Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1705 Lin Sanjiu is suitable for opening a butcher shop
When people are slapped in the face by reality, they all want an "explanation", and the fallen species are obviously no exception.

"How is this possible!" Bian Shuo wailed, and his two bare feet began to back away in small steps, "Old Sa, Lao Sa! Come out quickly, what is going on here?"

Lin Sanjiu smiled, clutching the edge of the crack with one hand, and wiped his nose with the other.

The answer couldn't be simpler: Thanks to Lin Sanjiu being a coward now, when her consciousness loosened the fallen species that would imitate, it immediately flowed back to her body, injecting it into her just opened. In the [Defensive Force Field]—of course, no one would waste consciousness to protect the iron chain—she didn't expect that she would immediately fall into the illusion trap, and she didn't waste it at all.

The fallen species in the form of pink meat strips has a dark passage in its body, and the illusion trap is the entrance of this passage: any substance swallowed by the entrance, whether it is iron chains produced by the arsenal, explosives, or human flesh Whether it's snacks or not, everything seems to be gradually evaporating, dissolving into pieces of smoke, and finally being sucked into the depths of that "channel".

Consciousness is no exception.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't see in the dark, and could only rely on the teacher's report and her own feelings. She felt that the consciousness that was constantly dissipating was like a steaming cloud, and was draining rapidly—she was just startled, and immediately realized the The solid iron chains that were originally entangled in layers are also being shoveled thinner and more brittle, and it will disappear completely after a while.

"The price of getting rid of the iron chain," she couldn't help but sigh, "is my consciousness."

Every time she loses a little bit of consciousness, Lin Sanjiu must squeeze out a little new consciousness to make up for it; before the iron chain is digested, she can only continue to use the remaining consciousness to fill this seemingly bottomless pit.

When she was concentrating on squeezing her consciousness, perhaps because Lin Sanjiu was too quiet and cooperative, she was still a human figure that could not be dissolved after a long time; the pink meat that swallowed her seemed to be aware of it No, the dark passage began to twist, trying to slip away from her.

At this time, her hands are free.

"Swallow me if you want to swallow me, spit me if you want to vomit, am I chewing gum?" Lin Sanjiu cursed in a low voice, reached down and touched the edge of the crack, feeling as if he could hold it It immediately picked it up—it felt very strange, as if the heavy smell in the abandoned warehouse had been unoccupied for a long time, sticking into some kind of fascia-like tissue; her hands were naturally protected by [Defensive Force Field] , the fallen species twisted a few times like it was in pain, but it couldn't get rid of it or digest it, and it got stuck in her hand for a while.

It has to be said that these fallen species have a keen sense of danger.

The flat mouse suddenly didn't speak or move, only a few black dots flickered on its white arc-shaped eyes like signal lights, as if it was thinking about what to do next.Among them was a black spot, which always stayed at the edge of the eyes, covering the direction of the tour guide; as a result, the latter wanted to walk towards Lin Sanjiu several times, but he didn't dare to move.

"Don't know what to do now?" Lin Sanjiu said almost kindly, "Has no one taught you that hunting is risky? Well, let me help you decide."

The sparse hair on the flat mouse's head trembled slightly, just when a black dot floated up, it saw her next move.

Lin Sanjiu kept grabbing the crack, not for fun.

When she was swallowed, she faintly felt that there was some kind of connection between this crack and the pink flesh strip Corrupted Species itself; at this moment, she turned around slightly, and her right hand returned to the center of the crack—when she had enough consciousness. , she can't use both hands; now her consciousness power stockpile is no longer enough to form a strangling force field, but because she has been holding on to the crack to prevent it from closing, a lot of air has already flowed in at this time.

As long as there is air, she can activate the "vortex" that Kurosawa Ji taught her.

... For the next few seconds, if you have to use an analogy that human beings can empathize with, it is like when a person is forced to open his mouth, someone stuffed an iron fan running at the highest speed into his mouth bit by bit. mouth.It doesn't matter if the mouth is not big enough, because with the crazy twisting of the iron fan, the opening will always become big enough amidst the flying blood and broken teeth.

Different from the iron fan, Lin Sanjiu's vortex is not only more powerful, but even the vortex itself can grow bigger and bigger, finally engulfing half of the hall; The glass tube booths were all twisted into the vortex, shattered into countless pieces, and their feet were all buzzing and trembling.

For a few seconds, the entire exhibition hall turned into a large loudspeaker: the whistling whistling wind became the background, but the main character was a sharp and howling cracked child voice. Rip to shreds every eardrum it touches.

Lin Sanjiu didn't know where it was hiding just now until the meat strip was completely dead.

The reason for using the word "clean" is that in the end, all she could see was the flesh, tissue, and tendons flung out from the vortex in circles, like the paint thrown out by spraying and smearing, painting the exhibition hall like a turbulence. A hellish scene.

When the vortex stopped, Lin Sanjiu's original skin color could hardly be seen anymore.She was drenched all over, only those eyes were still scorchingly bright; she looked at the flat mouse standing blankly not far away, with a layer of blood spattered on its fur, and said softly: "You said , why don’t you let me go when I want to go? Without the chain, see how long you can last.”

"It's not me!"

Bian Mouse suddenly stood up, exposing the piles of human arms under his belly, and shouted loudly: "Please, trust me, I wasn't the one who attacked you just now, that bastard grandson returned to his own body went!"

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"Good girl, don't kill me, let me start from the beginning! Yes, it is like this, I slept soundly in the pipe, suddenly someone opened the curtain, and I was awakened by the light... A man with short hair , The bastard wearing a staff vest, said that I looked very smart, of course, I understood his mouth shape! By the time I, I realized it, my body had been controlled by him..."

Bian Mouse looked full of grief and indignation, as if he was about to grab the ground and cry, as if he had been wronged by the sky: "When he saw that he couldn't beat you, his consciousness went back, and he left me here as a scapegoat. There are such bad human beings, I thought only us fallen species could do it..."

(End of this chapter)