So, do we really want to kill people?

Dorothy looked at the two monsters with animal faces and human bodies in front of her. She was trembling with fear on the surface, but she was thinking about this problem in her heart.

Although the appearance of these two monsters is quite intimidating, she has just observed their walking postures and is used to their pace, and she can roughly judge the strength of the target from the small details inadvertently revealed during these actions. This is a warrior.

basic skills.

Well, it's really a basic skill. The otaku witch has already mastered this skill before she traveled through time.

Therefore, Dorothy basically concluded that these two monsters were noobs based on their loose legs and frivolous movements.

They may have strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, but at least there is nothing commendable about their skills.

Just like the boss in the novice village in the game, the attack power may be quite high, and a newcomer may be able to kill him with just a few bites, but the moves are fixed and the routines are rigid. As long as you are familiar with the skills, you can pass the level without any damage.

Just hand.

Therefore, these two monsters may indeed be difficult for an ordinary little girl to defeat, but if measured from the perspective of numerical strength, they are not truly invincible.

Dorothy was just debating whether to follow the subtext of the letter just now and kill the monsters with an axe, and then set fire to the wooden house to complete the final "exorcism" ceremony.

This should undoubtedly be the correct process for clearing the level. The difficulty is how to subdue these two monsters with the body of a weak little girl.

However, the otaku witch is not very willing to follow this process.

After all, according to the description in the letter, the two monsters in front of him were "his" parents.

So, do "I" really want to accept the fate of this "filial piety" dead person?

This was where Dorothy struggled.

Of course, judging from the description in the letter just now or the words and deeds of the two monsters in front of them, these parents are complete scum, the kind who would not regret their death.

Dorothy was not so soft-hearted that she could not even touch such a scumbag.

She just felt slightly sorry for the little girl she was playing. This very good and strong little girl should not have to bear such a sin.

After all, no matter how normal a person is, once he is guilty of parricide, his future fate is basically destined to fall straight into the abyss.

These two scumbags can die, but "I" shouldn't do it.

The otaku witch thought for a while and finally made up her mind.

Although she didn't know if not following the game prompts would cause any plot changes, increase the difficulty of the game, etc., but it didn't matter, just be happy.

Dorothy was not a person who liked to take the ordinary path. What she hated most was acting according to other people's arrangements. She just wanted to do what she wanted to do.

Then, "I" can be saved by me.

The otaku witch thought so in her heart.

But at this moment, because they had not waited for an answer for a long time, the scary and weird faces of the pig-headed man and the snake-scorpion woman who were approaching gradually showed angry expressions, and they immediately slapped them with their hands, one from the left and the other from the right.

boom......

Along with the sound of the wooden wall panels breaking, the storm outside the house also blew in through the holes in the wall, causing the pig-headed man and the femme fatale woman to subconsciously raise their hands in front of them.

However, the next second, they were stunned.

Because a rusty ax has been placed on the pig's neck, and the sharp poisonous scorpion tail behind the femme fatale's butt has been cut off, and the scorpion tail needle with cold light is also pointing at the femme fatale.

The position of the eyeballs on the face that turned 180 degrees due to pain.

Well, the pig's head was just a hair away and the snake's brain was punctured.

"Hey, can you two understand human speech? Can you communicate?"

The thin little girl asked, holding an ax in one hand and a scorpion-tailed needle in the other.

Some creatures in the spirit world purely act according to rules, while others are intelligent and can communicate. Dorothy doesn't know which type of these two monsters they belong to. She hopes it is the latter, otherwise she will not be able to be so gentle today.

Fortunately, although the pig-headed man and the femme fatale woman did not speak, the otaku witch was still keenly aware of the uncontrollable trembling in the bodies of these two monsters.

They are afraid, terrified.

But if you know fear and fear, it will be easier to handle.

"We are a family, and we shouldn't be so casual with each other, do you understand?"

She said this with a smile.

The little girl had a bright smile on her face, like an angel.

"Then daddy, you must have brought a gift for your lovely daughter, right?"

She asked the pig-headed man.

The pig-headed man was silent for a moment, and finally reached out and touched his arms. He finally pulled out a red cloak, and then handed it to Dorothy.

