The eighteenth day of entering the eternal world.

"You mean—'we'?" Wilson felt that the amount of information was getting bigger.

"Yes," Webb said as if answering some rightful question, "Worm, Walter, and me, 'we.'" ”

"But you never said you had so many friends!"

"Woo~" Webb didn't quite understand, "but-"

"What does it matter?" Willow grimaced at Wilson as she mimicked Webb's tone, "He's just a kid, don't ask him that." ”

Wilson realized that he was a little out of shape, "Oh, I'm sorry, little spider. So, can you tell me who they are? ”

Webb sat down on the mat and began to tell his story: "Woo~ Worm was my best friend when I was a kid. I don't remember how we met, but we used to play together in the forest. My family is spiders, and his family is the big tree and the seed, the big tree contains us, the seed provides us with food, woo~ But my spider family will always pounce on little Wurm. Little Worm loves fireflies, he will find a large open space, plant dozens of seeds in one go, and then catch a bunch of fireflies and put them in the open space full of crops. At night, invite me to watch the fluorescent flickering. But I didn't have anything to give him, so I made lots and lots of insect nets for little Walm, and we both caught all the fireflies in the forest. However, there were no fireflies in the forest, and little Worm didn't like to stay in the forest with me. Later, he moved far away into the desert, and the last time we saw each other was not long ago, he became rude and didn't like fireflies anymore. ”

"It's, it's—"

"A sad story," the old woman commented, "is true." ”

"Woo~ I kind of like little Walm," Webb continued, "and Walter was my new friend after Wormwood left. She lives in a swamp with her fish family, you know the swamp, right? The ground was muddy and dark, and there were murderous tentacles, but there were plenty of reeds there. ”

"I've never heard of a 'killer tentacle' in a swamp." Willow was unimpressed.

"Yes, there are a lot of reeds in the swamp, and that's useful material." The old lady nodded solemnly.

"Your friend, Walter, you said she was a fish-man?" Wilson asked, "Then you must know the pigmen, and they are your friends, too?" ”

At the mention of the pig man, Webb suddenly became excited, "No! We hate pigs, we hate pigs! ”

Everyone didn't understand why Webb was so excited when it came to the pigman. The little spider calmed down, "Pigmen are not fun at all, they are bad creatures and will attack Walter and Webb with their claws. He shook his head, "Pigs are bad anyway." ”

"And what about the Vo-Tro-K-S with whom you were exchanged? Who is he? ”

"Woo~ He's an interesting companion, more fun than Walter, and there's no family to restrain him - Walter's family doesn't like Walter playing with me." Webb said of Votox who began to raise eyebrows, "Votox is a trickster, he can play a lot of funny pranks, and he can do magic. At the mention of magic, the old grandmother's brow furrowed unconsciously. He can appear over there from this side, with a whoosh, and he's pretty good anyway. ”

"Then where does he live, Vo-Tro-Ke-S."

"He lives on the whole continent." Webber replied, "He's always with the camps, and they're all pranksters. ”

"You mean the Christmas monster Campus who eats children? I thought it was just a legend. Willow hugged Bernie tightly. The rain had stopped, and the sky had already darkened, and although the old grandmother had just gone out to light a stone fire pit, it was still not suitable to talk about horror at this time.

"Woo~ What is Christmas? Why does Campus eat small children? Webb was puzzled.

"Well, it's a legend," Wilson said in a pretended horror, "Campus is a monster with goat's horns and hair all over his body, and whenever Christmas comes, he will sneak into the children's rooms in the middle of the night with a big cloth bag on his back, and even if there is a spark in the fireplace, he will drag his 'click' steps—" Wilson slowed down, "and then 'whoop'—put you in the bag!" Willow and Webb, as well as the awakened Ves, were all frightened and retreated, except for the Valkyrie Wigford beating her chest to show that she was not afraid of anything. Wilson was pleased with the effect he had produced, and he raised his voice, "The kid who gets caught will be eaten!" ”

"Can you please stop telling this kind of story at night, it will scare Bernie and me!" Willow slapped Wilson dissatisfied, and then suddenly froze, "But, did you hear footsteps, it's really that kind of sound!" ”

"Is it Woody and Wolfgang back?" Wilson looked back at the entrance to the tent.

The old woman and the female warrior were also alert, and someone dragged heavy footsteps, and he approached outside the tent!

"Ahh It's all your fault, it's Krampus here! Willow screamed, ducking into the corner of the tent.