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"I'm telling you, don't be unconvinced."

"Master is Master."

"Besides eating and playing, nothing else."

Well, after the Prince Charming in Henan and the Snow White in Northeast China, I saw a pig that spoke with a Beijing accent. This fairy tale world is so funny.

The big bad wolf hung his head, lay lazily on the ground, and spoke weakly to the two little pigs.

"You two should go first. I'll stay here for a while. I'll come find you two after I've rested."

The two little pigs looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Then the second little pig shifted his gaze to me and shouted.

"Hey, who is this gentleman?"

I shook the axe in my hand and answered briefly.

"Hunter. I am a hunter."

Hearing this, the second little pig immediately perked up, his nose twitched, and he shouted in a loud voice.

"Oh, he's a martial artist."

"Man, please open our eyes."

I had a very unhappy face. The second little pig was being too noisy. Could he be a crosstalk performer in the real world? When the second little pig saw that I ignored him, he snorted in dissatisfaction and muttered to himself.

"Well, he's a dull guy, so boring."

The first little pig was already a little impatient. He looked at the second little pig fiercely, showing his sharp teeth in his mouth, and said angrily.

"Why are you talking so much? Are you leaving or not?"

The second little pig heard this and also showed his fangs, and said to the first little pig without giving in.

"Why are you rushing me? Do you want to compete with me?"

The first little pig groaned, as if it had reached the limit of its endurance, and suddenly pounced forward and bit the second little pig. The two white pigs immediately wrestled with each other, and I stood aside and watched for a long time.

You know what, the fight between these two pigs was quite exciting.

I watched from the side for a long time and accidentally glanced at the big bad wolf, only to find that he was like a middle-aged office worker, lying on the ground, with no interest in anything and not even raising his head.

For some unknown reason, I squatted beside the big bad wolf and asked softly.

"Do you know who you are?"

The big bad wolf drooped his ears, didn't even look at me, and answered lazily.

"Are you blind? I am the Big Bad Wolf."

I shook my head and smiled at the big bad wolf.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Who are you besides the Big Bad Wolf?"

The big bad wolf finally turned his head, looked at me, and said with some confusion.

"Can you speak human language?"

I smacked my lips softly and continued to persuade him patiently.

"Are you really the Big Bad Wolf? Have you ever thought about why you are the Big Bad Wolf? Should a wolf, a creature like a wolf, talk?"

The big bad wolf's eyes narrowed, his ears erected, and he looked at me quietly without saying a word. Seeing this, I continued.

"Think about it carefully. Do you... have parents? Why did you catch the three little pigs? Is there anything waiting for you after you catch them?"

The big bad wolf suddenly became confused, glanced at the two little pigs who were still fighting, and muttered to himself.

"I do not know I do not know."

"It seems like there is a voice telling me to do this and repeat it over and over again."

I smiled slightly and continued.

"Have you ever thought that you might be a human being, that you have your own family, your own career, and things that you cherish."

"You shouldn't be here, right?"

A trace of painful struggle appeared in the big bad wolf's pupils. He touched his head to the ground and spoke in a low voice.

"I... I am human?"

"Who am I? Who am I? And who are they?"

Sure enough, as I expected, the neglected story of the three little pigs has very limited control over these NPC-like characters.

This spiritual world is made up of the consciousness of these people. Each person is a cornerstone. If they doubt their own existence, they may be able to tear a hole in this spiritual world.

The Big Bad Wolf has fallen into confusion, and the little self-awareness and memory that remains may have hinted at him. I whispered to him again.

"You have a name. You are not a wolf. You are a human with a name."

"Tell me, what's your name?"

The Big Bad Wolf's eyes were determined, and a trace of clarity revived in them. He struggled, and with difficulty uttered a few words incoherently from his mouth.

"I am... I am Li..."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The ground suddenly collapsed, and countless vines surged out from the ground, instantly wrapping around the big bad wolf's body and dragging him into the underground abyss.

All this was completed in an instant, but at the moment the ground cracked, I saw the appearance of the underground. It was not soil or magma, but a group of rotating nebulae.

Densely packed humans are sleeping in the underground galaxy, with their eyes closed, as if they are in deep sleep.

I was stunned for a moment, and felt my consciousness stagnant. A powerful force violently broke into my brain, trying to modify my memory and forcibly insert a memory that did not belong to me and was completely fictitious into my mind.

However, in just a moment, the power dissipated and ceased to exist.

My body swayed, I stood still, reached out and touched my forehead, feeling a little confused. When I looked back, the two little pigs were gone. It seemed that they had been dragged into the ground together with the big bad wolf.

It seems that my guess was correct.

This spiritual world is not invulnerable; its weakness lies in the human consciousness that makes up this world.

"call……"

I took a deep breath and relaxed. No matter who was controlling this spiritual world, he was obviously unable to resist the power in my body, the power that made me immortal and forever healthy.

Snap.

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard behind me, like the sound of a beast crushing branches. I turned my head and saw that in the dark woods, shadows were emerging from the ground, and it was extremely black.

They had the outlines of humans, but without the facial features, only darkness, like shadows.

