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This powerful blow hit Little Red Riding Hood who raised her hand to block it. Little Red Riding Hood immediately staggered back a few steps before she could stand firm.

In fact, she could have avoided this attack, but she had a card with very strict usage conditions, which required the current situation.

Last time, she had used this card on that strange tree man before she met the werewolf, otherwise she would not have lost so miserably.

This card returns all damage she has received.

The moment the card was thrown out, a white beam of light enveloped the werewolf's body like a shadow. The originally corroded and bumpy fur now looked as if it had been completely shaved off, revealing fresh flesh and blood underneath.

But this scene did not last long. Little Red Riding Hood saw that his muscles were frantically wriggling to repair themselves.

Countless sharp knives were stabbed into the opponent's body. Although she knew that these things could hardly hurt the opponent, and they did not consume much physical strength anyway, it was better than nothing.

The werewolf seemed to have gone completely mad, and pounced on her fiercely, its sharp claws almost deeply embedded in her shoulders, and its sharp fangs went straight to her throat. Little Red Riding Hood tilted her head and barely dodged it, with almost the entire piece of flesh on her shoulder bitten off, revealing the eerie white bones inside.

But at the same time, two huge and hot fireballs hit the werewolf at close range. The huge impact generated by the explosion forced Little Red Riding Hood to barely escape from the wolf's mouth after paying the price of two pieces of flesh and blood.

ended.

Pillars of scorching flames emerged from under the werewolf's feet one after another. The scorching flames completely burned off his flesh and blood, and his blood was evaporated. The opponent didn't even have the strength to wail. He was burned into a piece of charcoal. His lower body had completely turned into a pile of bones. The fragile skin and flesh could not withstand such torture.

The moment the other person fell down, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't help but kneel down.

How could it be you?

351 Fortunately, there is still regret

3 Little Red Riding Hood tried to touch the familiar person lying on the ground with her bloody hands, whose wolf hair had fallen off.

But the other person's charred body and the dried flesh underneath were a constant reminder of how cruel she had been.

She killed her only friend, the carpenter, with her own hands.

"Why? How is this possible?" Little Red Riding Hood could no longer support her tired body. She fell to her knees and looked at people in disbelief.

At this moment, there was a sparse sound in the grass behind her. Little Red Riding Hood was startled and turned around subconsciously.

Tony Stark and the others were huddled together, some squatting or standing, with their heads popping out from the bushes, all staring at Little Red Riding Hood.

"Oh my, stop pushing, stop pushing, or my old bones will break." Shans couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Although it was a low voice, Little Red Riding Hood, who was not far away, could hear it clearly.

She stood there in a daze, the tears that were about to fall now hung in her eyes helplessly. Her fiery gaze made the peeping people feel a little embarrassed. Most of them smiled, then shrank back and disappeared behind the dense bushes.

The ghost originally wanted to continue watching, and he had no shame in doing so. But when he saw that everyone else had said it would be inconvenient to go on, he also withdrew his head.

Then, a very clear voice came from the bushes.

"Go on, go on, just pretend you didn't see us."

Tony Stark couldn't help but elbow the air after he finished speaking. "I told you to be careful, but you didn't believe me. You insisted on coming over here and lying down to watch. Now you're caught by the person involved."

Sora scratched his head sheepishly and smiled awkwardly. "Haha, um, um, it's just out of curiosity."

Little Red Riding Hood stared at the guys over there, raised her hand expressionlessly to wipe away the tears on her face, and didn't care even if her face was covered in blood and mud.

After this commotion, she no longer felt sad. She even wanted to pull those people out and beat them up.

The system finally breathed a sigh of relief in a place where Little Red Riding Hood couldn't see. The changes that occurred to the guy lying on the ground were caused by him himself. Otherwise, it would be too difficult to let these stubborn guys track him down. I don't know why, but there is only one doctor in the group who is reliable in terms of IQ and EQ, and the doctor is missing. The chat group is worried today.

Just as the system sighed, the ghost turned its head accurately and looked in the direction of the other party.

"What's wrong, father?" Green noticed this little action attentively and asked gently in the softest tone.

The ghost just shook his head and said nothing.

It seemed to have seen a familiar shadow just now, but it couldn't remember whether they had met before. Since it couldn't remember, it decided not to think about it.

Little Red Riding Hood stood beside the corpse and looked at it for a long time. When she spoke again, her voice was no different from usual, but she was more calm.

"Don't hide anymore, come out. I'm not angry, but please don't do this anymore. I... made a mistake. No, I made a serious mistake... I..."

I still owe you an apology. Little Red Riding Hood didn't finish this sentence, because the person she wanted to apologize to was already lying on the ground and could no longer hear anything, so it was meaningless for her to say anything.

She remembered what the other person had said, and painfully began to understand the bloody truth behind those words.

Everything had been foreshadowed, but she herself didn't believe it. She just blindly immersed herself in the ever-expanding power, with the only option in her mind being to defeat the opponent.

