Lysander's answer was quite specific. He raised his arm and pointed: "Go in that direction, pass through the 'Taunting Woods', and wade through the 'Ghost Swamp', and you will be able to see the temple."
After saying this prompt, he turned around and left, and quickly disappeared from the sight of the players.
The players did not waste any time and set off immediately, heading in the direction pointed by Lesander. As they walked, Atobe complained: "We have been making trouble for a long time. Is the person holding the ax the coolie responsible for cutting down trees and clearing roads..."
"It's very consistent with the belief and camp you chose." Feng Bujue joked.
"Eat me big [beep——]!" Facing Brother Jue's ridicule, Atobe felt that this sentence was the most appropriate response.
"Haha..." Feng Bujue smiled nonchalantly, "But... in a sense, chaotic evil also has some benefits. For example, I can't say these four words you are saying now."
"Eh? It's true." Tianma Xingkong interjected. Obviously, he tried it immediately, but he was also unable to convert his intention into action.
"Hmm... interesting..." Honghu continued, "I can't say those four words either... It seems that only those who have chosen Edith as their faith can say it."
"So what?" Atobe responded, "This has no substantial benefits."
"I don't know if there are any benefits," the good-for-nothing uncle continued, "But based on this, I can be sure... the influence of the plot of 'Choose Faith' is far from over."
"That's right." Honghu continued, "Based on this...in the course of the next game, we are likely to encounter some kind of problem that requires specific beliefs to solve."
"Yes." Feng Bujue nodded in agreement, and reminded, "One more thing that needs to be noted is... different beliefs, in addition to solving different problems, may also bring different troubles."
While everyone was talking, they had already walked out of the forest.
Then, a towering mountain wall appeared in front of them, and there was a deep canyon-like ravine in the middle of the mountain wall. The red moon shone in the ravine, reflecting a grotesque shadow of the trees.
"Ah...just looking at it from a distance makes my hair stand on end." Atobe walked in front holding an ax and said weakly.
"I think it will be a very interesting place." Feng Bujue said, "It should be able to enrich my vocabulary." After reading the equipment description of [Trash-talking tree spirits must die], he immediately mocked it.
I took a keen interest in the tree.
"I think you are already very eloquent." Uncle Good-for-nothing continued sincerely.
"Ha... there is no end to learning." Feng Bujue replied.
Soon, they came to the slightly steep gorge. A group of people filed in and entered the cold and strange forest.
The soil here is black and gray, like solidified ashes, and there is a pungent smell of sulfur in the air. The bark of the surrounding trees is dark brown, and the tree trunks are intertwined and shaped like a giant python. The branches are twisted and extended; from the shape
Look, if the general big trees are "standing", then the trees in this forest are "dancing wildly".
"Did you hear that?" After walking for a while, Atobe suddenly turned his head and said to his teammates with a pale face.
"Ah... there seems to be some kind of noise, right?" Feng Bujue's calm attitude and expression that didn't want to be beaten made his teammates feel at ease. "It's probably some scary drama, it has no real meaning. Don't pay too much attention to it."
"Yes...that's it..." Tianma Xingkong, who was following behind, was also sweating profusely. Hearing Brother Jue's words, he calmed down a little.
It turned out that not long after they entered the "sarcastic forest", some small sounds penetrated into their ears. Those sounds seemed to be whispering, but they could not make out the content.
For Feng Bujue, this is nothing. However, most people will always be a little scared when they constantly hear the seemingly invisible voices in this relatively dark and strange environment...
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" Suddenly, a burst of heart-rending laughter sounded.
This sudden increase in volume made everyone (except Feng Bujue) frightened and went back to the roller coaster.
"Who?" Atobe asked nervously, his hands tightly gripping the handle of the axe, and his palms were covered with sweat.
"Ta-da!" came another startled roar.
"Oh hahaha..."
"Hey Hey……"
Strange laughter and threatening sounds that were obviously malicious were heard one after another. Those sounds seemed to be spinning at high speed in the forest like a whirlpool, making it difficult to identify the source.
"Don't panic." Although there was sweat dripping from Honghu's forehead, his voice was relatively calm, "The sound is probably coming from the surrounding trees." He adjusted his glasses, "Everyone knows that this place is a 'taunt'
Forest, you should have been mentally prepared."
"Haha...haha..." Tianma Xingkong's thick-browed heroic face seemed to be cramped. He tried his best to maintain his usual appearance, "Of course! How could a hero be afraid of such a small scene?"
Before Brother Ma finished speaking, another voice shouted from nowhere: "Bomb!"
"Ah!" Tianma Xingkong was so frightened that his scalp was numb. He screamed, turned around and assumed the posture of the Meteor Fist, "Who is it! Come out and fight with me if you dare!"
"Hahaha... You are so scared that you are angry, right? What a waste." Along with this insulting language, the tree of ridicule appeared, and there were more than one tree...
At this moment, all the trees near the players changed. A raised human face appeared on the bark of each tree. The texture of the tree flowed like liquid and gathered on the "faces" of these guys.
, turned into a pattern resembling hair and beard.
"Look, a group of humans are coming."
"I bet you can cook them like celery."
"Yes, a third-rate explorer, a first-rate side dish, hahaha..."
"Hey, that sissy over there, have you ever considered sex reassignment surgery?"
"That blind man in a nightgown, go find a stick quickly."
"Brother who calls himself a hero, don't worry, I won't attack your personality... because you have no personality! Hahaha..."
"Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes! Frog! Four eyes..."
As the saying goes, there is no false tree under the reputation. After the trees of ridicule appeared, they began to hurt people non-stop. They also improvised according to the various characteristics of the players...the lines were not the same.
"Hey! You! Yes, it's you." One of the trees shouted to Feng Bujue, "You seem to think you are very powerful, don't you? Ah~ I can see it from your eyes, you are so self-righteous
Boy, let me tell you what you're like... You dress like a crazy parrot and you don't seem to have the best taste. I guess you're just a chorizo-eating redneck, by the way you smell when you talk.
It's like a ball of beans trying to escape the cow's digestive system."
Feng Bujue listened to the other party's sarcasm without showing any anger. He nodded solemnly and muttered something, as if he was preparing to memorize this sentence for future use...
