Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1997 Lin Sanjiu has evidence

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Carl Jung once said this: "Unfortunately...everyone has a dark side. And the less it is shown when awake, the darker and darker that side is."

Where on earth he had read it, Mu Xin could not quite remember; but when a large group of Zeus came to the horizon, the words were like a brass bell that could not stop shaking, in his mind. The voices became more and more urgent and louder.

Why did he suddenly think of this?

The human brain is undulating and flowing with countless thoughts at every moment, all of which are done subconsciously, and people themselves do not even notice how their thoughts change. Mu Xin stared at the sea in the distance, trying to suppress his somewhat inexplicable thought.

Not far behind, Hegel murmured in a low voice: "These Zeus... are they all called by the guy called Jiren?"

Zeus, who was wearing a robe, suddenly raised his head, as if he heard this low self-talk, and smiled at the crowd in the fog, his voice was vague: "You... want Zeus to appear... I bring...so much."

"Damn," Hegel scolded immediately, "really!" He jumped up and didn't turn around, but walked back quickly step by step, shouting as he walked: "To attack Zeus can It wasn't my idea! Don't get on me!"

He wasn't the only one who wanted to evacuate the battlefield; Mu Xin also quickly straightened up, just about to ask the Queen of Souls to step back together, but his eyes swept away, but he couldn't help but froze.

Among the Zeus who were dressed in different clothes, there was one who was very familiar. That Zeus, like all the other Zeus, had a face as messy and deformed as a Picasso figure; under the face was a long, gray bandage around his long neck.

Mu Xin turned his head and glanced at the Queen of Soul; the fleshy worm's mouth was churning and the deep red and smooth head made it difficult to see the traces of emotions, but it obviously reacted at the same time - because its body After a moment of stiffness, he suddenly rushed out along the carpet without hesitation.

"My lord, my lord!" it screamed, "one of these Zeus you cannot fight!"

The puppeteer's back stood upright at the end of the carpet, looking motionless at the Zeus who were gradually approaching him.

"One of them is Lin Sanjiu—no, my lord, there is a Zeus with Lin Sanjiu on him!"

The dark and thin shadow finally moved; the puppet master twisted his head, and the blood-red bright powder shimmered in the black hair with a man-eating luster: "...what?"

At the same time as these two words were uttered, he suddenly raised a hand without looking back; Zeus, who thought he had the opportunity to attack, had no time to attack, so he had to plunge into the sea and narrowly avoided it. A shadow that came from the sky—the shadow screamed across the sea and rushed towards the Zeus group behind him. After piercing through the shoulders, chest and abdomen of several Zeus in a row, the scream disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

The Queen of Souls has always boasted that she has a high talent for language, but she has to explain this complicated matter in a short period of time, which also makes it a little confusing: "Sir, you can't fight, that Zeus has a folder on him, and the folder is Lin Sanjiu! Besides, the people in that folder seem to die easily... Not only can they not hit, but they have to be handled with care."

Just the words "people in the folder" make no sense at all; but those who are struggling in the apocalypse have learned how to accept a strange thing as quickly as possible - the puppet master has not a word After asking more, he turned his head and glanced at the group of Zeus in front of him, and sneered softly.

"I don't die when I'm damned, but I only know how to cause trouble when I'm not." He raised a pale hand, and a few black iron rings shone with a dark light: "Call those two people back. How many of you? One, just hold these Zeus for me."

In fact, there is no need for the Queen of Souls to speak, his voice has clearly fallen into the ears of Hegel and Mu Xin. Without waiting for the two to respond, the next sentence rang softly again: "Either come back by yourself, or come back as my doll."

They didn't turn them into puppets as soon as they came up, maybe it was because they knew Lin Sanjiu and his group to some extent - Mu Xin stopped and calmed his heartbeat, knowing that he couldn't escape this time. He thought that Hegel would resist, but he did not expect the bald man to follow him obediently, walking side by side by his side.

"He won't take care of us any time soon," Hegel's lips suddenly leaked such a low-level sentence that he had hallucinated himself in the past: "Then let's work together and run away, why? Sample?"

What surprised Mu Xin himself was that he remained silent the whole time and did not immediately agree.

Hegel obviously took his reaction as a tacit consent, nodded slightly, and took a few steps ahead of him.

The puppet master's rug seemed to be able to change in size according to his wishes. After adding two people and one worm beside a few puppets, the space was still easy to use; when Mu Xin arrived at the end of the rug, the group of Zeus also followed one after another. He stopped beside Zeus. The two camps were separated by a section of sea area, and the waves were turning yellowish strands, hitting waves of waves in a moment of silence.

No one has looked at so many Zeus at such a close distance.

There were about twenty Zeus summoned by the people; each of them was over two meters tall, and when they were gathered together, it seemed to form a dense forest of human faces. They looked like the ugliest of models, still bearing all sorts of human traces from unfortunate evolutionaries.

The bandaged Zeus, wearing a racer vest and field pants, rolled his eyes in a circle, and his mouth suddenly split - until it almost touched the corner of his mouth, his mouth stopped. It was as if... he also understood that he was receiving a lot of attention from the other side.

"I've never seen a contestant like you," said Zeus in a long, loose dress. There was still a scarf around his neck that he wore when feeding a baby, but there was no sign of the baby in his arms: "If you are more religious, you can become gods like us! Just come over and let me press into the water. That's fine."

"Think about it carefully, except for this man, as long as you don't attack God, you can still continue the game!" Another guy in an apron who seemed to be turning into Zeus during the cooking process laughed.

Too bad they don't have this option. As soon as Mu Xin thought of this, he saw that the group of Zeus in front of him suddenly seemed to be surprised at the same time. They raised their huge ball-like eyes in unison, and exclaimed in a low voice.

"Ah, you can't continue the game." Zeus in an apron suddenly covered his mouth and smiled like a girl: "The game has just ended, the white camp lost."

His voice spread to every corner of the sea.