I sell Coke in the doomsday

I became more and more confused about the situation, and pinched my face hard, trying to confirm whether I was having a bizarre dream. However, the pain in my face made me lose the last glimmer of hope.

The sky was azure blue, with clouds forming lovely shapes, the sun was shining brightly, and from the castle in the distance came the sound of people's laughter.

I looked at the fairy-tale castle in the distance, frowned, and decided to go into the castle first to take a look and get familiar with this strange world.

However, just as I raised my foot, a strange thought popped into my mind and kept flashing through my consciousness like a brainwash.

My body stiffened, a hint of hesitation flashed in my eyes, then I turned around and walked towards the dense forest behind me. At this moment, a beard grew on my face, a bow and quiver were on my back, and an axe was in my hand.

'I am a hunter and I am going to hunt in the forest today.'

Such a strange thought prompted me to walk deeper into the forest, as if it was my mission.

It sounds like a voice-over, but also like a mysterious brainwashing method.

I could actually resist this strange idea, but after thinking about it, I decided to follow the instructions and see what was going on.

In the dense forest, the branches and leaves of the trees are intertwined, and the trunks are tall and thin, which is a kind I have never seen before. There is a wide road in the forest. On both sides of the road, colorful flowers are blooming, completely against their own season.

I strode along the road, axe in hand. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and bees were flapping their wings, making buzzing sounds.

If you ignore my current strange situation, the scenery here is actually very beautiful. The treetops are like a continuous sea, extending to invisible places. A thin mist covers the sky, making everything hazy.

Suddenly, a wolf howled from not far away. I subconsciously tightened my grip on the axe and moved toward the source of the sound.

And at this moment, that strange thought began to try to command me again.

'Leave, the area ahead cannot be approached'

I originally didn't have much interest in the wolf howl, but after this strange thought came to my mind, it aroused my curiosity. Such a tense command proved that the wolf howl was not simple.

It was easy to hide in the dense jungle. I crept along the tall trees and finally saw an exaggeratedly large gray wolf.

I held my breath, hid in the dark, and carefully observed the big bad wolf.

This big wolf was as big as a horse. It stopped in place and kept scratching the ground with its paws, as if it was waiting for something.

Soon, a clear singing voice came from the road in the distance, followed by a little girl in a red hat, carrying a basket, skipping over.

The corner of my eye twitched, and I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart. I always felt that this combination was a little too familiar.

The little girl skipped all the way to the big bad wolf. She was not afraid of the big bad wolf at all. Instead, she spoke to the big bad wolf politely.

"Hello, Mr. Big Bad Wolf."

The big bad wolf lowered his head and looked at the poor little girl in front of him. He exhaled hot air from his mouth and actually made a human-like sound.

"Hello, Little Red Riding Hood."

After hearing the big bad wolf's voice, there was a sudden roar in my ears. I could no longer hear any other sounds. I was left with shock.

Damn, what the hell is going on?

Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? Am I in a fairy tale?

While I was stunned, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf had finished their conversation. Instigated by the Big Bad Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood gave up the flat road and took the small path that was not easy to walk on.

The Big Bad Wolf follows the story and starts along the main road, preparing to eat Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother before Little Red Riding Hood arrives.

After watching the two fairy tale characters leave, I raised the axe in my hand, looked at the bow and arrow on my back, and suddenly an idea dawned on me.

So, am I playing the role of the hunter in the story of Little Red Riding Hood? After figuring it out, my brows furrowed even tighter.

I don’t know what force interfered, but I was pulled into a fairy tale world. Before coming here, the last thing I saw was the glowing book in the theater.

Could it be that the book was a fairy tale book, and Tongtong and I were pulled into the book by a strange force?

No, it is not necessarily a physical entity entering, it may also be the spirit entering an extremely real illusion.

I remembered the castle I saw at the first moment, and the people with black hair and black eyes outside the castle. They all looked Asian, including Little Red Riding Hood. Although I couldn’t see her hair, her facial features also looked Asian.

If we think back to the humans sitting in the auditorium in a real theater, are the people in this world also played by them?

Just like the strange thought in my head that does not belong to me, because they do not have a strange body like mine, they completely forget everything and play the role of the fairy tale conscientiously.

"Tsk."

I smacked my lips softly, took a breath of cold air, and felt a headache. Although I had roughly figured out the truth, I had even less idea how to escape from this world.

What force is controlling all this?

At this moment, the thought in my mind that did not belong to me began to urge me again, asking me to hurry to the wooden house where Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother lived in the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

Snapped!

I slapped my head hard, trying to drive the annoying thought out of my body, but it was of no use. The strange thought kept urging me on.

After a long time, I sighed, forced myself to ignore that strange thought, and continued walking deeper into the forest.

Today, let the Big Bad Wolf have a happy ending. At least there will be no hunter in the story of Little Red Riding Hood today.

I think this world cannot really kill real people, otherwise the audience in the theater would not have remained without any casualties.

And now, I want to see how this spiritual world will react if the fixed characters do not act according to the development of the story.

Chapter 174: Strange Gathering (IV)

After getting away from the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood in the fairy tale, I continued to move in the opposite direction of them.

Being in the jungle, I lost my accurate perception of time. The sun in the sky never moved, like a giant light bulb fixed in one place.

'Off course, off course'

In my mind, that strange thought that didn't belong to me seemed to be in a state of malfunction, repeating itself over and over again, seeming a little stiff.

I forced myself to ignore the thought and kept moving forward. I don't know how long I had walked, but the dense forest remained the same as before, as if every tree here was exactly the same.

Just as I was becoming increasingly anxious, other voices finally came from the front.

"Hey hoo, hey hoo, hey hoo."

