It looked at Alice warily, lowered its voice and asked: "What, you want to enter that house?"

Nodding slightly, Alice looked calmly: "Yes, I want to visit the owner of the cabin."

The dryad's entire face was wrinkled, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and the bark of the tree turned upward, making it even more scary:

"I advise you not to go in. The wooden house does not accept any human visits."

Alice folded her arms, glanced at the simple and dilapidated wooden house, tilted her head and asked curiously:

"How do you say this?"

"This is a wooden house cursed by a witch. No one who enters the wooden house can come out alive."

The tree demon stared at the girl with his old eyes, his tone was serious and heavy,

"You are still young and good-looking. You should not waste your precious life just to visit the owner of the cabin."

Alice nodded thoughtfully, smiled and thanked:

"I know you mean well. But I have to go in and take a look."

The dryad stared deeply into her eyes, then shook his head and sighed slowly. "Young people today are really reckless."

It looked at Alice, and its voice seemed to grow older.

"I've said everything that needs to be said. If you want to come in, I won't stop you."

Taking a deep breath, the girl's amber eyes looked firm: "Yes."

Avoiding the dryad's face, Alice followed the damp tree trunk to the door of the wooden house.

The wooden door had been abandoned for a long time, its corners were broken and deformed, and it banged loudly in the wind.

Raising her hand to hold on to the frame of the wooden door, Alice thought of something and put the Dawn Sword hanging at her waist into her sleeve.

In this way, the sleeping Zhuo En can rest quietly without being disturbed by the outside world.

Hold the hilt of the Demon Sword Biluo with one hand and apply slight force with the other hand.

The bottom of the wooden door rubbed against the floor, making a harsh friction sound.

Keeping her mind on high alert, Alice stepped forward and stepped on the faded floor of the wooden house.

The floorboards made a loud creaking sound due to age. It sounded like mice and ducks squealing together.

There was fine dust visible to the naked eye floating in the room, and a puppet was leaning in the corner with its head tilted.

The threads controlling the puppet fell to the ground, and the corners of the puppet's mouth were a little crooked, as if it were smiling at the air.

In addition to the marionettes, there is also a simple rocking chair, a broken tumbler, and an old fireplace in the room.

The shape of the tumbler should be that of a penguin, but this penguin has no head.

Its belly seemed to have been struck with an axe, leaving a hideous gap.

The roly-poly fell to the ground, and his body seemed to be shaking slightly.

If you feel carefully, you will find that the whole room is shaking slightly.

At first, Alice thought it was blown by the wind.

Only later did she realize that the frequency and amplitude of the shaking room and the shaking of the tumbler were exactly the same.

And it's very rhythmic.

Like the pendulum swinging inside a clock.

One moment, one moment...

His eyes turned to the fireplace. Inside the square fireplace, there was a mountain of black ashes piled up.

There is no fuel inside.

Alice came into the room, and every time she took a step forward, the floor beneath her feet screamed loudly.

It makes people worry about whether they will step on the floor...

This wooden house was older than she imagined. There were many black stick figures painted on the walls of the wooden house.

Some of them made running movements, some showed their teeth and laughed, and some were holding weapons and preparing to fight...

Each stickman's actions are different.

They seemed to be alive and seemed to be moving in the next moment.

Strangely, Alice found no blood in the house.

From entering the room to observing all the items, nothing weird happened during the process.

Wade secretly observed the surroundings in his sleeves, and lowered his voice and said to Alice:

"If this is really a cursed place, it shouldn't be so peaceful."

Holding her chin with one hand, Alice frowned slightly.

"You mean-that dryad lied to us?"

The wand changed its position in the sleeve: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

If the tree demon really lied, then... what was the reason for it?

It's definitely not to scare her. Could it be that the tree demon doesn't want her to get close to this wooden door?

The same ancient tree grows in the middle of the cliff. Why is it that only this ancient tree can turn into a monster?

Alice thought of a possibility...

She didn't look at the furnishings in the cabin anymore, turned around and walked towards the door of the cabin.

At this moment, the deformed wooden door suddenly closed automatically, making a muffled sound, and the light in the room instantly dimmed.

Without changing her expression, Alice took a step forward and kicked the door.

"Boom!"

The wooden door shook, and the dust that fell on the door frame rose and flew in the air.

There was a clear footprint left on the door panel.

Behind him, the ashes in the square fireplace burned on their own.

The wooden chair shook violently, and the tumbler on the ground rolled to the left, then to the right.

The puppet in the corner suddenly moved and stood up unsteadily.

With a crooked smile on his face, he looked at Alice with blank eyes and danced a strange and cheerful dance.

Bright red liquid seeped out from the cracks in the floor, and the little figures on the wall gradually twisted and turned upside down...

The peaceful wooden house was instantly shrouded in a terrifying shadow.

Alice smiled. She faced the wooden door in front and spoke loudly through the door panel:

"That one outside - stop pretending. I don't want to waste time!"

The old voice of the dryad came from outside the door: "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly!"

Alice raised her lips and pulled out the magic sword Biluo.

The dilapidated wooden house shook violently, and the bright blue sword light tore apart the wooden walls and doors.
Chapter completed!