The witch frowned slightly at this, but she didn't say anything. She put away the red cloak, then turned to look at the trembling femme fatale with the same smile.

"Well, Mom, I'm hungry. How about we have a family reunion dinner one last time?"

In this regard, looking at the scorpion tail needle right in front of her, how could the snake woman dare to refuse, so she had to carefully tap the snake head.

"Well, that's great. I like my parents the most."

The smile on the little girl's face suddenly became a little brighter, and she put away the ax and scorpion tail in her hands.

The two monsters, the pig-headed man and the snake-scorpion woman, who had regained their freedom, looked at each other, but had no intention of resisting.

Under the signal from the witch's eyes, the pig-headed man sat down on the previously destroyed wooden wall, blocking the wind and rain outside the house with his fat body.

The femme fatale woman came to the stove cautiously and began to make a fire and cook with some unfamiliarity.

Dorothy put on the newly acquired red cloak. As soon as the cloak was put on her body, a message suddenly came.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! [The Red Cloak of Courage: This is a reward for those who dare to resist fate. May it always fill you with the courage to move forward. 】

"Good guy, this is really like a game. You can kill monsters and explode equipment."

Dorothy complained in her heart.

Thinking about it, the normal way to obtain this red cloak is through defeating the pig-headed father.

But complaints are complaints. After putting on this red cloak, she felt that her body had become much warmer, as if there was a fire burning in her heart. At the same time, her physical strength and strength seemed to have been greatly increased.

Well, although she is still a mortal and has not recovered her magic power and witch body, she is finally no longer the powerless little girl she was before.

OK, everything is fine.

Looking at her father who used his body to block the wind and rain and guarding the warmth of the home, and looking at her mother who was busy at the stove and creating a warm home, the house witch nodded with satisfaction.

She returned to the desk before and picked up the letter written in blood.

There were only a few lines written on this large piece of paper, and there was a large blank space.

Dorothy thought for a moment, and then cut off the scorpion's tail needle with an axe. The hollow structure of the scorpion's tail needle could barely be used as a pen.

She used the scorpion tail needle to suck a little blood from the scorpion tail, and then she picked up a pen and wrote a sentence on the letter.

"My parents do still love me. Everything before was just a misunderstanding. After some friendly exchanges, I now have a relatively happy family."

"There is nothing more important and precious in this world than family."

"Every little girl deserves a happy and complete family."

Although she didn't know if there was any meaning in doing so, the otaku witch didn't like tragedies, so she had nothing to do anyway, so she simply gave this unfinished letter a good ending.

However, just after she completed this sentence, the next moment, the original handwriting on the letter disappeared, and then the ugly handwriting appeared again like a dung beetle crawling.

However, this time it is not words written in blood, but words written on carbon strips.

"The demons in my parents suddenly left, and they seemed to have changed. My father stopped drinking. He found a job as a dock porter and began to make money to support the family. My mother no longer went to play cards with people every day.

, she started to learn cooking skills, and she cooked a lot of delicious food every day, which is really good."

"Mom also asked me to send some freshly baked bread to my grandma outside the city tomorrow. Grandma runs an orphanage by herself outside the city. It's very hard. I don't know if I can help out tomorrow.

busy."

Dorothy: "......"

Ah, this, do I pass the first level?

However, looking at the new content in the letter, she nodded with satisfaction.

Although this may also be part of the plot of the haunted house game, the sense of accomplishment of avoiding a bad ending and reaching a good ending still makes her quite satisfied.

"It seems that this game has quite a lot of branching routes, and it's quite exquisitely made. If it weren't for forcing people to play and not giving them a logout button, I would definitely give it a good review."

The otaku witch thought so in her heart.

Now she really feels that this game is somewhat interesting.

"I just don't know what happened to the sisters. We should meet them in the next levels."

Dorothy thought of her lost sisters.

She was slightly worried about the safety of her sisters, but the sisters all had extraordinary backgrounds and had a lot of life-saving means on their bodies, so nothing would happen to them. She only hoped that as the game progressed, everyone could unite as soon as possible.

At this moment, the aroma of bread came.

The viper mother came over carrying three bowls of thin broth and some freshly baked bread.
To be continued...