Fairy’s Box

This is a painting-like world, except that it is not a famous painting, but the graffiti of an urchin.

The chubby, chubby sun lay in the soft clouds, and the heavy body became round and flat with a purring sound. Nearby lay a crumpled rainbow, one end dipped into the clouds near the sun, and the other rooted in the rough mountains in the distance.

The bright sky is full of colorful red clouds, which look like oversized cotton candy, and the gaps between them are filled with crisscrossed blue circles, as if they were forcibly painted by a child with crayons. blue sky.

The sky and the earth are filled with bright star-shaped particles, motionless, as if solidified in invisible amber.

These things are so dense that it is quite difficult for Yale to walk, and he must avoid these obstructing things, otherwise a large number of "meteor shower" batches will be involved and smashed in the face.

In addition to these strange particles, the dry and hard kelp-shaped weeds on the ground also made the black-haired knight extremely annoying, dry and crisp, with holes in each step. To be honest, if these things hadn't been forcibly painted dark green, he wouldn't have recognized them as grass.

There were clumps of wriggling white cotton **** on the grass, and Yale could see that those things were actually sheep, not because they looked alike, but because they were surrounded by a circle of wooden fences.

He knew that these seemingly childish things were essentially defensive measures in a closed space. For example, the stars densely scattered in the space actually contained great energy. Once they exploded, it would be enough to eject the casual Origin Knight out of the space.

White cotton is strongly acidic, it will burst open when touched, and it is even more corrosive than aqua regia.

Weeds... just weeds.

After walking in this graffiti-like world for about five minutes, I suddenly saw a bright light in front of me. Near a mountain made up of thick gray lines, a gut path in the air led to a wooden house.

The wooden house was about two stories high and stood alone in the depths of the ravine. The shape is similar to that of rubbed bamboo shoots, the door opens in the center of the 'bamboo shoots', and there are arched windows on both sides - potted flowers are placed on the windowsills, all white. Yale could see that the 'painting style' of the entire wooden house had improved by more than one grade, and it should be the destination of his trip.

Walking into the fence on the outside of the wooden house, there was a rope loop hanging under the arched top window of the door, just enough for one person to stick his head in.

"..."

The black-haired knight stared at the rope ring for 30 seconds, then lowered his head decisively and searched carefully, trying to find the trace of the keyhole on the door panel—but there was no such thing.

He reluctantly walked around the wooden house and found that the window was empty and could not be opened at all.

As a last resort, Yale had no choice but to hang his head in front of her door and put his head into the rope loop. As soon as his whole body was in the air, the door panel bounced back with a bang.

...

If the whole space is graffiti, and the wooden house is a professional-level photo, then the furnishings in the house are no different from those in the real world.

It should be that Elena was very hasty when she cast the spell, and she only had time to concoct the core part. The defense facilities outside directly perfunctory, and even the set was too lazy to consider.

As soon as the black-haired knight stepped into Elena's room, the first thing he saw was the tiny limbs scattered on the shiny pine floor. These limbs are very miniature, about one-sixth the size of a normal human body, slender in shape, white in color, and should be some kind of female-shaped doll.

On the right side of the room is the furnishings of the living room. There are several pieces of furniture scattered in an orderly manner, all of which have accumulated a thick layer of dust. It seems that they have been idle for a long time before they are put into the enclosed space.

He turned his head to the left and saw rows of large bookcases of teak wood that went up to the roof.

Just take out a book and open two pages, all of which are old and yellowed spell characters. Judging from Yale's barren spell knowledge reserve, he knows every character, but they are completely unfamiliar.

And there are thousands of these books, one by one, I don't know when they will be turned.

Just when the black-haired knight wondered if Elena was looking for him or if he was trying to do something different, he suddenly noticed that there was a large thick book diagonally inserted in the first row of bookcases, among thousands of brown covers. , this thick black book is unusually abrupt.

He immediately took down the big book and saw that on the wooden-framed cowhide cover of the book, a line of graceful characters stood out—the forbidden technique of soul-splitting puppets.

After blowing off the floating ash, Yale opened the pages of the book, but found that there was no writing in it, it seemed that it had been processed, and only the last few pages were left with illustrations, which were schematic diagrams of assembled dolls.

"She wants me to assemble this doll?"

The black-haired knight tightened his brows, looking confused, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

After sinking his heart and reading the illustration carefully, he quickly thought of the doll's limbs on the floor, and immediately leaned over and picked up all these parts.

Arms...Calves...Wrists...Ankles...

Yalei sat cross-legged on the only clean floor in the wooden house. Following the steps in the pages, he assembled the limbs little by little. It didn't take long before a naked girl puppet was assembled in his hands.

The compact body is flawless, the joints are naturally formed, and there is no trace of splicing at all.

Just when the black-haired knight was amazed at his talent for assembling, he suddenly noticed that the doll girl's chest was missing a heart-shaped piece, and there were no parts on the floor at this moment.

Why is there a piece missing?

Impossible, the careful Elena would not make such a mistake, there must be some missing parts.

Yale rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the wooden house, and just as he was about to remove the floorboards one by one, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and took out the key from the inner pocket of his coat.

The handle of the key was in the shape of a heart, the contours matched, and the size was no different from the cutout on the puppet girl's chest.

That's it!

The black-haired knight held the key handle in his left hand, turned his left index finger into a falcon sword, cut off the key bar at the top of the key handle, and pressed it into the puppet girl's chest.

Sigh--!

The moment the key handle was perfectly embedded in her chest, the puppet girl suddenly raised her head stiffly, her blue eyes flashed, and after meeting Yale's gaze, her small mouth opened and closed twice:

"...уни...чт...ожить..."

As these few characters disappeared into the space, a dazzling flame suddenly ignited in the wooden house, and in an instant, the whole house burned into a roaring torch.

what happened?

Yale immediately picked up the puppet girl from the floor, and a thick black vindictive energy erupted from his body. Between the flames, the violent fire of life became as gentle as water, and the flames in the room were extinguished with one wash.

But even if he extinguished the flame, the wooden house was still burning invisibly, and the bookshelves, books, furniture, doors and windows, and even the wooden floor were all destroyed in a very short time.

Not only that, the entire space is burning, shaking irregularly, and the collapse and cracks have left large blanks, and the scene of the outer witch's home community can be vaguely seen.