Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1951

This is anti-theft, the text is coming soon!

…No wonder the other person listens differently every time they laugh.

Under the bright white light, the stuff on the opposite side was clearly exposed in Lin Sanjiu's field of vision. At this time, this space is reflected very delicately, it is a special item [light moss] used by Polva before; throw it against the wall, and this item can quickly be around. It takes root and spreads in the environment, growing like countless tiny light tubes on the walls and the ground.

"Every time [light moss] spilled can be lit for ten minutes," Polva said behind her, her voice trembling slightly, like a tight thread, as if she was trying her best to restrain the urge to vomit. It seems that he can't stand the look of the thing opposite. "But what you gave me is now somehow restored to its original state...next, won't you use it next time?"

Anything that has been simulated once in [Battle Item] cannot be simulated again; and compared to the original product, it has only half the duration of use—that is, Lin Sanjiu only has five minutes to defeat the object in front of him. .

Having said that, what is this... on earth?

Perhaps Polva's analogy of "deconstructionism" is indeed the most appropriate. The thing in front of me seemed to be the result of dismembering countless humans and then re-pinching them together at will: a huge nail "blinked" at Lin Sanjiu a few times like eyelids, revealing the eyeball under the nail cover; Clumps of hairs of different colors and textures protruded from the deep body and floated vigorously in the air.

I don't know where to look, so that I don't feel nauseous; I don't even know where is the head and where is the body. Lost body, chaotic, staggered, a bunch of eyelashes trembling in the skin hole... a mass of flesh.

Only the parts that can make a sound are opened one by one, and some lips and teeth are blended together, half flesh and bone.

"I'm sorry, I was seen by you." I don't even know where the voice came from.

Lin Sanjiu lifted the back of his hand and wiped his mouth, swallowing the acid that poured into his throat and eyes. She still held the [Little Pawn Anesthesia Gun], staring at the other side, and asked behind her without turning her head back: "Don't you know anything that can treat the puppeteer? Is there a hemostatic agent?"

"I, when I'm injured, just take off a layer of body...so..." Polva replied guiltily. He seemed to want to say something more, but the thing on the opposite side didn't give him this chance. Suddenly he was short, and rolled towards Lin Sanjiu like a ball; its speed was extremely fast, and the weird smell was already strong in the blink of an eye. Pounced into her nose.

It came just right. [Painting style mutant version ding] It shines on her raised hands, and she is ready to meet her.

Flesh-colored phantoms rolled at high speed, the ground rumbling and shaking constantly, and the sound filled the entire space. Lin Sanjiu's nerves suddenly jumped slightly, and he felt as if he had heard some noise, but it was too late to turn her head. Just when she raised her hand to press on the thing in front of her, a roar suddenly erupted from behind her. .

"Don't touch it!"

When her brain recognized that it was Mu Xin's voice, Lin Sanjiu's hand was almost touching the crumpled skin. She shook her heart and stopped the castration abruptly; however, the speed of the flesh-colored phantom did not decrease, and even if she retracted her hand, it still rolled up.

Lin Sanjiu was inevitable at this time, as long as she avoided, the puppeteer and Polva behind her would be exposed to the flesh-colored phantom.

"Bend over!"

As soon as Mu Xin's voice sounded, Lin Sanjiu conditioned to bend over, only to feel that something swished past her back, and was slamming her head against the bashing meaty stuff. superior. The rolling sound stopped abruptly. In her sight, a piece of saggy skin, flowing like fat toward her boots, stopped on the edge.

Lin Sanjiu panted and raised his head, just in time to see a pair of legs—the part above the legs was already sinking into the mass of flesh-colored things; only the pair of legs that had long lost their lives remained outside, covered by flesh-colored things. The movements of the child's constant "gulping" swayed.

The ends of the legs are feet, and the ends of the feet are ten toenails that have been mottled with burgundy nail polish, drawing a broken red shadow in the air.

"Retreat, hurry!" Mu Xin's voice made Lin Sanjiu aroused.

She picked up the puppeteer's arm, dragged him on the ground and hurried back a few steps, finally seeing Mu Xin standing at the junction of light and darkness. It was only half a night, and this long and straightforward young man had already had a green beard stubble on his chin, his complexion pale and ugly.

