Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2133 How many more lives can Qing Jiulu live?
[Disease] It turned out to be a small cloud of dark, grainy and heavy smoke.

Even though it was wrapped in a layer of honey-colored amber, the dense fog was still floating up and down extremely slowly; Lin Sanjiu just stared at it for a while, and a big cloud of smoke suddenly rushed out of the amber When she came out, the dark and dirty gray color occupied her field of vision in an instant, and it was like a flood that would overwhelm her mind - she was shocked, and immediately tore her eyes away, blinked vigorously, and her field of vision returned to normal again .

Nothing happened around.

... The cloud of mist engulfing the world model of the [Medical System] is indeed the [Disease].

As for why it took effect from the puppeteer, it was a question she didn't have time to think about right now.

"Hurry up..." Pina clutched her chest with one hand, her face turned purple again, "How, how do I use it?"

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, and concentrated all the energy she could mobilize on the [Flat World]——[Disease] is different from ordinary special items, no matter what method Pina used or how many times she tried This time, it kept rolling up and down in the amber heavily, not to mention that it didn't work at all, and if you were not careful, it seemed to swallow the mind of the person holding it.

Even what the pigs said seemed to be able to activate it, why couldn't Pina?
When Yu Yuan spoke suddenly, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help being startled—after he was silent for a while, she thought that Yu Yuan's sanity had gradually drifted away.

"Give it, give it to her..." Yu Yuan murmured, with his face hanging down, not looking at anyone.All the muscles in his body were tense, so tight that he was even trembling involuntarily; it seemed that he was not sitting among several companions, but sitting in a circle of monsters who preyed on him.He suppressed the fear that seemed to be real, and said, "Cardization..."

Two minutes after Pina struggled to crawl over and put the [Disease] into Lin Sanjiu's palm, after several trembling and flashing [Disease], it finally turned into a card.

【Disease】

Range-type items, the range of effect can be set within the size of a person's body, or it can be expanded to cover a large area of ​​a medium-sized city.

People within the range of effects of [Disease] will randomly suffer from a disease; it should be noted that after being formed into an item, [Disease] loses many of its flexibility and details as an ability, so it cannot Select the severity of the ailment the target has.

Unlike special items that are naturally formed, this product is transformed from the ability of an evolutionary, so as to avoid the risk that the old form of the ability will gradually disappear after the ability is upgraded.

Because of the particularity of [Disease], it cannot be activated by anyone other than the owner of the ability.There are only two ways to activate it: [-]. After being taken out by the owner of the ability, hold it in his hand to exert the effect of the item; [-]. Interact and collide with the doomsday factor.

That's right, [Illness] originally came from an ability...In Lin Sanjiu's mind that was in a trance due to serious illness, a realization that came too late finally arose.

In order to preserve the old form of the ability [Disease], the puppeteer made it into an item—in this way, its amber form suddenly seemed reasonable: Isn’t [Disease] just like a person wrapped in amber? Have you been forcibly preserved from the passage of time, like the little bugs that live there?
After thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu understood two things at the same time.

First, what those pigs wanted was a means for the puppeteer to extract the evolutionary ability to make special items;

Second, after the great witch took away the [Nostradamus Card], she could only look at the [disease] in her hand, helpless.

Just being in the building where the medical system is located is obviously not enough to trigger the [Disease]; otherwise, when a few pigs show up, they should feel the change...

If you think about it carefully, although the "medical system" itself is a doomsday factor, it is also a formed, stable, and running system, which is essentially the same as radiation or poisonous gas that roams everywhere in the air. Unless under special circumstances, the "medical system" will not respond to things other than the target - such as [disease], and naturally it will not activate [disease] just because the two are in the same room .

Just what to do now?
How come nothing can go smoothly?
Pina also realized that she was in another desperate predicament, and she fell to the ground, as if she lost even the last bit of strength to support her.

Each of them was dragged to the brink of death by the serious illness, obviously the thing to solve their illness was in their hands, but they couldn't activate it, they could only hold the bread and starve to death—if this was not the case Lin Sanjiu wanted to laugh out loud at the face of fate if he felt uncomfortable and dangerous.

They couldn't save themselves with [disease], and Yuan Xiangxi—even if the great witch managed to restore Yuan Xiangxi to sobriety, I'm afraid they might not be able to come back.

Yuan Xiangxi probably didn't know it yet, and he couldn't protect himself: the target of those pigs was the puppeteer, and for some reason, the puppeteer's flying machine was also added.After finding the black square and using the puppeteer to open the aircraft, why did those pigs still keep Yuan Xiangxi and his party in the way, leaving behind troubles?
All Lin Sanjiu could do at this moment was to tell himself over and over again not to close his eyes.

