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Hearing this, I hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to call her Snow White or Garlic Peeling Girl.

The seven dwarfs and Prince Charming immediately surrounded her, looking at Snow White with surprise and joy, and one of the dwarfs even stood up and did radio gymnastics.

Well, this spiritual world is quite open to the self-expression of the characters. I just wonder if Snow White from Guizhou or Yunnan would sing a duet of "Pinch Your Hips" with Prince Charming.

What followed should have been a perfect fairy tale ending, but I hesitated for a moment and decided not to use the axe to chop off the Prince Charming and Snow White who had ruined my childhood.

As Prince Charming hugged Snow White in surprise, I turned and left, continuing to walk deeper into the forest.

This world must have come to an end. As a virtual spiritual world, there are too many things that need to be simulated. It should be like a game, distributing resources to important places, and at the edge of the map, there should be a sloppy shape, there may be a way to leave here.

Although there is no basis for this, I have no other choice at this moment. I can only try whatever I can. Next time if I meet other people with the same fault, I'd better chop them off first.

Gradually, the light around me became dim. I looked at the sky with some confusion, but found that the sun was still in the middle position, without moving at all.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, perked up, and quickened my pace. This abnormality might be indicating that I am approaching the edge of this spiritual world.

Step, step, step.

I walked faster and faster, passing through the dense forest. Suddenly, when I climbed over the weeds that blocked the way ahead, the night came into my sight like a sea wave.

I saw a bright moon hanging in the sky, stars like the sea, and the boundless night covering half of the world.

I was a little dazed and looked back, but in the sky behind me, the sun was hanging in the middle, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

It is very strange that here, the sky and the earth are divided into two, one half is the moon and the other half is the sun.

Day and night did not alternate, but divided the land equally and appeared simultaneously in the sky, with a straight line between darkness and light, neither interfering with the other.

"Ha, the master of this spiritual world is a flat-Earther."

I couldn't help but complain, and at the same time, I temporarily gave up the idea of ​​finding boundaries. The territory of this spiritual world is much larger than I imagined.

In the darkness of night, it was still a jungle, but it was a forest of dead trees, and the tree trunks were in strange shapes, like monsters with bared fangs and claws, forming a sharp contrast with the neat and tidy dense forest behind me under the sun.

I stepped into the night, walking in this dark forest. In the night, when I passed a place, I heard a burst of crows' cries from the branches of a dead tree. A large group of black crows stopped on the branches, with red light in their eyes.

Amid the noisy crows, it took me a long time to walk out of the dense forest. However, as soon as I walked out of the forest, I saw another wonderful scene in front of me.

I saw that in the distant sky, there were dark clouds and lightning snakes were moving in the clouds. A bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the night sky. Under the light of thunder, the outline of a huge black castle was revealed.

There is no doubt that this is the castle where the villain in the fairy tale lives, but I don’t know which fairy tale the villain is from.

I glanced at the axe in my hand and frowned slightly. In fairy tales, the villains could use magic, but in this spiritual world, my mimicry and control abilities were unusable. Could I really chop them down with just an axe?

Rumble, a flash of lightning struck the night sky again. What's interesting is that the dark cloud was only hanging near the castle, but near where I am, there was no cloud at all and I could see the stars in the sky at a glance.

What would happen if you died in this spiritual world? You would probably regain a fairytale identity. Death in this world is impossible to escape.

I sighed and walked towards the castle in the distance.

Ever since I entered this spiritual world, I have been on the road, losing the reference of time. I don’t even know how long I have been walking.

In the dark forest, I passed by a strange place where there was a little pig building a house with straw. I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that this was the story of "The Three Little Pigs".

Speaking of which, I haven't eaten pork for many years. Can this spiritual world simulate the taste?

I glanced at the little pig with unfriendly eyes, and without much hesitation, I walked over. The little pig used its own trotters to build a thatched house bit by bit. It didn't look like a human at all, and it seemed that there would be no psychological burden to eat it.

The little pig who was building a straw hut glanced at me, snorted, and asked warily.

"Human, what are you going to do?"

Oh, it’s a normal reaction. Is the management of story characters more relaxed in this area?

I smiled and said to the little pig.

"Good evening, I have something I want to ask you."

When the piglet was talking, I saw the sharp teeth in its mouth. It must be very painful to be bitten by it.

The piglet was still wary of me. It took a quick look at the axe in my hand, bared its fangs, and lay on the ground, asking.

"Why do you have an axe? What are you going to do?"

Damn, how come this pig is so smart? He is not at all like the seven dwarfs before.

I relaxed my expression, looked harmless, and spoke softly.

"I'm a hunter, chasing a very bad wolf. Have you seen it?"

The piglet raised his nose, still wary, and asked.

"Why are you talking to a pig?"

Ah, do you want to listen to what you are saying? You are a pig that can talk and build houses, and yet you asked such a common-sense question.

Are you a normal fairy tale character?

When I thought of this, I suddenly had a bad idea, my face suddenly became strange, and I asked the piglet cautiously.

"Um...you're not Tongtong, are you?"

Chapter 176 Fairy Tale (I)

"Um...you're not Tongtong, are you?"

I felt quite strange, a little subtle, and a little uneasy, because I knew that if this little pig was really Tongtong, she would definitely pounce on me and bite me in anger.

The piglet snorted and said in confusion.

"Who is Tongtong? Is she another pig?"

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, shook my head and smiled.

"No, she's a human."

The piglet gnashed its teeth. It's hard to describe, but I actually saw disdain on a pig's face.

"Ha, Tongtong, is there really someone with such a stupid name?"

My face twitched slightly, and I couldn't help but retort softly.