Fortunately, everything didn't get to the worst point.

The ever-repeating cycle of time allowed her to make mistakes and the ability to regret, but the mistakes were real, the regrets they caused were real, and the corpses were real. Excessive pursuit of power and focusing only on moving forward would not get her the results she wanted.

This time, unlike the last time when killing the little witch was just an accident, this time she was clearly aware of the action she was taking. Little Red Riding Hood couldn't help but think again, fortunately, she could still regret it.

Little Red Riding Hood was sincerely glad that she had joined the chat group, and as a result, she felt less annoyed with those people today.

The system in the distance couldn't help but feel guilty. He was half responsible for Little Red Riding Hood's current personality, because it was he who made some special magical changes to the world in order to hone Little Red Riding Hood, so that Little Red Riding Hood had to fight all the way here, otherwise she wouldn't have such a strong murderous intention.

Although this world was initially defined as a fairy tale, it is stained with a great deal of blood.

While Little Red Riding Hood was almost mumbling to herself, Tony Stark and the others calmly walked out from behind the tree and looked at the tired look of the girl without making any sarcastic remarks. He was not like the Cell People who had no bottom line, and Little Red Riding Hood was not as shameless as the other group members.

So, he offered a rare word of comfort. "It's okay." He had barely started, but then he lost his composure. His intuition told him that offering words of comfort might backfire. After all, it wasn't the first time Tony Stark had lost his popularity.

Fortunately, there was one person among this group who had a reliable emotional intelligence and was worth saving. "If it's convenient, could you please tell us about this? I'm sorry to bother you, but I believe we can resolve this perfectly."

Little Red Riding Hood turned her head to look at the people and nodded slightly.

The ghost who subconsciously wanted to go over and hug was pulled by Green's cloak lightly. The moment it looked up in confusion, it realized that Little Red Riding Hood's sad mood had disappeared, or at least become much calmer.

So the ghost stopped his actions in confusion, and after a moment of thought gave up the hug. After all, the other person didn't seem sad anymore, so a comforting hug became meaningless.

The ghost tilted his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Green, who was standing behind, showed a happy smile.

Before the pure gaze swept over him, he regained his calm expression.

"This is not a very long story. I can tell you slowly before dawn." Perhaps thinking of the system and their existence, Little Red Riding Hood did not continue to struggle with it. She just dug a hole in the ground with her sword while telling the story slowly.

Kong wanted to come over to help, but was stopped by Little Red Riding Hood's raised hand. He had no choice but to stand back where he was and listen to the story patiently.

The supervisor standing at the back slowly identified the blond boy named Kong. He was a little naive, but this naiveté was completely different from that of the creature called ghost. It was not pure enough, but it made people feel gentle.

Even he, a guy who was about to kill countless people, could not deny this fact.

352 Things in the Past

"I actually wanted to skip some of the clichés and go straight to the end, because it's really boring to repeat those things. But I admit that if I talk about those things, I might feel a lot easier, so I hope you don't think I'm too slow and not getting to the point."

After saying this, Little Red Riding Hood paused for a moment, using her sword as a crutch and standing up straight, because her hand holding the sword had begun to tremble slightly.

The main reason was that the battle had almost drained her physical strength, and it was really tiring to dig a hole with a sword. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so tired that she couldn't lift the sword after just a few moves.

Little Red Riding Hood maintained this posture and continued to speak slowly.

"I don't really remember my parents. They passed away when I was very young, so my only relative is my grandma. But sometimes I still miss them. After all, we are still family."

At this point, Tony Stark turned his head away in silence. These words reminded him of his own troubled past. Would he still have a chance to find his parents? Would he still have a chance to reunite? He didn't know.

The chat group seemed to be omnipotent, even able to resurrect the dead, but not all worlds could enjoy this treatment, at least not the world he was in.

But Tony Stark never complained about this, because other people's worlds were much more miserable than his, and only then did he get a chance to be resurrected. He also didn't want to rely solely on the chat group. After all, the chat group had given him a lot of help, right?

The ghost subconsciously lost its focus. It thought of the White King, then shook its head. How could it possibly miss the guy who installed a chainsaw in its own bedroom?!

The story told by Little Red Riding Hood continued. She probably had enough rest, so she continued to dig the pit, waving her sword.

"Like I said before, my only relative is missing, so I came to find her."

Little Red Riding Hood paused, then stepped on the hilt of the sword and, with great effort, thrust it diagonally in. It took a long time for her to pry the stone free. "Isn't this a bit too confusing? It's strange. I have so much to say before I open my mouth, but after I open my mouth, I find that there's not much I should say. Maybe I'm just not naturally good at expressing myself."

"Many villagers in the village told me that my grandmother was captured by a werewolf. Although some people told me other things, it was probably the stories I heard and saw before that made me certain that the real murderer was a werewolf."

When he said this, Tony Stark, who was half the culprit, immediately pretended to look up at the sky. If the environment was not so silent except for the voice of Little Red Riding Hood, he might have whistled.

