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Having found the information he wanted, Zhu Mingyao revealed an expression of relief, quickly dismissed the buzzing "fly" in his ear, and then his figure flickered and transformed into a phantom as he drifted away.

Only the wolf's head remained, rolling a few times on the ground, its gaping maw still opening and closing, its fangs exposed.

"...You will face the same fate as that old woman who sheltered the false king, and be swallowed by the general..."

……

A small, simple wooden house is hidden among the lush forest, like a casual stroke of ink in nature, living a life of peace and tranquility.

Years of footprints have flattened the soil, carving out a winding path through the lush wild grass that stretches into the distance.

Peering through the crack in the door, one could see a roaring fire in the stove, the firewood crackling and mingling with the occasional birdsong from outside the window, creating a scene reminiscent of a tranquil pastoral poem.

A wisp of smoke rises from the rooftop chimney, mingling with the thin mist in the woods; anyone who sees it would praise the serene beauty of the world.

However, all of this is predicated on having a strong enough heart to ignore the faintly visible scarlet eyes hidden among the surrounding weeds and bushes.

Their hungry eyes were lurking, scanning every inch of the surrounding space, ready to savor the delicious flesh and blood at any moment.

Even though they are individuals that evolved from some kind of law, they still retain the primal wildness and instincts of real living beings, adding a subtle sense of killing intent to the air.

Suddenly a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the soft rustling of leaves, as if whispering secrets in one's ear. Instantly, the murderous aura vanished and all was silent.

In the distance along the forest path, a red shadow appeared, skipping and hopping towards them.

It was a petite figure, completely covered by a crimson hooded cloak, with a few strands of black hair falling loose at the edges, indicating the person's gender and age.

The long hem of her dress swayed gently with her movements, like a strange red flower in bloom.

Her steps were light and brisk, brimming with vitality; even the withered branches and fallen leaves beneath her feet seemed to come alive because of her arrival.

The long distance was only a few minutes for the young woman, and she soon arrived at the cabin.

She lifted the basket from her arms and skillfully pushed open the door.

“Dear mother-in-law, I have brought some medicinal wine, snacks and fruit from the doctor.”

Perhaps due to the echo, her voice sounded unusually deep, quite different from her youthful appearance.

There were no windows in the room; only the flickering flames from the fireplace illuminated a hunched figure on the bed.

"Cough cough, I'm so sorry, I should be the one taking care of you..." It seemed to be an elderly woman's cough mixed with panting, hoarse and heavy like a broken bellows.

“The witch’s henchmen are everywhere, and for safety’s sake, I shouldn’t let you leave the forest and appear in public.”

The thick blanket slipped off. The old woman on the bed turned over and struggled to sit up.

Her disheveled gray hair, like weeds, peeked out from under her soft hat, obscuring most of her face, leaving only a pair of deep-set yet unusually bright eyes that shone in the darkness.

"You've lost so much weight, and your eyes even look bigger than before," the young girl said in surprise. Concerned, she quickly stepped forward, gently picked up the blanket, and covered the old woman's body again.

"My dear baby, that's perfect, I can see you even more clearly now." The old man's voice was weak, but it carried a warm smile, giving people a sense of comfort.

She raised her arm and gently beckoned. “Come, child, sit closer, let me take a good look at you. These days I keep dreaming of you as a child, so lively, your eyes full of curiosity about the world…”

As he spoke, the old man led the girl to sit on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her head, the dry skin making a rustling sound as it touched the fabric of the hood.

"When I was little? I wasn't..." The girl suddenly felt a wave of confusion, as if her thoughts were a bag of vegetables thrown into a blender, with several contradictory memories rising and falling.

She touched her slightly aching forehead, then decided to ignore it. "You should take your medicine..."

"Hehe, medicine alone is not enough." The old woman brought her white-haired head close to her ear, breathing out warm, moist air.

"And your flesh and blood!"

The gentle, warm words suddenly turned into fierce and ruthless attacks, and the sharp, white teeth, mixed with the smell of blood, snapped down.

A spray of blood!

"Cuckoo..."

Having successfully carried out a meticulously planned sneak attack, the gray-white wolf head, now revealing its true form, seemed somewhat bewildered.

The flesh that was bitten into was indeed succulent, but... it seemed a little too succulent? The teeth could only penetrate a layer of skin before making any further progress.

This is practically a thick piece of rubber!

Before it could even figure it out, a fist slammed into its belly, causing the werewolf's body to snap in half, crashing through the wooden wall and flying out of the house.

Like other canines that have been brutally beaten, it growled pitifully, its eyes filled with a mixture of malice and fear as it peered into the house through the hole.

The small fist writhed and gradually transformed into a large hand with distinct knuckles, then ripped off the onesie cloak.

"I love you so much!"

The barbarian older sister, with her highly recognizable bronze face, bared her teeth and touched the blood seeping from her steel-like trapezius muscles as she roared furiously at the wolves emerging from all directions.

"What a lousy place! They're trying to trick me into playing this sissy game of house!"

Regaining her senses amidst the intense pain, she yanked her arm behind her back, flames surging from the black steel axe, and she was swept away like a raging whirlwind.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, and wolfhounds howled, as the giant axe was wielded with the power of a dog-beating stick technique.

"When I was a kid, I never read silly fairy tales, and I never liked princess dresses, not because I couldn't afford them..."

"It seems I overheard some highly confidential personal information. Should I wait a while before going out?"

Witnessing this frenzied scene, Zhu Mingyao concealed himself on a distant tree branch, feeling a pang of sympathy.

Chapter 485 Fairy Tale 2

"So, you don't know where the others are?"

The foul-smelling blood flowed everywhere, staining the soil and sand a deep purple color. The air was filled with a pungent odor of rust and decay, making it almost suffocating.

