The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 487 Fairy Tale 4
"Where are we now? That's a good question."

Zhu Mingyao looked around seriously, his eyes swept across the sky dyed orange by the setting sun, and then slowly moved back to the strange and quiet village in front of him.

The gray-yellow parchment scroll was shaken open, and on the geographical outline composed of simple lines, only one of the four pale golden cursors remained, and the lonely cursive characters flickered dimly.

"...'A Quiet Little Mountain Village', eh, it's a really simple name, but that's not important!" Throwing aside the place name that was full of makeshift meaning, he pointed.

"The important thing is, since you are the protagonists of the first three stories, there shouldn't be much suspense about the remaining one."

Simon touched his mouth tremblingly to wipe away the saliva foam. His eyes were fixed on a small flying insect flying in the air, as if a homeless man who had been hungry for three days saw a delicious grilled steak.

The experience just now was not really wonderful. Even after he regained his human form, the residual instinct from inside out was still with him, making him feel nauseous and he couldn't help but let out a heartfelt whine:
"I hope so. I'm really tired of this trip." He said with a bitter face.

"Let's go quickly. I just want to end this right now and go home to mend my broken heart. As for the fight between mythical beings, I'd better ask the authorities to send someone to handle it."

"Heh..." Zhu Mingyao smacked his lips and chuckled.

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." He laughed slowly and softly.

"What are you talking about?" Simon used all his willpower to resist the urge to stick out his tongue.

"Nothing." Zhu Mingyao stared at the smoke rising from the rooftops in the distance, his eyes flickering.

"What I mean is that the end of the journey often hides unexpected scenery..." He murmured in a tiny voice that only he could hear.

Without wasting too much time, this feeling was as fleeting as dew under the morning sun.

A small figure suddenly jumped out from the corner of the village street, holding a bunch of colorful flowers in her little hands, and ran towards them happily. She was a little girl about eleven or twelve years old.

She had black braids and a freckled face with an innocent smile and her big, bright eyes were serene and flawless.

The little girl ran up to the group of people fearlessly, raised her head, and held the flowers in her hand high.

"Are you here to help Mr. Cat defeat the monsters in the forest?"

Unlike his companions who were confused by the nonsensical questions, Zhu Mingyao, who had figured out the plot of the story, had already retrieved the corresponding materials from his knowledge.

He raised his hand nonchalantly to stop his friends' questions:

"My dear lady, does your Mr. Cat like to carry a long sword and wear a pair of small leather boots?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Zhu Mingyao smiled slightly, his eyes moved to the other person's old Mediterranean-style linen jacket, and there seemed to be a flicker of memory in his eyes.

He squatted down so that he could look at the little girl, and said very gently:
"Then please lead the way."

……

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"Well……"

Another mouthful of sour and smelly gastric juice came out. Ricky mechanically brought the coffee cup to his mouth and skillfully drank the bitter and fragrant hot drink to wash away the remaining odor in the cavity.

The bright yellow flames in the fireplace danced, emitting a warm atmosphere, illuminating his deathly pale face and dimming it.

"If you drink any more, I'm worried about your urinary system..." the sturdy black young man said with gritted teeth, a hint of ridicule in his concerned tone.

"You should go to the hospital for a thorough check-up. After all, you and that 'mermaid', um... spent so many nights together..." "Hmm!"

The unbearable memories came flooding back again. Ricky covered his mouth hard and jumped up from the sofa as if there was a spring on his butt.

"I'd rather die than tell anyone about this!"

He clenched his fists viciously, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to kill someone.

"We'll take care of the physical examination when Beverly and the others come back. As for you, now, all of you, forget about this matter forever!"

Seeing that he seemed to be ready to die together to cover up his dark history, Bill and Mike hurriedly smiled and agreed.

"It's been almost a day, I'll go take a look." After joking for a few words, Bill looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and said with some concern.

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and analyzed seriously: "Although they said that they expect to be able to solve it, it is still better to be cautious. I will go to the police station to wait. If they don't come back in another hour, I will report to the authorities immediately."

Bill stood up, picked up his clothes, opened the door and was about to go in, and then - he stopped there.

His mouth gradually opened into an exaggerated arc, and an expression of extreme astonishment appeared on his face.

The houses, roads, churches, and shops, the hometown that I had known since childhood, had been shrouded in a vast expanse of yellow dust, and was disappearing rapidly.

Delhi is a coastal area. When will a sandstorm come? Has the natural environment of the Federation deteriorated to this extent?

However, he had only half of his thought when a blanket of dust rushed towards him. In an instant, the entire house, including himself and the figures of several young men, were completely submerged in it.

They fell into a deep sleep in 1/10 second amid the dazzling changes of light and shadow. They could only hear the slightest rush of air in their ears and were in a trance, not knowing where they were.

A green light floated up from Ricky's chest and transformed into a miniature oak tree symbol. It was the protection the four-member team had cast when they rescued him, barely keeping him conscious for a few seconds.

Taking advantage of this little time, he forced his eyelids open and watched the last scene -

The residents of the town floated in the air, pulled by a mysterious force to a wilderness several kilometers away, where a group of black-haired and black-eyed Asians were waiting, placing them properly on stretchers.

In the original small town, a ball of pale yellow light spread across the sky, like the majestic and unchanging earth.

……

The halo spread rapidly downwards, like flowing water, and in an instant it penetrated hundreds of meters of soil and sand and appeared in the huge cave.

The wooden door of the old wardrobe with mottled paint was wide open, and a vortex of colorful light inside was spinning violently and trembling, as if it would fall apart at any time.

At this moment, the surging energy of the earth veins in all directions materialized from the void and injected into a wonderful pattern composed of six short horizontal lines, like a thick layer of rock pressing on the old wardrobe, suppressing all changes.

"You are good at 'Earthly Position Kun'. It calms all things. Your Kung Fu has improved again."

"No, no, it's just the right medicine for the right condition."

"Old brothers, stop flattering each other and act quickly. These are two great white sharks. Even if they are caught in the net, you must be careful not to get caught!"

Several thoughts exchanged with each other in an instant, and without hesitation turned into a faint white light and rushed into the door of space.

(End of this chapter)