Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1429 Lin Sanjiu

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Just when Lin Sanjiu was stunned, Siba'an, who was standing on the other side of the shelf, raised his hand suddenly, and a bright white light cut straight to her face—when Siba'an really went all out, he The combat power of her had almost reached an incomprehensible level; she didn't have time to think about anything at that moment, and she didn't realize that Sparan had launched an attack on her until the white light brushed past her ears.

Time seemed to slow down.

After a long and incomprehensible half second, she heard a small, popping sound beside her.At this time, she realized that the target of Sparan's attack was not her, but something around her.

She turned her head slowly, just in time for a face protruding from between the bottles on the shelf.

If that face could still breathe, then the hot air it exhaled could already hit Lin Sanjiu's face.But even without Spartan's blow, she didn't think the face would have breathed at all—it did have a long, tense neck beneath it; The resemblance to a normal person ends there, there is no room for a body on the shelf.

As if it was made of ceramics, the head protruding from the shelf towards her shattered into several pieces with a click under her gaze, and hit the floor one after another.Among the white bones, brains, black hair and red blood, there was a relatively intact face because of its softness - Lin Sanjiu didn't even see what it was smashed into.

Siba'an had already rushed to her side, and because he couldn't speak, he grabbed her shoulders and helped her back a few steps to the side.

If it wasn't for him being the unlucky target, Lin Sanjiu almost wanted to applaud that woman.

It's impossible for the other party not to hear the volunteer's voice—God, it's only been a few seconds since I heard the volunteer's voice—when the woman realized that she was also included in the game, The first reaction was not surprise, but caught the surprise of Lin Sanjiu and the two, and quickly launched a second attack on them.

If Spartan's reaction was half a blink slow, she would be hit by that face—she didn't know what that face could do to her, but she was glad she didn't have to find out the answer—wait for her When he was hit, Sparan would definitely be distracted; when he was distracted, the woman could attack her real target.

"Are you okay?" Lin Sanjiu quickly checked him up and down, and when he shook his head, it seemed that nothing was missing, so he exhaled. "We'd better not be separated again," she whispered to him, and at the same time turned on [Consciousness Scanning].

The woman has already integrated into this environment, whether [Consciousness Scanning] will still work is unknown; but she will try anyway.

The volunteer, who seemed to be ignorant of the conflict just now, continued to shout loudly at the other end of the mall: "Everyone in the mall, please come to the gate as soon as possible to meet! Sorry, you have no one to refuse or quit now." Qualified."

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes and collected himself.

Well, it looks like it's time to get into the game with their stalker.

In the process of walking towards the gate of the shopping mall, the nerves of the two of them were extremely tense.In the aisles and corners formed by each shelf, there seemed to be shadows wandering and peeping at them; Lin Sanjiu was almost sure that he saw a pair of eyes in the gap between two boxes of washing powder. Powder, shelf or shelf.

…She had a hard time keeping herself from thinking about what would happen if she was touched by those human limbs protruding from the shelves.She always felt that those arms, faces and eyes seemed to want to touch her with a kind of hunger and thirst.

Sibaan walked beside her silently; the place where he exists is an absolutely safe area, and she knows that there will be no danger approaching from the left.With this cognition, she swipe [Consciousness Scanning] over and over every crevice around her—no matter from any angle, she wants to do her best to provide Sparan with the same sense of security.

"Welcome, welcome," a volunteer in the same attire was standing at the gate, and waved to them from afar, "Please gather here!"

It can be seen that he has tried his best to squeeze himself into the role of a volunteer; but compared with the previous volunteers, this one's attitude and tone are much more casual.There were only three evolutionaries standing behind him, their faces were more or less guarded and surprised, and their eyes swept back and forth several times - especially Sibaan.

"Wait a minute," the volunteer patted a self-checkout counter next to him, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "There is still one that hasn't arrived yet."

This was obviously addressed to the last woman.

Everyone waited in silence for a while, but there was no sign of the woman among the shelves lined up under the ceiling.

Could it be that she is relying on the right time and place to try not to come out?
"Isn't this causing difficulties for my work?" the volunteer grumbled and took out a note from his pocket to look at it. "Ah, so it's such an ability..." Looking at the note, he suddenly realized and said to himself, "No wonder I can't show my confidence."

Lin Sanjiu shuddered, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, what kind of ability is it?"

The volunteer turned his head, glanced at her from behind the mask, and quickly refolded the note.

"Can you give me a hint? I'm curious." Lin Sanjiu smiled as nonchalantly as possible, "Isn't this against the rules of the game?"

"That doesn't work either," the volunteer rushed towards her with the back of his hand, gesturing for her to stand back in the group of unlucky ones participating in the game. "Told you that it might give you an unfair advantage..."

Maybe he was unhappy that the woman didn't show up for a long time. He thought for a while and added: "I can only say that asking her to come out is as annoying as squeezing a pimple on your face."

Lin Sanjiu, who never had acne, nodded and stood back as if she understood.Sibaan seemed to be holding back her laughter, but unfortunately she couldn't laugh out loud, and couldn't speak—and she couldn't even think about who she was doing all this hard work for.

"Okay, I have to squeeze my pimples." The volunteer muttered, took out a pen from his trouser pocket, and wrote a long paragraph on the note; Lin Sanjiu stretched his neck and looked into the distance shelf, while waiting for the woman to be "squeezed" out, he quietly asked in his mind: "Did you see it?"

"I see." Teacher Yi replied.

(End of this chapter)