Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1955 Leave the copy!

This is an anti-theft chapter. There may be twenty or thirty minutes left in the text. If you go to bed late, you can wait.

When I was in the data stream management library, the data body used this analogy: I want to explain their "analysis and writing" ability to Lin Sanjiu, as if I want to explain quantum physics to a monkey.

Even the owner said that, Lin Sanjiu, who relied on special items to imitate their abilities, now felt like he was facing four amoebas.

"...In short, the Supreme God is going up, and it looks like he is about to leave the Olympics."

"But there's nothing on it?" An amoeba named Musin couldn't help asking. "Besides, how do I go up?"

If you want to explain it carefully, the remaining minute is definitely not enough. Lin Sanjiu has never been good at articulation. Even with the illusion of manipulating everything, she couldn't help but feel sweaty at this moment; she turned her head and glanced at the night sky with abnormal data, finally gave up trying and turned around. Go: "Time is running out, come with me as soon as possible. You can assume that there is an elevator there that can send people up!"

"Where to send it? What do you want to do?" Another amoeba, who didn't understand the situation, asked, lying on Musin's shoulder.

They should have been parsed just now; in this way, what they want to say can be written directly into their brains.

Suppressing this angry thought, Lin Sanjiu continued to fold and cut the ground under her feet, and used a method similar to "shrinking the ground into an inch" to send several people forward; after only ten seconds, she stopped. Stopped.

The misty night sky above his head looked like nothing unusual.

The data pipeline that only Lin Sanjiu could see was standing like a huge glass test tube between the sky and the earth; it flickered and flowed at high speed under the night sky, and the top was gradually submerged in the dark mist. The bright spot that was so small that it was almost unclear just now disappeared from the "glass test tube" after only ten seconds. Above that layer of tumbling fog, there should be a universe-like "data flow tube library".

"The place we are going is too dangerous. You and Polva don't have to get involved," she hurriedly told one child and one child behind her when she was more than ten steps away from the data pipeline. "Besides, I have another one. I ask you for one thing."

"Where are you going?" Mu Xin asked again.

Lin Sanjiu turned a deaf ear, just spit out a name gently.

"Ji Shanqing—" She couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "I sent him away, but I don't know where he is. I think he should still be in the Olympics. After all, what he realized was my wish. He's still here, he shouldn't go far. Before you teleport, can you help me find him?"

Now that the Olympics have been washed away into rubble by the tsunami, Mu Xin no longer has to participate in the competition, just in time to find the whereabouts of the gift package.

Mu Xin nodded hesitantly.

"That's great," Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief. "After finding him, let him try his best to wait for me in the central twelve realms. I will definitely go to the central twelve realms in the next three worlds. "

Which one it is is not really important; the twelve worlds communicate with each other, and it is enough to leave a message in a place like Muyu Forum.

This time, Mu Xin and Polva agreed together. Fatty Bai said in a low tone, "Be careful yourself. I've walked a lot of the doomsday world. It's rare to meet someone like you... I hope we can meet again in the Twelve Realms in the future."

Lin Sanjiu felt exactly the same.

"Are you done talking nonsense?" When the puppeteer, who had been watching coldly, spoke, even his voice was gloomy, and he seemed to hate this kind of scene. "If you delay my going up, you won't have three worlds to live."

Lin Sanjiu touched his collar subconsciously. There was not much time left. She quickly glanced at the two friends who had just met soon and were about to separate so abruptly. She couldn't say a word for a while. Suddenly, she fell deeply into the two of them. Bent over: "Thank you, thank you."

This word that is often said several times a day before the end of the day, when spit out in this desolate wilderness, it is so solemn that it makes people feel strange.

"Right," Mu Xin suddenly remembered, "Your [Battle Item] is still with me."

He didn’t share any of the special items that he had promised to distribute to him. Instead, he was just killed and turned around at the critical moment of life and death. I don’t know how many times; Lin Sanjiu straightened up and took it a bit embarrassingly.【The battle thing】.

The next time you see him, you must fulfill her promise.

She waved to the two of them and strode towards the data channel not far away. The soul queen immediately followed, but the puppeteer paused beside the two.

"Stretch out your hand," he said solemnly.