He really got stuck inside.

"Do you know it?" Lin Sanjiu asked, panting. Polva also hurried over, like a bunny jumping.

"I've been the target for several times," Mu Xin stared at the thing that had just melted a pair of female legs into it, and didn't even look at her. It may not be an illusion, but the thing seems to have grown a little bit more imperceptibly. "Before I saw you from that small window, I was almost hit by something like this, and I managed to escape."

"What is this?" Bai Fatty asked anxiously. [Light Moss] The light spreads evenly in a section of the passage, but it doesn't shine far; if they step back a few steps, they will go back to the darkness again.

Mu Xin was taken aback, followed the sound for half a circle, only then saw the fat white man who now has only calf length.

"It's a big fish," he suppressed his surprise, and hurriedly explained: "At least that's what I call them. These big fish swim in the aisle. Once they roll up like just now, they only need to be a little bit up to the side. Dissolve the corpses, creatures, and monsters you meet into your body."

"Then how did you escape?"

"This thing has to stop every time it merges so that I have a chance to run." Mu Xin said, looking down at the puppeteer, and frowned slightly.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly understood: Mu Xin must have picked up a corpse from nowhere and threw it over, which stopped the "big fish" for her and saved her life. But the situation is different now, they can't run away anymore—

She had just thought of this when the "big fish" not far away suddenly twisted and stood up. The spotted burgundy nails were trapped in the wrinkled fleshy skin like egg bags, and one piece even grew on a person's face. The man's face was pulled flat, dragging his face in the direction of Lin Sanjiu with difficulty, and tore his mouth dry at them.

Lin Sanjiu's nerves jumped, and almost missed a beat of his heart. She could cut off the brain's instructions, but the others couldn't-before she could think about it, when she leaped forward, she had already pulled a bath towel between her hands and covered the face. Its heavy breath blew the bath towel slightly, and when the bath towel fell to the ground with Lin Sanjiu, the "Dying Breath" was barely controlled, and only fluttered out in a small space around her.

Even if it is not inhaled into the nasal cavity, it is enough to be sprayed on the skin by that gasp.

However, how many times have passed through the juncture of life and death, no one can not fear the feeling when stepping on the edge of the cliff and looking down at the abyss of death. This is the deepest fear of all life, knowing that his cells are about to decay and dry up, knowing that he will no longer be able to open his eyes and breathe, and can only sink slowly into the ground like a rotten leaf.

The darkness enveloped Lin Sanjiu's eyes.

Fortunately, this illusion of dying only lasted a few seconds; because she used her consciousness to temporarily cut off the brain's control of the body, her body did not really fall into a state of death because of this illusion. When she opened her eyes trembling, she found herself lying in the corner of the wall, having been left behind by the "big fish".

Presumably thinking that she was bound to die, the huge flesh-colored shadow was rolling towards the place where Mu Xin and his party were at high speed. I don't know why, but Mu Xin and the others did not run. They still squatted far away in the dark place where light and shadow meet, making it difficult to see what they were doing.

Although the fear that erupted when he was dying settled in his veins like toxins, Lin Sanjiu still struggled desperately and waved his hand; Hegel's hooked tow rope leaped into the air like a spiritual snake. Without suspense, he stuck on the "big fish".

Unexpectedly, another scream erupted from "Big Yu"; as soon as the hook plunged in, Lin Sanjiu immediately turned over and jumped up, pressing his feet on the ground, and stubbornly grabbed the forward momentum of the huge Roshan. After she stumbled and staggered, she finally stopped the "big fish" and turned her head to one side, only to find that Mu Xin and the others still hadn't moved. "Big Fish" was too close to them.

Are they looking for death?

Lin Sanjiu's heart burst into an unknown fire, and he was about to roar, but suddenly heard a low cough. She couldn't be more familiar with the sound quality, it was as cold as a dead branch with a layer of frost in the winter, and it was cold.

She stared blankly at the direction of the sound, although her sight was blocked by the "big fish", she couldn't see anything.

"As long as I meet you, there must be nothing good."

The puppeteer said softly.