At this time, Little Red Riding Hood had dug out a shallow pit. She used her sword to compare the size, then shook her head and continued digging.

"Now I realize that it's not true. Just now, I killed my only friend. Now, the truth of the matter is like a fog, shrouding me. I can't tell which way to go and what to do next."

"Yes, this werewolf is my friend, a friend I've played with since childhood. I know very well that he wouldn't be the type to do something like this, so I made a mistake and messed everything up."

Little Red Riding Hood took another break and casually raised her hand to wipe away the sweat mixed with mud and blood on her face that almost covered her eyes.

"As for the Dark Forest where we are now, I heard from the people in the village that it wasn't this scary before. But I didn't think too much about it at the time. I only wanted to rescue my only relative."

When she said this, Little Red Riding Hood's words became more and more disorganized, basically talking about this and that, which made the ghost so confused that he decisively gave up thinking, tugged at Sora's clothes and asked him if he had any apples left.

"The villagers told me that a witch might have kidnapped my grandmother because she lived in the dark forest and did all kinds of evil. Some villagers, even those unrecognizable monsters, told me that all this was the work of the priest. The priest cursed this land and turned some kind people into monsters."

Little Red Riding Hood stood there for a long time, looking at the almost deep pit.

In a place unknown to everyone, Tony Stark couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, I knew it.

The plague in Hallownest was spread by gods, and it seemed that gods were also causing trouble in the world of the Cell People. So the good gods like Sora's were indeed one in a million. Tony Stark vowed that sooner or later he would send all these guys who spread beliefs recklessly and played with other people's lives to hell, if there was a hell.

At this moment, the ghost inexplicably felt the malice from Tony Stark, but it was also very strange, which made it unable to help but turn its head and take another look.

Is this an illusion? The ghost thought uncertainly, taking a sharp bite of the apple with his Void Tendrils.

A crisp clicking sound was heard immediately. Fortunately, Little Red Riding Hood did not notice it. After seeing that the source of the sound was a ghost, the others turned their heads away calmly and did not think about it anymore.

"I don't know which of them is right, but if possible, I would like to communicate with the witch and the priest. Will they know? What if they don't know either?"

Little Red Riding Hood's voice unconsciously carried a hint of anxiety. She picked up her friend who had been burnt black and became light, and slowly placed her in the hole she had just dug. She didn't care that she was covered in black ash, and began to fill the hole with soil again.

She knew that everything would start over again, and she knew that her friends would be resurrected, but if she didn't do something, she would always be unable to sleep or eat. She always felt that if she closed her eyes, she would see that bloody and cruel scene again and again.

"Since the chat group has given us a task, there must be a solution. The chat group never gives us tasks that cannot be completed unless we can't defeat them. However, it has been proven that the tasks mentioned in the fight are basically nothing we need to worry about."

Perhaps because of the priest mentioned earlier, Tony Stark was particularly concerned this time. He looked at Little Red Riding Hood with a serious face.

"I think we should investigate the priest first. As for the witch, it won't be too late to look for her after we find the priest. So should we set off now to avoid wasting more time?"

"No, wait until sunrise."

Little Red Riding Hood covered her friend with the last pile of dirt and answered firmly.

Her sharpness has never been dulled, but she has become more vigilant and thoughtful.

353 The mystery of time is about to be revealed to Tony Stark

For a moment, everything was quiet. Little Red Riding Hood sat calmly in front of the grave, and no one in the chat group spoke.

Tony Stark quietly opened the chat group and wanted to discuss some policies with the doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't know what was going on and could not be contacted for the time being, which made Tony Stark feel a little regretful.

In terms of scientific research ability, Tony Stark was confident that he was ten blocks ahead of the other party. Even his originally weaker biology had been fully made up for now. But in terms of emotional intelligence, he didn't think he was much better than Steve, and might even be worse than Steve.

None of the people in the chat group have reliable emotional intelligence.

Tony Stark unconsciously reached a consensus with the chat group at this time.

Time flows quite fast, and although the waiting process is a bit difficult, the moment the glow appears still makes people feel caught off guard.

The next moment, a huge clock with ancient meaning appeared undisguised above the world, and everything stopped in silence.

Tony Stark felt that his body was clearly imprisoned here. His thoughts were still flowing, but not to mention controlling his body to move, even something as simple as moving his eyes became an insurmountable gap.

Sora was a bit confused, but Shan Si didn't care.

Barbatos didn't have time to hide the smile on his face, but his heart was serious.

Little Red Riding Hood waited for that moment as usual.

The supervisor perceived a completely different use of time and was not panicked at all.

Even Green and Pure were inevitably trapped in it.

Only the ghost slowly raised the sign.

[? ]

It clearly sensed the time flowing, even though it had no way of understanding its meaning. It reached out its hand to grab the time that was neither in this world nor outside the world.

[Little ancestor, don't move] The chat group couldn't help it and spoke directly to the ghost. The originally mechanical and stereotyped voice showed some excitement for a rare time.