The tender voices of children rang out, in unison and loud. I stopped and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see seven small figures not far away, carrying a crystal coffin and moving slowly.

Those seven small figures have pure white beards, but if you look closely, you can find that apart from the beards, the eyebrows, eyes, and contours of the seven little men are all like those of children, which looks very incongruous against the long and dense beards.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?

This well-known fairy tale came to my mind, but I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling bitterly. This fairy tale that is so popular seemed to me like a long time ago.

It’s amazing that I can still remember this fairy tale after so many years.

I walked towards the seven dwarfs. The closer I got, the more convinced I was that the seven dwarfs were played by real children.

With their small bodies, carrying the crystal coffin was very strenuous. They had to take a rest after walking a few steps and then continue moving forward.

When I walked up to them, the seven dwarfs looked at me in surprise, and the child in the front asked curiously.

"Young man, why are you staring at us?"

Young people? Looking at these seven children who were definitely no older than ten years old, I felt a little uncomfortable.

In the original fairy tale, it is absolutely impossible for the hunter in the Little Red Riding Hood story to have any intersection with the seven dwarfs. I am very curious about how the spiritual world would react if the characters from two different stories met.

I walked slowly to the crystal coffin, took a look at Snow White sleeping in the coffin, and whispered to the seven dwarfs.

"I'm just curious about what you guys are doing?"

Well, the Snow White in the coffin is not white. Although she is not black, she is definitely not the beauty with skin as white as snow in the story. She is not even a beauty. She is just an ordinary girl.

The dwarf put down the coffin, looked at me with tears in his eyes, and sighed.

"Snow White died, and we wanted to bury her, so we carried the coffin all the way here."

I reached out and patted the crystal coffin. Knowing where the story was going, I raised my brows, looked around, and said to the seven children.

"The scenery here is beautiful, why can't we bury her here?"

Hearing this, the seven dwarfs were stunned. They seemed to agree with me subconsciously, but there was something strange that was interfering with their thinking and forcing them to follow the story.

After a brief moment of confusion, the seven dwarfs ignored me, lifted the coffin again, and started forward.

I chased after them and continued asking the seven children.

"Why not bury her here?"

This time, confusion appeared on the faces of the seven dwarfs again, but after a short while, they returned to their previous appearance and continued to move forward.

There is a strange force that is forcing them to move forward.

I frowned and saw the axe in my hand. If I killed the seven dwarfs, would the story still be able to go on?

No, no, no. Even though it was just a spiritual world, killing seven children was really too cruel.

It’s better to break this crystal coffin.

As soon as I thought of this, I clenched the axe in my hand, and like the villain in this story, I strode towards the crystal coffin, intending to swing the axe to chop it open.

Step, step, step.

I had just raised the axe when the sound of horse hooves was heard in the forest. I frowned, stopped what I was doing, and turned to look.

I saw a pure white horse walking on the soft grass on a path in the woods, and on the horse sat an ordinary young man.

Oh, Prince Charming is here.

Killing the Prince Charming could also disrupt the direction of the story, and he looks much easier to chop than this crystal coffin.

Thinking of this, the look I gave Prince Charming suddenly became somewhat unfriendly.

The Prince Charming completely ignored me and rode his white horse along. After taking a look at the seven dwarfs, he showed a curious look and asked the seven dwarfs.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

Damn it, this prince charming is from Henan.

The corner of my eye twitched, and I felt that my head was full of black lines. I froze in place for a moment, and the only thought that flashed through my mind was...

It is really important to popularize Mandarin. After all, the person behind the scenes captured a group of people and entered a secret spiritual world and arranged a fairy tale world.

But as soon as the prince charming opened his mouth, he already smelled like his fellow Henan native. Who could stand that?

Suddenly, I lost the idea of ​​chopping off the Prince Charming. It’s not that I’m soft-hearted, but I just want to see if Snow White in the crystal coffin will speak with the accent of her Henan hometown after she wakes up.

Of course, it would be more interesting if it was a Northeastern accent.

At this time, Prince Charming had dismounted from his horse and walked to the crystal coffin. He took a close look at Snow White inside and immediately started shouting in surprise.

"Hey, this girl looks really weird."

puff.

Although I shouldn't have done that, and although I'm surrounded by a mystery right now, I couldn't help but laugh out loud with distorted features when I heard the prince's voice.

This Prince Charming is much more exciting than Snow White.

The seven dwarfs were explaining the whole story to the Prince Charming. I was watching the development of the story with amusement, while the Prince Charming became furious and slammed the crystal coffin, saying indignantly.

"Xinqiu! How could this queen be so bad? It's a pity for such a happy Ni'er."

As he spoke, the Prince Charming pushed open the lid of the crystal coffin very naturally. His movements were smooth and fluid, without any hesitation or unnaturalness. The seven dwarfs actually sensed something was wrong and allowed the Prince Charming to push open the lid of the crystal coffin.

Prince Charming's next action was more natural. He leaned over and gave Snow White a gentle kiss on the mouth.

And stuck out his tongue.

Seeing this, it suddenly occurred to me that in the story of Snow White, the Prince Charming was indeed a little perverted.

After all, who in their right mind would kiss a dead body?

Chapter 175 Weird Gathering

After the prince's passionate kiss, Snow White, who should have been a corpse, began to move her chest.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Snow White suddenly stood up, grabbed the coffin with both hands, and began to cough violently. Her face turned red, and after a moment, a fruit core came out of her mouth.

The fruit core fell on the green grass, instantly dyeing it black. A strong smell of rot caused the surrounding grass to wither quickly.

Bai Xue wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, frowned, and spoke softly.

"Oh my god, the garlic smell is so strong, it's killing me."