The corpses of wolf monsters were scattered all over the ground, and even if you brought in professional morticians, you wouldn't be able to piece together many complete bodies.

However, their "sacrifice" was not in vain...

Looking at his eldest sister, who had vented her anger and looked quite pleased with herself, Zhu Mingyao silently offered a completely insincere condolence.

"Yeah, ever since I fell into this weird place, I've been in a daze. If it hadn't hurt just now, I'd still be playing house like a kid!" Holger complained angrily, touching the wound on his neck.

"It's disgusting. I hate enemies who are all flash and no substance and never actually fight."

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the blood-stained teeth marks and secretly felt fortunate. The opponent's move seemed childish and absurd, but it actually concealed deadly intent. If it were an ordinary superhuman, after their consciousness was manipulated, they would probably not be able to withstand that throat-locking bite.

No one expected that what would happen next would be a "Little Red Riding Hood" with a fist strong enough to support a person, an arm strong enough to support a horse, and skin as thick as steel.

Just as they were talking, the largest wolf carcass on the ground suddenly trembled, its belly and the coarse cloth nightgown covering its body split open, and a thin figure rolled out.

"The Ice Witch's minions have found this place; you must find the other three companions..."

The elderly woman lay sprawled on the ground, not even bothering to stand up, and began shouting urgently with utmost dedication.

"Well... here we go again." Zhu Mingyao rolled his eyes and helplessly covered his forehead. I haven't even had a cameo as a passing hunter to gut someone, and you can't wait to make your own appearance. Are you rushing to make a cameo in another film?

"It seems that the so-called four wise kings are members of your team." He sighed.

"But what's the point?" Holger swung his arm, still unsatisfied. "Turn us into these birds just for fun?"

“It’s not surprising that Pan Zheng, the master of the alternate dimension, is entangled with two ancient gods, so any strange changes could happen.” Zhu Mingyao shrugged.

"Let's go now and see which stories they've become characters in?"

Ignoring the old woman's still-perfect performance, he unfolded the sheepskin map given to him by the otter couple and selected another target.

The vortex of white light flashed again, engulfing the two figures.

When they regained their footing, a completely different scene unfolded before them: the lush green forest had been replaced by an endless ocean, with azure waves crashing against the rocks and piling up layers of foam.

The simple dock on the harbor, only about one meter wide, complements the dilapidated boats moored next to it, presenting the word "shabby" in a concrete way.

However, compared to the dilapidated fisherman's hut next to them, the two unfortunate men's appearance could actually be described as decent.

The tattered net, soaked in seaweed juice and mud, was unrecognizable. Look at the sparse, broken mesh; even after being patched and repaired, it was much lighter than when it was first woven. It was likely that any slightly larger fish could easily break through its defenses single-handedly.

But even this weight seemed like an unbearable burden for the extremely moldy wooden walls. The jagged, cracked walls trembled in the sea breeze, emitting mournful cries, as if they were about to go on strike at any moment.

Well, perhaps we don't need to wait until the next second...

"Dangdang!"

The crooked door panel, along with a section of the door frame, collapsed to the ground. A hunched old man staggered out, and the sea breeze took the opportunity to rush in, carrying the saltiness of the sea and the bright sunlight, temporarily illuminating the dim space.

"Foolish old man, go find that goldfish and tell it we want a big house!" A bloated mountain of flesh roared, but it was a woman with a fierce face.

The old man turned around cautiously, seemingly oblivious to the two people who had suddenly appeared, and was about to walk straight towards the sea.

"This time, the play has become 'The Fisherman and the Goldfish'?" Although the old fisherman looked worried, he looked exactly like Edkins. Zhu Mingyao reached out to grab him, feeling both annoyed and amused.

Surprisingly, his arm seemed to pass right through the other person as if it were a phantom.

"Can't we use force to intervene?" After trying various methods, Zhu Mingyao realized that the two of them seemed to be in different dimensions from the other party, and no matter what they did, they could not touch each other at all.

Just as he was trying repeatedly, a large, golden fish emerged from the waves and began to talk to the "fisherman."

The subsequent plot twists were rather unremarkable; the dilapidated wooden house was replaced by a large brick house, which was then transformed into a gentry's mansion, and soon after, into an aristocratic estate.

The once clear blue sea was now stained with endless filth, turning into a deep, chaotic mess. Dark clouds gathered in the bright sky, and the mournful wind howled like a sob.

"You useless man, hurry up and run..."

"What do you mean by too greedy? Since I am your wife, you should unconditionally satisfy all my needs!"

As the gluttonous curses continued, Edkins' face gradually blurred, and his expression slowly became numb and humble amidst the constant changes.

"He's about to lose himself."

Even Holger, who wasn't very skilled in magic, could see that the situation was rapidly deteriorating. He jumped around anxiously, but no matter how he tried to stop him, it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water. He could only helplessly lean close to his friend's ear and yell.

"Wake up! Why are you obeying her so readily? This old sow isn't your real father!"

Her shouts hadn't been very hopeful, but Edkin suddenly stopped, listened intently with a puzzled look, as if he had sensed something.

While Zhu Mingyao was deep in thought, a thought suddenly struck him, and his mind raced. He blurted out a sentence.

"You found the goldfish, so why is she so greedy?"

Edkins slowed his movements by a third, and his facial expression became a little more lively.

Seeing that his methods were working, Zhu Mingyao felt more confident. It seemed that breaking the strange situation depended entirely on the other party realizing the situation themselves.

Since that's the case, let me show you the ultimate art of online banter from the future!

"As the saying goes, men are responsible for earning money to support the family, while women are responsible for being beautiful." Zhu Mingyao spoke fluently, wishing he had a keyboard.