"What, give you the magic house?" Upon hearing that Harley planned to take over her chicken-foot hut, Granny Yajia became excited, "Grandma Yajia can't live without the chicken-foot hut!
It is the old woman's only property, a symbol of my identity, status and honor, and the foundation of my existence.
But to you, it is just a burden that cannot be taken away. It is smelly, dirty, like a chicken coop, like a doghouse, and completely useless!"
"According to the laws of Wonderland, victims are eligible to ask for compensation from criminals. You are a kidnapper, a cannibal, and a robber. You have to compensate me." Harley said.
"How do you know this law? I didn't tell you before?" Grandma Yajia asked in surprise.
Harry smiled strangely, "Any orderly society has similar laws. If not, that's better. I can rob your chicken-foot hut at will."
Grandma Yajia’s old face turned pale, she is a lawless and extremely cunning witch!
"You entered my forest and came close to my hut. Grandma Yajia has the right to tie you up and make you into steaks," she argued.
"So, you are a gangster and I am a bandit. Whoever has the big fist can be unreasonable."
Grandma Yajia was speechless.
Harry changed the subject and said with a smile: "How about this, now that Chicken Feet House belongs to me, I am in need of a guide, so you can lead the way for me and do a good job as a guide."
In return, I will give you the magic house before leaving Wonderland."
Grandma Yajia's face changed several times and she was hesitant.
"Mundo, pick up the hut and let's go." Harley said.
Clark was stunned for a while before he realized that he was being called.
He was confused, but he still flew over and held up the foundation of the hut above the "Chicken Butt Drum" chicken paws with one hand.
"Should we go back? To go to the Heroes' Tomb, we have to drill a tree hole. Can the house go into the tree hole?" Clark asked.
"If you can't get in, the house will be demolished and only the valuable magic materials will be taken away." Harley turned to the old witch who was hesitant to speak. "As for you, in order to prevent you from finding someone to take revenge on me, I will cast the Maleficent Curse.
Let you sleep for thousands of years!"
As she spoke, she raised her arms, her wide sleeves flying like wings, and the power of dreams surged out.
"No, I want to be a guide!" Granny Yajia was horrified, raised her hands in front of her head, and moved back.
"You volunteered?" Harley asked.
"Completely voluntary."
"Okay, let's sign the labor contract."
Harley casually removed a piece of wood from the chicken-foot cabin, and the thick black tail of the chopsticks protruded from the hood, and quickly wrote three contracts on it.
The first is the scope of work of the guide.
The second article is the responsibility of the guide. Any non-subjective mistakes made by the two travelers, Harley and Clark, during the journey will be borne by the guide.
The third article is the guide's rights. Complete the task and get the chicken foot hut.
"Why should I take responsibility for your mistakes?" Grandma Yajia said unhappily.
"If you explain all the rules thoroughly, it is not your responsibility if we knowingly break them. Otherwise, you are fully responsible." Harley said calmly.
Grandma Yajia took the wooden board, her eyes flashed, and she sneered in her heart: This stinky witch is so stupid, she actually took the wood from my magic house, let’s see if I don’t kill you!
She deliberately dipped her finger in blood with a look of reluctance, wrote her real name, and secretly left an engraving on the inside of the board.
Seemingly unconscious, Harley took back the board and waved Clark into the cabin.
"What are you talking about? Didn't you ask about the rules of Wonderland before?" Superman asked puzzled.
Grandma Yajia's cabin is a magic house. It doesn't exceed 15 square meters on the outside, but it's a wonder inside. The kitchen alone is 30 square meters.
Well, there is no living room, there is a big kitchen right at the door.
In addition to pots, pans and stoves, there were also several hemp ropes hanging from the roof, which tied up rabbits as big as a human and hedgehogs as tall as a child.
When they saw Harley and Superman, they blinked humanely, "Can you save us?"
"Wow, you can still talk." Clark was startled.