"No way..." Pina pressed her face on the floor, whispering softly, "We have no other way..."

In the dead silence where her voice fell, Yu Yuan suddenly said slowly: "...No, no."

He got up and walked to the door of the isolation room after a while of unsteady steps.

"Who... who's outside?" He held the iron railing of the door with both hands, and shouted hoarsely.The low and weak voice at the beginning gradually turned into roaring and screaming; even Lin Sanjiu's MELAS syndrome and Pina's asthma seemed to be temporarily repelled by his fear and anger: "Who is outside? Hurry up!" Come on, we've got someone here—someone's dead!"

Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled, and he fixed his eyes on the ceiling, not daring to turn his eyes to see the direction of Jiuliu.

As long as you don't look at it, there is still a possibility that Yu Yuan is hallucinating.

"Quick, come quickly..." Yu Yuan didn't know where he squeezed the strength out of, but he slapped the door twice before finally sliding along the door and sitting down, his eyes turned involuntarily to the empty space in the isolation room. In a corner, he said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't want to be in the same room with her... She is about to turn around, she is about to see us... Someone died, it was me, it must be me... ..."

Is it really his hallucination?

Before Lin Sanjiu could digest it, she felt the muffled sound of hurried footsteps on the floor; then, she heard - someone opened the door from the outside.

The painter's head quickly poked in through the door.

His face was pale and nervous, just like any nurse who went to work on the first day and suddenly heard that someone died in his ward.He scanned around the isolation room, and when his eyes fell on Qing Jiuliu, who was no different from a dead body, he finally couldn't hold back, and let out a small "ah".

That's right, they have just taken medicine, and they are critically ill patients who are waiting to die in isolation. If they call otherwise, they may not be able to call the nurse; only when the person is dead, the nurse is most likely to come in to see the situation of.

If it was any other nurse who came in, I am afraid that they will all have to die here today, but since the person who came in is a painter...

Perhaps, she still has one last way to try.

Hope has been ignited and extinguished, and now only the last few sparks remain.Lin Sanjiu's palm warmed up, and the card became [Disease] again in her hand.

The painter is worthy of being an entry-level humanoid object, and his intelligence in all aspects is obviously not high enough; he squatted beside Qing Jiuliu, and searched for a heartbeat on his lower abdomen in a daze - naturally, he found nothing.

Seeing him nodding with a serious expression, as if he had reached a conclusion that Qing Jiuliu was indeed a dead person, Lin Sanjiu finally squeezed out at this moment: "Painter..."

As soon as the painter turned his head and saw her, his eyes lit up, and the gloom on his face suddenly brightened.

What are you happy about?Even Lin Sanjiu, who was so seriously ill, was a little puzzled.Just because you saw me?
Before she could figure it out, the painter jumped up excitedly, and hurriedly sat down beside Lin Sanjiu; when he came in, he was obviously empty-handed, but when he sat down, for some reason, he already had a piece of paper and a stick in his hand. The pen was obviously ready to start painting at the command of Lin Sanjiu.

He was obviously not used to himself as a nurse. At this moment when he thought he could return to his old profession of painting, the painter looked very satisfied, like a dog that finally found a home.

Unexpectedly, the power of habit is so great on humanoid objects...

Lin Sanjiu naturally didn't have the energy to correct him, so he just opened the hand holding [Disease] and whispered to him: "You..."

The artist looked at [Disease] for no apparent reason, then at Lin Sanjiu, and waited expectantly for her to finish speaking.

"eat……"

The satisfied look on the painter's face faded a bit.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Chew...it..." Talking to a painter is much more difficult than talking to a mentor.

The painter thought for a while, pointed to his open mouth, and said, "Huh?"

"Porcelain... Piece." Lin Sanjiu didn't know how he squeezed these two words out of his body.

"Ah!" The artist understood, immediately put down the pen and paper, and made an incomprehensible gesture around his mouth: "Ah, ah?"

Stop it, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately, God knows how many more Qing Jiuliu can live.

The experience of being able to speak immediately after eating a piece of porcelain last time seems to have left a deep impression on the artist; even if the [disease] has nothing to do with the appearance of the porcelain piece, entry-level figure painters are still cautious and cautious. He picked it up again expectantly.

Under the gazes of all the people in the room who could still open their eyes, with a long "ah", the artist put the "disease" into his mouth.

　Well, the schedule was adjusted in vain, and it was adjusted back after three days.I have a feud with the morning sun, I can't see it, it can't see me.

　
(End of this chapter)