Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1932 Farewell to this dazzling world
To be honest, Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell which one was the puppeteer at all.

That's the tricky thing about being human: it doesn't have to pretend to be another person at all.

All disguises always show flaws; but when the words and deeds of the "puppet master" in Lin Sanjiu's eyes are what she thinks he should be, she will naturally no longer see any flaws ——To sum it up with a nonsense, "People don't think that what they think is right is not right."

Even using the reflection to distinguish it doesn't work; when she doesn't know which one is the problem, even if she looks at the human reflection, the brain will continue to fabricate an invulnerable illusion for her.

But it doesn't matter if she doesn't see it, after all, isn't the Lord just standing by?

The way Lin Sanjiu thought of was to introduce the characteristics of human nature to the real puppeteer - as for whether the puppeteer can understand her hint and think of the method she also thought of, it depends on luck.

In fact, her idea is not small risk, what if the puppeteer thinks that if she beats her up, she will be able to tell the truth from the fake?
When the "seed" ability was activated, her heart was lifted into the air, and even her eyes were tightly closed; the "seed" ability quickly swallowed the person under her palm, she was shocked, and looked at it again , could not help but let out a long breath.

In the "seed" ability, Renben returned to a slender human form without hair; it seemed to sense her gaze, and raised a blank face towards her.

"Great," she turned her head to the right, and couldn't help laughing, "I didn't accidentally take you in..."

"You think you can touch me if you want to?"

The real puppeteer finally spoke, with half of his eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Why don't you go, what are you doing, standing still is planning to be buried here?"

...I understand a lot.

In fact, if Lin Sanjiu accidentally took the puppeteer into the "seed" ability, as long as she releases it immediately, it may not cause any irreversible damage-it's just that she is unwilling to take this risk, and she More than half of the happiness at the moment is because the two finally reached a tacit understanding; once she is happy, it is not easy to keep her mouth shut.

"I thought, since the person in my eyes will behave like you anyway, as long as you don't behave like yourself!" Lin Sanjiu was very excited. If the other party is not a puppeteer, she I even wanted to give him an encouraging slap on the shoulder.

While slowly circling around the room, she said: "But I can't express this idea clearly. I feel that people are still a little intelligent. I can't tell what it might do... Fortunately, you understand me. the meaning of."

"I don't," the puppeteer immediately denied, "I don't know nonsense."

"That's what you thought of?" Lin Sanjiu stomped on the floor hard a few times, then continued to walk forward, and said, "We thought of going together?"

The puppeteer seemed to be choked by this sentence, and he didn't say anything for a moment, exactly the same as before: what he thought of as "behavior unlike himself" was to keep quiet all the time, regardless of what Lin Sanjiu said. What, he should just ignore and ignore.

The puppeteer who has been holding back her temper and never saying a word to ridicule her is really too unlike me—so it must be me.

Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to be too happy, cleared his throat with a cough, and said, "I have an idea about the dungeon wound..."

"It's over," said the puppeteer.

"Listen to me," she was a bit dumbfounded, "Isn't it said that when a scab forms, the nearby energy will flow to the 'wound'? And the room is formed by the copy energy, yes wrong?"

The puppeteer seemed to be planning to pick up the strategy of ignoring her again, and refused to respond; but the Tong Yin in the cave answered immediately: "That's right, that's how it is."

Lin Sanjiu pointed to the ceiling of the room and said, "In other words, the energy that formed this ceiling must have flowed away and flowed to the 'wound', so it will collapse, right?"

It was as if it had been half melted and then solidified again. The two corners of the ceiling collapsed, lost their shape, and hung down in the air in a chaotic and distorted manner, making the ceiling of this part of the room much lower than other places. .

The puppeteer said nothing, but walked to the only place in the room where he could sit, threw his cloak over the back of the chair, and slowly sank himself into the throne.The black crow feather cloak poured down and was half covered by the crimson curtain; half of the pale-skinned man was slanted and sunken in the fluffy black feathers, as if he was ready to watch a show.

"You're not going to be together..."

"No." The puppeteer answered simply.

"As soon as the energy loosens, it may crash around again..."

"Then I have to stay away from you even more," he lowered his eyelids, as if he was more willing to look at his fingers than Lin Sanjiu.

Lin Sanjiu was at a loss for words, thinking that he didn't need him—wasn't it just an invisible wound, just use consciousness—turned around and looked at the hanging ceiling a few times, and closed his eyes.

Hei Zeji probably didn't expect that one day Lin Sanjiu would use the skills he taught to sense the uneven surface of a dungeon; if it wasn't for a qualitative sublimation of consciousness, she might feel it even with pure touch. There is no difference in the energy distribution of the copies.

It's really a... novel power.

Human beings have obtained various energy forms such as heat, electricity, nuclear power, and light energy from the sky and the earth; but it turns out that there are more energy types in the world, which are completely beyond the grasp of human beings.They may prefer other life forms, or other life forms know how to find them and use them better, so they are always invisible to humans.

It was only today that Lin Sanjiu really "saw" for the first time the energy that the dungeons depended on for survival.

She closed her eyes and slowly raised a hand.

Just such a movement, the consciousness flowing in the body is like a buzzing river, hitting her swaying from the depths; her consciousness is now transparent and sensitive, as if it can resonate with the sky and the earth at any time And trembling.

She touched the "wound" of the dungeon.

She could feel the bewildering palace tremble suddenly, as if it was frightened, and wanted to hide and hide the wound, but had nowhere to go.As a replica, it is also fragile when it cannot run.

She didn't come to heal it, Lin Sanjiu thought with incomprehensible feelings, she came to destroy it.

After seeing such a dazzling world, no matter whether it is human beings, fallen species, or dungeons, they are reluctant to close their eyes again, and they are reluctant to leave and not look at it.

Maybe it was because she had seen too much destruction and death, before she acted, she stood in a daze for a while in an indescribable sense of desolation.

"I... I have survived the death of others all along." Lin Sanjiu said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Killing the Great Palace of Confusion is no easier than killing a living person.

"Kill" means to kill, heavy, boring and desolate.A morsel of sanity must be sacrificed, to die with the target, to sink into darkness forever, to bring oneself one step closer to madness forever.

Lin Sanjiu stood where he was. Although he never opened his eyes, he clearly saw the wailing and twisting of the Bewildering Great Palace, and the fresh blood flowing out of it. He saw how the blood fell into the deep hole in the ground, and gradually nourished it. Another of its kind.

Encountering an old friend in a foreign country is getting bigger and bigger-even though she can't see it.

As it grew up, its character seemed to be gradually maturing; when it finally stood up straight from the deep hole in the ground and slowly crawled out, Lin Sanjiu trembled and opened his eyes.

There is nothing in sight.

The room belonging to the king disappeared.The sky is above her head, the sand is under her feet, and the puppeteer is standing not far away, scanning the surroundings over and over again like her—after the entire room has been absorbed, the surrounding large palace structure is also gradually Backed down, replaced by sand, and slowly moved away from them like the ebb tide.

"A foreign land..." Lin Sanjiu called out.

"Thank you."

It is no longer the childish voice of not long ago; the voice of an old friend in a foreign land is round and soft, without any gender characteristics.

"I'm gradually approaching my ideal body...although I'm still far away from that step. You can leave now, as long as you maintain your speed and don't step into the remaining body of the Great Palace of Confusion, you won't be triggered by the dungeon. Lin Sanjiu , Do you want to regret the medicine now?"

　good news!The outline is enough for another chapter!

　
(End of this chapter)