Doomsday Wonderland

In a flash, it seems that even a blood blasted in the brain; Lin Sanjiu could not hear anything at all, and could not see clearly, leaving only the sofa in front of him. While the body was rushing into the gap, she pointed her fingers into the claws, wrapped in the wind and swooped down, smashed through the cloth and slammed the seat cushion back.

At the moment when the seat cushion was pulled off the sofa, her ankle suddenly became loose; even if it was just a flash of lightning, Lin Sanjiu still saw a phantom fainting into the black secluded gap between the back of the chair and the seat. In it, disappeared.

At this time, her entire calf sank into the gap of the sofa; when the shadow disappeared, the sofa bracket seemed to be back again, and the narrow and narrow gap caught her calf hurting - but Lin Sanjiu smashed a few Next, the foot is empty and there is no landing, as if this slit is under the endless abyss.

Pulling out her legs, she hurriedly leaped down the sofa, and the wind blew, only to feel a layer of white hair sweat on her body.

The skin of the calf is sizzling and burning; the furniture cemetery is still dead, and the darkness of the dark cage is high and low. There was only her own heavy gasping in the night, as if everything except her was quietly holding her breath.

Panting, Lin San wine approached the sofa.

The black secluded gap is narrow, and it seems that it can barely hold an adult's finger. She smoothed her heartbeat and bowed slightly, raising her fist in the air—when her fist slammed into the sofa seat with a thousand feet of force, with a loud bang, even the outside one The layer of fabric can't be wrapped in the suddenly broken wooden frame; the broken pieces of wood, the cloth, and the flying cotton pad are all splashed into the air by a full-bomb blasting like a shell.

Lin San wine blocked his face and squinted his eyes and glanced down at the sofa.

Even the wooden frame that maintains the shape inside the sofa has been smashed. Now, apart from a pile of smashing, it can't be anything; what she is not surprised is that there is nothing in the depths of this pile.

Kicking a few pieces of broken wood reveals the concrete floor underneath. The abyss that I had just stepped on was not her own illusion.

This feeling is really awkward.

She looked around in a circle - the sofa was also like the rest of the furniture cemetery, crowded with countless kinds of items, just the wardrobe, there are wooden, iron frame, simple cloth... ...and ten kinds of things; the endless layers of furniture are piled up in a tight air, and it takes a while to look at them one by one.

Lin Sanjiu stood in the same place, feeling that the sweat was getting cold and dry; hesitated for a few seconds, she opened the [no coincidence], and finally took a step in the direction of the deer, and crossed the pile of broken Remnants of the sofa.

A tapestry is waiting for her behind the sofa. This tapestry seems to be hidden in some small items. I don’t know if it’s a light stand or a vase. It’s a half-man high. When Lin San’s wine squeezes between it and a bar, the eyes I kept staring at the tapestry, for fear of sticking out a hand from the shadow below it.

However, to her surprise, the next road was calm.

Everything was silent, neither met more "walking dead bodies" nor saw the body of the white fat man, and there seemed to be only endless variety of furniture. Lin San wine began to tighten the nerves, and gradually relaxed in the endless climbing trek; when the spirit was relaxed, countless questions once again came to mind.

As she and Deer Ye said, the Supreme God must have blocked the birth of this cemetery. Unlike the previous contestants, she didn't have the option of “escape” – then there is only one way to end this situation: launch the [Pygmalion Collar] and get the data body ability to parse the ghost place.

The puppet teacher is of course the best person to launch the collar, but when he thinks about him, Lin Sanjiu feels that the heart is like a pound of bricks. If he is really dead, then in addition to the "his death" itself, it also means that the Supreme God must have resolved him and got his memory - just like deer leaves.

Pushing down from this point, you can at least launch two results: First, after the highest **** got the news he wanted, the furniture cemetery still exists, indicating that he intends to let all of them sleep here; The Supreme God also learned about the existence and role of the Pygmalion Collar.

In this case, will he still be unprepared for Lin Sanjiu to analyze the furniture cemetery?

The more I think about it, the deeper the heart of Lin Sanjiu. When the dolls die, they almost die with the hope that they are retreating; what she can do now is to find a companion, no matter who it is -

When I thought about it, my thoughts and her steps suddenly stopped.

She listened to her ears.

The quiet night is dark and dark, without a trace of undulations, and there is no sound.

If she doesn't have the ability to touch this ability, she may not be aware of anything; but now, Lin Sanjiu feels that her pores are not very comfortable, just like what is felt in the numerous layers of yarn, but it is vague The land is not clear.

