadow, in the woods.

These elements combined look like those in a horror movie, and since this is a horror instance, it's not surprising that such elements are present.

However, 007 quickly realized that the white figure was not a terrifying element, but a person.

A person who appears to be a doctor.

His white coat was fluttering slightly in the wind, and he had a large guitar slung over his back.

Like a doctor who is unwilling to give up his hobbies.

It has to be said that it's really a bit creepy for a doctor to appear in a white coat in this kind of setting in the middle of the night.

However, 007 wasn't thinking about whether it was creepy or not.

"Such a strange outfit, could it be another player?" She bit her lip.

The instance starts with eight players.

But she hasn't encountered any of them yet, and she certainly can't let go of this person who is very likely a player.

As he thought about it, 007 quickly crawled out of the tent, stood up, and tried to chase after them.

Unfortunately, the white figure disappeared too quickly, vanishing in an instant.

If she hadn't seen it clearly, she would have really thought a ghost had just floated past her.

007 plopped down on the warm ground he'd just sat on: "Never mind... he really does run fast..."

At this moment, a doctor arrived on the bustling streets of the royal city.

Gu Mian slung the chainsaw over her shoulder and looked around at the bustling street.

The streets are lined with a dazzling array of shops, including clothing stores, cake shops, beverage shops, pastry shops, and restaurants.

Bright lights shone through the glass shop windows, illuminating the bustling street as if it were daytime.

Of course, the majority of them are still street vendors.

There were many vendors on both sides of the sidewalk, but they all looked rather listless, and didn't even look up when people passed by.

Gu Mian glanced at the things they were selling...

Strange, why are almost all of them the same?

(End of this chapter)