"This name isn't that bad, right? Doesn't it sound cute?"

The piglet sneered, bit the straw in his mouth, and said bluntly.

"Ha, that's the second dumbest name I've ever heard."

Damn it, my naming ability was actually ridiculed by a pig, but at the same time, I couldn't help but ask a question.

"So what's your stupidest name?"

The piglet spat out the straw in his mouth angrily and said angrily.

"That's my name. My name is the First Little Pig. I don't know which idiot gave me that name."

"And they assigned me such a stupid task."

The piglet seemed to be quite resentful, and kept scratching the ground with its front hooves, creating a small hole.

"Damn it, they let a pig build a house with straw, did they consider my species?"

"Shouldn't a pig eat, sleep, eat, and then find a sow to give birth to a litter of piglets?"

"It's so tiring, I might as well be a human."

It’s interesting that this little pig actually has such exaggerated autonomous consciousness that it can question the problems of this fairy tale world. Could it be that it is a small bug in the operation of this spiritual world?

The piglet complained for a long time, then picked up the straw in his mouth again and started to build a house. Before that, he rudely ordered everyone to leave.

"Humans, please leave. After I build my straw hut, a big bad wolf will come and blow my straw hut away in one breath."

"Then I shall have to run off to the second little pig."

I was amazed that this little pig actually knew how the story would develop later. This pig is really extraordinary.

"Can you tell me what will happen next?"

Hearing this, the piglet became a little impatient, bared his teeth at me, and answered in a half-irritated, half-unhappy tone.

"Nonsense, I do the same thing every day, of course I know what will happen next."

After that, the piglet started to carry straw again and ignored me. I took the initiative to approach and talk to it several times, but was ignored by the piglet every time. The last time, I was almost bitten by it.

The magical thing is that with the piglet's casual construction, the straw house was actually built up bit by bit, and it looked quite decent. Just when I was about to leave, a listless gray wolf walked out from the depths of the jungle.

When the piglet saw the gray wolf, he became anxious. He stood in front of the thatched hut and shouted at the wilted gray wolf.

"What the hell, you came early today!"

"My thatched hut is only half built, what are you doing here?"

The big bad wolf wagged his tail listlessly, and did not attack the piglet. Instead, he lay on the ground and said weakly.

"It's almost enough for you. It's just a process. There's no need to do it for real every time."

"I blew so hard that my lungs were about to burst, and you still built the house so sturdily. Can we still work together in the future?"

Looking at the big bad wolf's lazy and depressed appearance, the little pig was indignant and shouted loudly.

"Do what you do, love what you do."

"With your attitude, you still want to be transferred to Little Red Riding Hood? You can't even do your job well, what are you dreaming about? There is no such thing as a free lunch."

"Look, you are now at the age of striving, and the big bad wolf in other people's homes is eating Little Red Riding Hood, but you are still here and can't get anything."

"Don't blame others, think carefully about where you are lacking."

Well, this little pig’s real identity is most likely a social animal.

The big bad wolf turned a deaf ear to the piglet's teachings and lay lazily on the ground. Until then, he saw me standing aside. He yawned and raised his paw.

"Hello, human."

Listening to the other party's lazy voice, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This pig and this wolf are both aliens in this world. This can't be a coincidence.

The meticulous little pig kept talking. The big bad wolf couldn't stand its nagging anymore, so he stood up and blew at the straw house.

The straw house collapsed in an instant, leaving only smoke and dust on the ground.

"Okay, let's go to the next place."

Having said that, the big bad wolf turned around and walked in another direction without paying any attention to the angry little pig. Seeing this, the little pig followed him, cursing.

I was curious about the pig and the wolf, so I followed them. The previous castle was on the east side of the forest, but now the pig and the wolf were going to the north.

The forest to the north is still dense, but after walking for a while, I found that the grass and trees in this area have become a little perfunctory, no longer as real and delicate as before.

The branches and leaves of the trees became straight and flat, unlike the previous area which was so wild and fierce, and even had only the general shape of a tree.

If I have to find an explanation, it's that the computer's performance is not enough when playing games.

I stroked my chin and followed the pig and the wolf, and had more guesses about this spiritual world.

If we regard this spiritual world as a game, then the power of the person behind the scenes cannot be infinite. He needs to make appropriate additions and subtractions just like playing a game.

Dividing the map into two parts, day and night, without a real alternation of day and night is enough to prove that the energy of this spiritual world is not enough to build a real world.

For example, some less well-known fairy tales can be simulated using the most basic abilities to save resources, so the restrictions on this pig and this wolf are unusually low.

I still remember clearly how detailed the fairy-tale castle I first saw was. It was indistinguishable from reality, and it could be said that the "picture quality" was better than that of the real world.

After all, those popular and highly-regarded fairy tales still take place in castles and between princesses and princes.

Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and Little Mermaid are all stories that children love, while The Three Little Pigs is less popular and not taken seriously.

To be honest, this spiritual world is already very sophisticated.

While I was thinking carefully, the big bad wolf and the little pig had already come to the second little pig.

I saw a little pig lying on the grass with a piece of wood in front of its nose, just a piece of wood.

According to the story, there should be a wooden house here.

The first little pig was angry at this perfunctory response and began to lecture him again, but the wolf stretched out his paw and pushed the board down, completing the second stage of the story: destroying the second little pig's cabin.

The second little pig glanced lazily at the first little pig, then spoke softly.

"What are you doing?"

Chapter 177 Fairy Tale (II)

The board fell to the ground. The second little pig looked lazy and was quite disdainful of the first little pig's inward-looking behavior. He snorted and said something sarcastic.