His eyes turned around and he found nothing. The high-footed, benches, bookshelves, fish tanks stuffed with debris... are quietly standing in the darkness. Lin San wine frowned, carefully crawling over a stack of cane chairs and getting close to the fish tank.

The fish tank is taller than her side and is two meters wide; the top is a glass-gray tank, and the bottom is a mahogany cabinet. Through the dirty glass, I can barely see that there are all kinds of household debris inside, including magazines, handmade baskets, fruit bowls, round clocks, dishes... all old and dirty, with a ridiculous Gas, but nothing strange.

Where is the problem?

Lin Sanjiu was stretched out, turned his head and looked behind him. The dark outline of the shadow behind him stood at night, still no different from the previous one. Will it be your own heart?

She gave a slight sigh of relief, just stepping forward, and her hair slammed open - she slowly turned her head, her eyes were as if they were condensed, and she couldn't move in the fish tank.

Round wall clock - round wall clock - round wall clock -

On the face of the man in the wall clock, a pair of empty eyes looked at her in a black and faint manner.

Under the glass case of the wall clock is not a dial, there is no digital scale, the face does not know how long she has been looking at her - just in the forest three wines slipped out of the throat and exclaimed, slammed back one step, smashed When she turned over the stack of rattan chairs, she suddenly woke up, it was Mu Xin’s face.

Is Mu Xin himself? Still another dead body?

It’s too late to think clearly, Lin Sanjiu has once again rushed up. The heart still jumped like it was going to break the chest. She knocked on the glass and asked in a hurry: "Music? Is that you? What happened?"

A living person, may appear under the glass case of the dial?

He didn't even look like a human head, just a face that was pulled out of a few black and deep caves. After two layers of glass, Lin San wine could barely see his eyes, only to see his mouth - the black hole that should be his mouth - was one by one, and seemed to say something quickly.

Yes, what the pure touch feels is the sound wave that is closed, inaudible, and inaudible.

"You wait," Lin Sanjiu resisted the cold sweat and smashed a chair. "I will open the fish tank!"

Even if he is a corpse, he is also the body of Mu Xin; in any case, she must figure out how Mu Xin is.

The face on the clock dial, the mouth was stretched faster; Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear what he said, just standing straight on the chair and gazing at the top of the fish tank. The top of the fish tank is a wooden, thick opening and closing plate that connects the lamp and the oxygen supply device. Except for the narrow space of the feed, the rest is sealed, and it is difficult to pick up the entire top at a time. - She naturally killed and would not just put an arm into the aquarium, so she bent over and shouted: "Can you avoid it? I have to break this glass jar!"

The face opened again and again. This time, Lin Sanjiu finally found that the deep-hole eyes seemed to move invisibly.

It seems... looking at some direction behind her.

Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up and placed his hand on the wooden top board without looking back.

When the sound came silent, she suddenly turned her body without warning. A tornado rolled out by a whip rushed to the rear, swallowing a large piece of furniture in that direction with swallowing the sky; Suddenly drowned the dead silence - but in the whistling wind, Lin San wine suddenly heard a faint, familiar voice.

"Lin Sanjiu - you are a **** - you dare to hit me -"

She jumped in her heart and hurriedly took the whip; but the tornado that she had fought out couldn’t be recovered. She jumped down the cane chair and rushed into the layered, sweeping world. Numerous pieces of furniture have been rolled up in the air, some have been smashed, and some have been pulled into a weird shape, hovering in the airstream quickly; among the various furniture shadows, Lin San wine really barely saw A flesh-colored thing seems to have been loaded into the washing machine and turned into a virtual shadow.

When she tried her best to get the stuff out of the wind, the Queen of the Soul looked dizzy, at least half a life.

"This ghost thing is hard to beat the enemy," the big worm slammed on the ground, and the voice was full of gas, sharp and sharp: "How powerful is it to fight me? No, why are you hitting me?"

Lin Sanji gasped and couldn't speak for a while. He could only stand up while pointing at the fish tank in the distance.

She had just taken two steps, not close to the fish tank, but her ankle was suddenly caught again.

"What are you doing?" The big worms rolled up on her ankles with a tentacle, and there was no temperature in the cool. "That man is not Mu Xin, I just threw him into the fish tank... Don't go."

Lin San wine has a glimpse. She glanced at the Queen of Soul, took out her foot, and looked at the face of the fish tank and was sealed under the glass case of the round clock.

Perhaps she couldn't see clearly in the dark, but she always felt that Mu Xin's face seemed to be full of vague anxiousness. A black hole-like mouth is getting faster than before. He seems to be talking on the side and turning his eyes to her feet.

There is only one soul queen at her feet.

What does Musin want to say?