A petal is formed entirely by the natural volatilization of the river.

The old farmer put the stone milk on Lao Li's hand, bowed up, and held the lime water in both hands.

Li Zhenshu held the river water between his hands according to the posture of the old farmer, and let it volatilize bit by bit.

Only after the real experience can I know that it is not simple, the hand seam must be tight, otherwise the water will leak, and we must keep bowing.

If he accidentally seeps into the grass, the grass under his feet is all petrified, and as soon as his hand leaves the upper reaches of the river, the water droplets will disappear in an instant.

It wasn't until it got dark that a thin white flocculent condensed into his hands, but Lao Li's whole body was sore.

Li Zhenshu suddenly felt a sour itch, and a strange power erupted from the inside out, and his body began to petrify uncontrollably.

"Sleep well!", the old farmer quickly ran into the distance, put his hand on the top of his head and looked into the distance, and gradually turned into a stone.

Go to bed?

Li Zhenshu was very awake, he didn't feel drowsy at all, although his body couldn't move, his thinking was unusually clear.

All the creatures on the grass were turned into stones, and it was as quiet and terrifying as Lao Li had just come in.

Lao Li stood on the edge of the Stone River, with his back to the castle.

Shout!

A sound of wind slid over Lao Li's head.

The witch sat on a broom, her black peaked top hat studded with two black glasses, and looked down at the stone creatures on the ground.

She was patrolling her territory, holding a glass of red and bright blood wine in her hand, floating slowly under the blue sky.

The witch casually took a moment, and a beam of light fell on the stone in the distance, it was a vole!

The vole was jumping and running fast on the grass, and the wind brushed Li Zhenshu, and its panting sound could be clearly heard, obviously very hard and hard.

The witch's giggling laughter echoed through the space.

Day after day, the old farmer did not come to help Lao Li again, and no one here refused to deal with anyone, for fear of being punished for saying the wrong word or making the wrong action.

Refining stone milk, Li Zhenshu's hands are sore and numb every day, and the only thing he is glad that the witch's magic wand did not hit him.

It had been five days since he had been stoned, and the witch had flown out of the castle as usual, gliding past Li Zhen and floating rapidly in the air.

A flash of light fell from the sky and passed through his chest.

The smoothness passed through the body and was directly injected into the soul, and the stiffness of the body disappeared cleanly, and the stone shell disappeared, and the flesh and blood were restored.

He never realized that just having flesh and blood was a blessing.

"The lowly slave greets the Witch!", Lao Li bowed very gentlemanly, he couldn't run like a hare, "Lord Jade is willing to serve you!"

"Are you a noble?", the witch instantly stopped above Li Zhenshu, her broom speed racing.

"I'm just a lord!", Li Zhen said humbly.

"Dance with me!", the witch jumped down and stretched out her arms, her wrinkled skin as if it had been bitten by the devil, and landed on Lao Li's shoulder.

There was no music, Lao Li boldly hugged each other's waists and swayed gently.

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly illuminated the dance steps of the two of them, and every stone creature in the distance looked at Lao Li.

The witch left without giving any orders, and the knight patrolling the meadow took the initiative to come over and say hello to Li Zhenshu.

Lao Li smiled faintly, his dance steps were only learned by chance before, just to facilitate dealing with the human race, not profound, it seems that no one here can dance with witches.

Its body turned into stone again, and Li Zhen stared at the flowing stone river in front of him, and he suddenly wanted to turn around.

When the idea was first conceived, I noticed that the stone shell moved slightly.

It was small, very faint, but Lao Li noticed it.

Can he move?

That's impossible?

The next day, the witch made her rounds very early, and landed directly in front of Li Zhenshu to free him from the shackles of the stone, this time she brought a glass of red wine and an additional harp that could play and sing.

The harp beats to music leisurely, and the witch sways her body gently, enjoying the quiet time with her eyes closed.

Lao Li never said a word, he felt the light, and when he entered the stone shell, it was like hot water rushing to a snowdrift.

He cracked the curse.

For three whole days, Li Zhen followed the other party's dance steps.

The old farmer came over and offered to help Li Zhenshu collect a piece of stone milk, a few squirrels on the ground jumped around, and the patrolling knight occasionally said a few jokes to him.