Mu Xin looked reluctant. While he was still pursing his mouth, Polva on his shoulder stretched out a white and fat arm that was as small as a glutinous rice strip very obediently, and turned to persuade Mu Xin in a low voice. : "You stretch it out, you don't have a choice anyway."

The puppeteer sneered and shook his fingers in front of both palms—he deliberately didn't touch anyone's skin, only the bright red feathers on his cuffs gently swept past their fingertips; there was no explanation. The puppeteer turned around and left, leaving Mu Xin and Fatty Bai with a stunned look.

The remaining time of the collar, 14 seconds.

Finally, after taking a look at the data pipeline that towered straight into the cloud, Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped into the middle of the "glass test tube".

She didn't feel any hindrance, as if she had just taken an inconsequential step; she heard the puppeteer and the soul queen walk in at almost the same time, but the "creaking" sound and the big worm when the leather was folded The rustle rubbing the ground was eliminated in an instant, and suddenly there was only a thick and uneasy silence between the world and the earth.

Because the thing that can cause friction no longer exists.

When Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes, it was not her own feet that caught her eyes—the bottom of her body was empty, and only a dark gray ground was falling sharply, farther and farther away from her. The wind must be very urgent in the sky, but she couldn't feel anything. In the blink of an eye, the figures of Mu Xin and Polva were so small that they were almost invisible; in their eyes, probably a few of them turned into a few spots of light shooting up into the sky, right? Or is it that they can't actually see the digitized person at all?

"What's going on?" The Queen of Soul—it shouldn't be a voice anymore. What it wanted to say was printed directly in front of Lin Sanjiu's eyes in the form of information. "What did we get in?"

"This is the channel just written by the Supreme God. It is a bit similar in nature to the data flow library, so as soon as we came in, we were immediately digitized, just like back then. When we were trapped in the furniture cemetery, He should have been writing this channel." Without the process of listening and speaking, the exchange of information was almost completed in an instant. Lin Sanjiu added another sentence: "Even if it is a data body, they have a more preferred environment; it seems that this transformed space is more suitable for them to survive."

"So, he is also a data body?"

This point stopped Lin Sanjiu.

It stands to reason that a non-data body would not have this ability; but the Supreme God is very different from the data body she has seen before.

"I don't know... But since he also went to the data stream library, there is always time to meet." Seeing the gray mist above his head get closer and closer, Lin Sanjiu asked the puppet master: "You tell them to reach out. doing what?"

The puppeteer ignored her.

Lin Sanjiu knew that anger was useless at all for this kind of person with unsound personality and flawed personality. She patiently asked the same question five more times, and finally angered the light spot representing the puppeteer when she spoke for the sixth time: "Are you annoying! I puppetized one of their fingertips." ."

why?

Lin Sanjiu was surprised and suspicious.

Even in the form of information exchange, the puppeteer still conveys the meaning of sneer fully. "How many people can't ask for a mark of mine, what's your tone? With this mark, no one will trouble them in the twelve realms. A finger can be exchanged for assistance in the arsenal; I owe it. The favor has been doubled and repaid."

It seems that I have heard before that the relationship between the puppet division and the arsenal is unclear.

But what if someone is clumsy and can't recognize his mark?

"When my puppet is destroyed, he will convey the last-minute message to me." The puppeteer just replied coldly to a sentence that seemed irrelevant to the question, "Speaking of which, you have ruined me a lot. "

Seeing that the data flow management library is in front of us, we must formulate a battle plan as soon as possible—

The puppeteer just delivered another sneer to her hurried words.

In the two-person and one-worm, the puppeteer and Lin Sanjiu's body and things have already been analyzed; this time back, they can only rely on the abilities or items obtained by the Olympics-after all, they have not been analyzed. -Fight and try to return to the love of God.

"The ability of the data body is really terrible." This communication method was so efficient that Lin Sanjiu was surprised; even though so much information had been exchanged with each other, less than two seconds passed. "I think our only chance to beat the data body in the first line lies in the supreme god."

"What do you mean?" The question was the Queen of Soul.

"This channel is written by the Supreme God; don’t look at the data body and don’t know that we are going back, but he must know it. If we can overcome him before he finds the data body, we will have a way to deal with the data body. arms."

"The entrance is almost here."

The puppet master looked at the rolling mist above his head, and gently reminded him.

"Get ready to fight."