Is this, they finally discovered that I am an abnormal person?

“This is not some fairy tale anymore.”

I whispered to myself, holding the axe tightly with both hands, concentrating my mind. In the spiritual world, I no longer had those strange powers, only this body was left.

Those shadows raised their arms slightly, but they were in the shape of blades. Suddenly, a shadow took a step forward and swooped down like a wild beast.

I picked up the axe, took light steps, and with a flash of the knife, the shadow's sword-like arm brushed against my body, drawing a straight mark in the air.

I took a step forward, twisted my waist, and at the moment when Shadow's sword blade landed on the ground, I swung the axe in my hand, and with the sound of wind, I hit his neck hard.

Crack, the axe blade swept past, and Shadow's head fell off instantly, but the sound did not sound like the sound of flesh and blood.

The shadow collapsed to the ground, landed in the mud, and disappeared like water, melting away.

Chapter 178 Fairy Tale (Part 3)

I slowly put away the axe and exhaled a breath of foul air, but my arms felt a little numb.

In the spiritual world, my physical strength was weakened a lot. I just swung the axe and felt my arms were a little weak.

I really miss my immortality, and the pistol in my pocket.

Under the shadows, those human-sized shadows gathered more and more. Their movements were not sharp, but the gradually increasing numbers had already explained my next ending.

I made a quick decision, grasped the axe with both hands, threw it at the group of shadows, turned around and ran.

Without an immortal body that can be repaired, only a fool would fight so many monsters.

In the darkness, I ran as hard as I could, passing through a strange forest. The cold wind whistled and poured into my lungs, which soon began to ache slightly. Damn, this body is really too weak.

It's like the protagonist in a horror game, who has to gasp for breath after running two steps, and runs extremely slowly.

As I went deeper, the trees around me became more and more dense, and among the tangled branches and leaves, gradually only a small path in one direction remained.

While running, I turned my head to look behind me, and saw those strange shadows getting closer and closer to me. These strange creatures did not make any movement when they ran, as if they were gliding on the ground.

At this moment, my feet suddenly felt empty and my body lost balance instantly. I rolled on the ground. There were small stones on the uneven ground, which scratched my face and left a trail of blood.

After I steadied myself, my legs became weak and I couldn't stand up anymore. The physical exhaustion made me completely lose the ability to continue running away.

Thinking of this, I stopped struggling and lay directly on the ground, looking at the approaching shadows and whispered.

"Give me a quick death, okay?"

As soon as I finished speaking, a dark shadow swooped down and an arm like a sword slashed across, splitting my body in two.

During the brief moment of death, I saw my internal organs turned into red tomatoes that looked delicious.

At this point, my consciousness came to an abrupt end and I fell into chaos.

……

The purple turbid matter surged, the sky and the earth became indistinguishable, and it condensed into a purple sea of ​​chaos.

My consciousness drifted in this chaos, with nowhere to rest. The purple turbid substance kept boiling, and hot bubbles emerged from the bottom.

In the bubble, there are some images lingering. At a glance, one can see an old man holding a fairy tale book, sitting in front of a hospital bed, patiently telling the fairy tale in the book to the little girl on the bed.

The little girl listened to the stories very seriously, but her expression was very confused. After the old man finished telling the story of Sleeping Beauty, the little girl asked the old man in a daze.

"Grandpa, why doesn't Sleeping Beauty get hungry when she's asleep?"

Hearing this, the old man closed the fairy tale book in his hand and smiled softly at the little girl on the hospital bed.

"Silly child, because there is magic. Magic sustains Sleeping Beauty's life."

The little girl's eyes lit up, and anticipation welled up on her innocent face.

"Grandpa, can that magic cure the zombie virus?"

The old man's eyes dimmed, and his weather-beaten face turned gray. He forced a smile, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and spoke softly.

"Good boy, magic can do anything."

The little girl was delighted to hear this and asked excitedly.

"So does that mean that with magic alone, I don't have to turn into a zombie like my parents did?"

The old man couldn't bear to look at the little girl anymore, let alone the expectation in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, as long as you have magic, you can be discharged."

"Grandpa, where is the magic?"

"It's a fairy tale world, my silly child."

The little girl was in high spirits, her pale face full of excitement, she smiled sweetly and said to the old man.

"Grandpa, I want to go to the fairy tale world. Maybe mom and dad are there too."

Children's words are innocent, but they can touch the softest part of people's hearts. The old man's eyes were moist, he turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes secretly.

At this time, the bubble burst and a new bubble appeared, from which other people's scenes appeared.

It was a dark basement. A young man was tied tightly to a chair. His skin was pale, and in front of him were densely packed humans.

The young man looked painful and struggled constantly. He looked at the crowd who were watching coldly and begged bitterly.

"Save me, I don't want to be a zombie."

"My parents... I still have to take care of my parents. They are old. If I become a zombie, who will take care of them?"

"Save me, please."

The bubble bursts, and new images follow.

A middle-aged man with pale skin stood on a stool and hung a rope in the house. He patiently tied a knot in the rope, then stood on a chair, put the rope around his neck, and kicked the chair away.