"You can't let them go, this is my dinner!" Grandma Yajia shouted from the window, grinning fiercely at the rabbit and hedgehog.
"Harley" Clark whispered: "They are intelligent and are aliens. It would be too cruel to eat them."
What an alien
Harley complained in her mind and did not immediately release the 'Animal Man'. She only asked: "What are your names, what kind of magical race are you from, and where do you come from?"
"My name is Mr. Little Rabbit. I live in a tree hole in the forest. My ancestors probably came from the magical land. There is an animal kingdom in the magical land, and everyone is an animal person." Big Rabbit said.
"My name is Mr. Hongfa. I live in a cave in the forest. I don't know what race I am. Maybe I was once a human and was transformed into a hedgehog by magic? I have vague memories of humans." The hedgehog said uncertainly.
"The Magical Land" Harley frowned slightly, "Is it a different world under the rule of Shazam?"
"I don't know, I've never heard of Shazam." The two animal men shook their heads.
"Come on, eat these two candies, and I'll put you down." Harley took out a small bottle from her arms, poured out two jelly beans, and stuffed them into their mouths.
"Oh, it's so sweet, oh." Mr. Rabbit smacked the three pieces of his mouth several times. His consciousness became blurred and he stopped moving.
"What did you do to Mr. Rabbit?" Mr. Hongfa was smart and held the jelly beans in his mouth, but now he wanted to spit them out.
Harry snapped his fingers, inserted a small golden hand into the hedgehog's mouth, and pushed the jelly beans into his stomach.
Mr. Hongfa also stared in confusion and began to snore.
"What did you give them to eat?" Clark asked confused.
Harley showed him the label on the small white bottle.
"Estazolam sleeping pills?!" Superman had a strange expression.
"The sleeping pill blessed by the Sandman is guaranteed to fall asleep after taking it, and to dream when you sleep."
Harley opened her mouth, and a ray of yellow light sucked Animal Man into her belly, and sighed: "I have been cursed by the three goddesses of destiny. The dream escape technique is really dangerous, but no matter how dangerous it is, it is better than having an anus with the 'Lord of the World'."
After explaining a few words, she shouted outside the house: "Grandma Yajia, take us to the 'Tomb of the King'."
"You can't go in the opposite direction, you can only go along the road to the hilly hunting ground." Granny Yajia said.
"Remember your identity, you are just a guide." Harley said coldly.
There is only one door on the first page of the book, which anyone can enter, but the last page of the book is the fairy palace, where Titania and Oberon live.
Unless there is no way forward, Harley really doesn't want to face the two masters of the world.
"If something goes wrong in retrograde, I'm not responsible." Grandma Yajia said.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"
Grandma Yajia muttered something, squatted on the stone mortar and flew forward. The chicken-footed hut took steps and walked quickly through the forest.
The chicken's legs are jumping around, but the wooden house above is extremely stable, and the vibration is almost imperceptible.
However, Granny Yaja slaughtered animals in the kitchen every day, making the house full of fishy stench. Harley and Superman didn't stay long, just took a look around, and then jumped up to the roof.
"Why should we ask her to be our guide? Haven't we already understood the path and rules of the fairyland? Or is she lying?" Clark asked, looking at the old witch standing on the stone mortar in front of him.
Grandma Yajia was a witch. She had a big hole in her leg. She only applied a green sticky plaster and she stood up again with full vigor and vitality.
"She may not be lying, but there are too many details to explain clearly."
She originally didn't want to ask the old witch to be her guide, but after hearing her explain the many rules of Wonderland, Harry understood that the 'customs' of Wonderland were too complicated to be summed up in a few words.
"What's the purpose of writing on the wooden board? I thought based on your personality, you would put a knife on her neck, tie her ankles with a rope, and drive her like a slave." Clark asked.
"Contracts between mages are much more effective than threats."
While he was talking, Chicken Feet Hut came to an old banyan tree.
