Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1926

For the evolutionary living in the Karma Museum, the fascinating palace, located in the middle of the vast desert and able to confuse and confuse the routes of all flying objects, is a barren place that is ignored by the world.

It always stands quietly in the depths of the desert, and sometimes it will not be drawn by human eyes once in a few months. So when it suddenly buzzed and shook, it shook the sand piles, and finally stirred up waves of iron-red wind and sand between the sky and the earth, the Karma Museum still wouldn’t know that this copy was actually like an evolutionary. Escaped in a dangerous situation.

"Huh!"

The old janitor took a sharp breath and almost slipped off the chair. He hurriedly sat down, and subconsciously covered his throat and shook his head vigorously. Then he remembered something and slapped his forehead. .

"Ah," he laughed self-deprecatingly, sitting alone in the crowded square and desert, and whispered: "It's not me who got caught in the neck...Is it okay?"

Across most of the palace, passing over an unknown number of simulated copies, the creatures of the copies turned their heads toward the depths of the palace with this question: the stone statues in the courtyard of the colossus, the apprentices in the old tailor's shop, The human figures depicted on a red brick wall... all seem to be waiting for a reply from the depths of the palace.

"No... it's okay."

From the darkness, a voice groaned | groaned.

The palace walls, floor tiles, gardens, and dense nets of small rivers gradually calmed down from the shaking and trembling, and the confusing palace was restored to its original state; the dungeon creatures got the answer, turned their heads again, in eternity Waiting for the next evolutionary who walks in.

A figure slowly got up, fumbled in the dark, and fell into a high chair. He clutched his neck and coughed a few times, but his wheezing subsided, as if his throat had suffered a serious injury.

It's just that when he was talking to himself, his voice sounded normal and didn't seem to be affected much.

"Obviously just an evolutionary..." the man said: "I almost came out with me...fortunately it was not me."

He coughed again and waved his hand: "Turn on the light."

Starting from the corner, one by one fire candlelight jumped from the floor-to-ceiling carved candlestick, gradually illuminating this spacious room. The reliefs crawled along the corners, and the ceiling was painted over the ceiling. Thick wood and marble formed the walls and the ground; in the lacquered gold chair under the red curtain, a figure was half-bending and panting.

If Lin Sanjiu could see him at this moment, he would find that he was indeed not the incarnation of the mud-like copy.

This man has thick eyebrows and black hair, a square face, and his thick beard seems to be working hard from his face and expanding into the surrounding air—a large oil painting of a figure in a Chinese costume hangs on the wall of the room. It's exactly the same face.

After a while, he raised his head, looked around the empty and spacious room, and sighed.

"You ask," he opened his mouth without lifting his head, a large room large enough to open a large ball, almost immediately swallowing his voice. "Did they attract that woman?"

He tilted his head and waited quietly for a few seconds, as if listening to an answer that only he could hear.

"...But isn't the man in the leather jacket?" he asked a little in his voice. "Of course not, I knew he had come in with her a long time ago. Don't look for this kind of evolutionary who has something to do with others in the future!"

He seemed to be a little angry; with the last word in the mouth, the whole room evoked an echo, slowly not leaving. In the echo repeatedly hitting the walls of the room and the palace, something seemed to "creak", and the man immediately waved his hand, and all the sounds died down.

He listened attentively for a while, then patrolled around and saw that everything was all right, and then he sat back on the high seat.

"The next batch of evolutionaries--"

He just started talking, and suddenly paused again. He raised his nose and twitched vigorously, as if he was smelling something in the air. After a few seconds, he slowly smiled: "There are guests."

"Come out," the bearded man stood up from the high seat, turned around and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

A red curtain hanging from a golden canopy on the ceiling has been hanging down on the ground, covering all three sides of the high seat. At this moment, from the red curtain at the back, the shape of a person's nose, chin, and shoulders faintly undulated.

"When did you come in?" The man was not worried at all, but smiled. "It's amazing to be here. Congratulations, you have finally reached the place where the regret medicine is."

The human figure moved, but never came out from behind the red curtain.

"Come out," the thick-bearded man persuaded kindly: "You are the evolutionary who has finally reached the depths, right? You will be able to complete this copy of the Confused Palace in no time..."

Although his tone was excellent, the expression on his face was still taut, and his feet approached the red curtain step by step as quietly as possible.

"I don't know when there will be an evolutionary in the Great Palace. I slept for a long time..." His tone unknowingly brought a kind of arrogance and majesty, "You can bow to me now. NS!"

As soon as the voice fell, the red curtain tent was suddenly rolled by invisible force, and the ground was drawn into the air; when the gaze of the thick-bearded man fell behind the tent, he was taken aback.

A blank human figure covered in snow white and hairless raised his head at him-if it had eyes, the two were facing each other at the moment.

"You are..." The bearded man took a step back slowly, another step, and narrowed his eyes. "you are not……"

Almost at the same moment, the marble floor of the room suddenly shook, and was shattered into several pieces by the impact. From his heel, he burst out like a fountain; before the man turned his head, a wave of power rushed. On his back, with a force that even a dungeon creature could not stop, wrapped him around him, slammed him straight into the snow-white figure in front of him, and suddenly smashed into each other.

"Humanism," a female voice drank clearly from the fragmentation and confusion: "Hold him firmly for me!"

The snow white man immediately opened his hands and hugged the thick-bearded man tightly.

"It's you?" The thick-bearded man who was curled in his arms and couldn't get out for a while, his face was flushed with struggle, his neck and eyeballs turned back vigorously, but because he was hugged too tightly, he couldn't see much: "No, impossible—how can you go through the copy space by yourself—how can this thing trap me—"

However, his anger was incomprehensible, but at this time he was completely unheard by the people behind.

In fact, no one seems to pay much attention to him now.

"Don't drag me," a gloomy male voice just said, and then the woman yelled "Ah" and protested: "You stepped on me!"

"Oh," the male voice said with gasps and anger, "I'll shine shoes when I go back."

"Why are you always angry?" The woman named Lin Sanjiu didn't seem to see the boss as a dungeon creature in her eyes, just talking to her companion: "It's not that I almost exposed..."

"Let go of me!" the thick-bearded man shouted, "I am a dungeon creature, and I will start the last level soon!"

He seemed to attract the attention of the two behind him, because they suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, the woman coughed.

"Humanism?" She asked with a good temper: "You... why did you grow a beard?"

The title is only the first half sentence, and the second half sentence is "Not Lin Sanjiu and the Puppet Master".

This is how the title party cheated the click rate...