"Why are you here!", Li Zhen asked the old farmer next to him boldly.

The old farmer was a little stunned, and a trace of pain flashed, "I came in the footsteps of my son!"

"Your son?"

The old farmer accidentally steamed up the stone milk, and hurriedly lay down to carefully pick up the water of the stone river.

"Forty years ago, when I was young, he was not half as tall as me, and one day a cake hut appeared outside the village, and a lot of children went to grab the cake!"

The old farmer didn't say any more, Li Zhenshu had already guessed the ending, it was the witch's cake house, and none of the children who entered it could leave.

"You came in with you, too?"

The old peasant did not speak, but glanced at the castle lonely.

"You didn't want to leave?"

He hadn't spoken yet, and the loneliness in his expression couldn't be resolved.

It should be clear that this old farmer has been here for forty years, and his son is no longer there.

"You want revenge?"

The old farmer glanced at Li Zhen and nodded indifferently, "I'm a hunter, I've heard of the horror of witches, I thought that my son could be rescued with my bow and arrows, I lurked in the woods behind the castle, constantly listening to the truth and truth, and I saw that I was going to succeed, but five years ago, the witch got the treasure I wanted and found me!"

"What treasure?"

The old peasant pointed to the black crow above the castle, "Eyeless birds, they like to devour children's eyes, and can see any corner of the world! Noseless dogs in the basement, they like to devour young children's hearts, and they can smell anything here! No matter how clever I am, I can't escape their prey!"

See everything, smell everything!

No wonder the stone creatures are so honest, and the children in the cages are actually the food of these two monsters.

Coupled with the fact that witches like to devour the blood of young children, it is really not a waste at all.

Li Zhen trembled and touched his swollen lips, his throat was much more comfortable, and the sequelae of the mandala fragrant kiss completely disappeared after a few petrifications.

It was a drug addiction that acted on the body, and the stone milk solved the sequelae, but now the stone body was more uncomfortable than poisoning.

"What does it feel like for you to be stone, can you see everything inside the castle?", Li Zhenshu was curious.

"Of course we're asleep, and we're going to work when we wake up!"

Sure enough, his speculation was correct, and his ability to wake up was probably related to the soul sacrifice.

"How to free himself from the stone form?", Li Zhenshu asked boldly, the stone restraint is very troublesome, and the witch can reduce him to flesh and blood, proving that there is a way to be completely freed.

"It's useless, we're contaminated with witch spells, unless witch blood!", the old farmer said with a wry smile, "Eyeless birds and eyeless dogs exist, no one can get close to the witch, and besides, there is his army of stone people, no one here dares to resist!"

"What will happen to the rebellion!"

"Your body will be ground into powder and sprinkled in the river of stones, and your soul will be forever divided into countless pieces, flowing with the river of stones!"

Li Zhenshu couldn't imagine what kind of punishment it was, it would not die but would flow like dust in the stone river.

It wasn't a creature at all.

He closed his eyes and felt the loneliness, looking at the castle, the cold of which made him shudder.

The body slowly entered the petrification, and he was waiting for the witch's magical light.

"Come with me to the castle today, I've got a band to dance for us!", the witch walked forward, and as soon as the light poured into Lao Li's body.

A faint smell of blood!

Lao Li could feel a little bit of blood added to the light, mixed with witchcraft.

Entering the castle again, he felt the gaze of the stone creature, and his gaze fell directly on the stone creature with a broken arm, "He attacked me!"

The witch laughed and pulled the dagger out of her pocket, "Finish him will make you dance a little better." ”。

Lao Li walked over, the dagger slashed along the other party's throat, and casually stabbed the heart a few times.

"Okay, are you feeling better now?", the witch smiled faintly, and a stone soldier in the ground walked under the stone pillar, his body slowly blending into it.

Li Zhen smiled with satisfaction!

He didn't know how many stone soldiers the witch had.

But now he had to make the witch happy.

The band is unique, with an automating drum, an organ dressed in an eerie sound, and a ticking trumpet.

"You're lagging behind in your dance moves!"

The witch's reprimand made Lao Li stunned, for fear that he would be useless.

"Dance steps need to be practiced!", the witch put a booklet on the table, "Practice well in the castle in the future!"