The banyan tree was indescribably thick, with a knob as big as a house rising high from its roots. The knobs were scattered across several trunks, and it was hard to tell which one was the main trunk.
Just below the tree knob, the roots are like a door curtain, blocking a dark tree hole three meters high.
The chicken-foot hut shrunk into a chicken coop, and Harley and Clark jumped in.
"Walking backward is like reading from right to left, bottom to top, and back to front. When reading backward, your thinking will be confused and you will know nothing; when walking backward, time and space will be messy, and your consciousness will be confused. Master Witch, you should think twice!" Yajia!
My mother-in-law stopped me at the entrance of the cave and tried to persuade me.
Harley opened her mouth and spat out a piece of yellow light, swallowed Clark into her belly, and kicked the old witch in the chest like a ball. The bones rolled into the depths of the hole, and the chicken-foot hut quickly followed.
It's dark inside the cave and there's no light, but you don't have to worry about going astray, there's just one path.
The old witch was in front, and Harry and the chicken-foot hut were walking side by side. The narrow space was depressing, and only the rustling footsteps and breathing could be heard.
Harley had a strange expression. It was not her and Grandma Yajia who were panting, but the Chicken Feet House. It was panting violently, and the small chimney was filled with thick smoke.
"Ah, I'm melting, no." Suddenly, Grandma Yajia in front covered her face and howled miserably. The space around her seemed to be mosaic, as if she was wrapped in a ball of boiling water.
Her person is also like coal briquettes falling into the water. The rippling shadows are blurred and illusory, and they are lost from Granny Yajia into the "boiling water of time and space", as if she is being broken down into "elementary particles".
.
Harley quickly took a step back, and activated her level 10 fifth defense specialty, the Power of Connection stance, and the mosaic of chaotic time and space immediately bounced away.
They seemed to be popping up a two-meter-diameter bubble in a heating pipe that was boiling water.
Seeing that the defensive expertise was effective, Harry stepped into the "boiling water of time and space".
Well, if it doesn't work, she will turn around and run away, leaving Granny Yajia to fend for herself.
"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Granny Yajia asked in shock.
The chicken-foot hut is no longer out of breath.
Harry kicked the old witch in the butt again and said, "Quickly go!"
After walking for about five minutes, twisting and turning, climbing up and down, at a distance of 300 meters, a chaotic candlelight appeared in front of me, the entrance of the cave became wider, and the surrounding "boiling water space-time" also came to an end.
Harley spit out Clark first before moving on.
After a while, they heard a melodious heroic song.
"King Arthur sleeps at the foot of the mountain, and the sword in the stone is covered with cobwebs and buried deep at the foot of the mountain. If darkness covers Britain, he will wake up and appear in the world, slay the evildoers, eradicate the tyrants, and eliminate violence and bring peace to the good in a single thought."
Exiting the tunnel is a huge cave, or tomb.
Under the bright yellow light of burning candles, a handsome young man wearing ancient clothes sat beside the coffin, holding a harp in his arms, slowly twisting it lightly, and singing gracefully. Thin blond hair fell down on his forehead, covering his expression, but it could not stop the faint sadness that overflowed from his singing voice.
and feelings.
They stood there and watched him sing three songs in a row.
After King Arthur, there are Frederick the Redbeard and Catherine.
"Praise the Lord, I have two listeners!" The singer raised his head and looked at Harley and Clark in surprise, "Oh, you are real humans, not goblins or fairies."
Harry was not surprised. The hoods covered their appearance, but their aura that was obviously different from that of fairies and fairies could not be concealed.
Well, Harley could cover it up, but Superman couldn't, so she didn't hide it.
"That's weird, how did you come from behind?"
"Thanks to Grandma Yajia's magical power, her methods are amazing." Harry said.
Grandma Yajia smiled dryly.
The singer didn't bother with such "little things", he just introduced himself once and asked about the identities of the two human guests.