Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 686 Deconstructive Monsters and Lin Sanjiu Without Artistic Cells

It is indeed unrealistic to expect the puppeteer to wake up from a coma under such circumstances.

He was tied to the back by Lin Sanjiu with a rope, and one arm was grabbed by her with one hand, which was equivalent to hanging the weight of the whole body on the arm, so as not to slide down.In this posture, he was half-backed and half-dragged, running bumpily all the way in the dark, Lin Sanjiu soon felt that the clothes on his back were all wet.

If this continues, her only hope may die on her own back.

"Porva?"

"Continue to maintain this direction," Fatty Bai immediately responded.Hearing Lin Sanjiu shout "I didn't ask this!", he spun around his shoulders a few times like a big mouse, and replied in a crying voice: "I've been patting his face, but he just won't wake up. what!"

"Try harder, hurt him!" Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and drank, while listening to the rustling sound behind him, he quickened his pace again. "If he doesn't wake up, we will have to confess here!"

After only running for about ten seconds, she already had a certain understanding of the dark passage inside the furniture.

No wonder Mu Xin couldn't get out once she got stuck: she couldn't open furniture doors from the inside, or even break them, except for those things in the dark.All the furniture with "inner spaces" are connected together, forming a long and winding, sometimes deep, sometimes narrow, sometimes curved, endless dark passage.

From this point of view, she was really lucky when she fought the "Queen of Soul" last time, the door of the cabinet was wobbly and never closed.One thing she can be sure of is that this "inner space" is larger than the actual interior of the furniture.

Lin Sanjiu's only chance to catch a glimpse of the outside world is when she encounters openings such as louver fans and glass windows; but what flashes past her eyes is only the undulating furniture as the night falls.

Just when she was distracted, the alarm bell in Lin Sanjiu's head suddenly rang; she immediately turned her head, and a hot and strong air flow brushed past her ears again, blowing into the air.She held her breath and bent down, even though she was running very hard, she still didn't dare to straighten up rashly.

The last time she was accidentally sprayed by that gasp, she was fortunate enough to experience the feeling of a person at the moment of dying.It seems to be able to create the illusion that one is about to die, leading to complete paralysis of all body functions—if she hadn't used her consciousness to cut off her brain's instructions in time, perhaps Lin Sanjiu's heart would have already become a piece of cold Meat.

Fortunately, that thing didn't seem to be able to spew out "near-death breath" often, which gave her a chance to buffer and dodge.

"What the hell is that?" Lin Sanjiu asked out of breath. "Can you see clearly?"

"I don't know what that is either," Boerva slapped the puppeteer vigorously, and shouted, "I can only see a rough shape... But that thing is really hard to describe... Well, you know Deconstructionist school?"

Sounds like abstract art kind of confusing stuff.

"Get to the point!"

"Whether it's a painting or a building, deconstruction is based on smashing and reassembling as a means of expression, so the presentation style is very complicated and difficult to describe." Polva sped up his speech, but his focus was really useless. "What's behind it, the shape kinda reminds me of deconstructive architecture."

After talking for a long time, the whole thing is art education.

"In other words, it's a big pile of ghost stuff of unknown shape?"

"...Yes." Fatty Bai suddenly lost his temper.

You shouldn't count on him.

Just as this thought crossed Lin Sanjiu's mind, the sound of rubbing and swimming behind him suddenly stopped and disappeared completely.Before she had time to figure out where it went, the ground shook heavily, and her feet were lifted off the ground by that force; an unbearable strong and strange smell had already rushed to the back of her neck.

A sharp sound slipped out of Fatty Bai's throat: "It's posted!"

His hint was completely an afterthought—when he spoke, Lin Sanjiu had already held him and the puppeteer tightly with both hands by the momentum of being lifted up, and rolled around in the air, throwing the three of them from there. Under the breath of the thing, he hurriedly pulled out.

"You can't outrun me," a laugh sounded like sandpaper rubbing in the darkness.Almost every time it laughs in a different way, only the kind of energy that makes people feel chills remains the same.

Lin Sanjiu spat, just stood up straight, and before she could take a step, Bo Erwa suddenly hiccupped nervously: "It, it might be right...it's big."

"What do you mean?"

"Just now it seemed... not so big..." Fatty Bai stammered, "It seems that when it was chasing us, it... rolled bigger and bigger like a snowball."

That wacky laugh sounded joyful this time.Its voice fluctuates from high to low, and the accent often catches the wrong place. It is very uncomfortable to listen to: "Yes, I didn't expect that your observation skills are so good in such a dark place. Keep running, why don't you run away? With a few more steps, I can be even bigger."

The bigger the opponent was, the less likely Lin Sanjiu would be able to escape.This is the passage formed inside the furniture. The surrounding space is limited after all. If this thing grows to a certain extent, maybe a breath of "dying breath" can make her inescapable.

"I understand."

Lin Sanjiu exhaled, and took a step back while guarding against the creatures in the darkness in front of him.She put the puppeteer's arm off her back, bent down and pushed him from the floor behind her, and said to Fatty Bai: "Go to him!"

"Well, then what?"

Lin Sanjiu really wanted to answer, but that thing didn't give her a chance.When she pushed the puppeteer behind her just now, the thing had already quietly and slowly stretched towards her; because it moved so slowly, it didn't even stir up the airflow.By the time she realized it, it was almost too late - she just felt something pressing towards her face.

In the doomsday world, what determines a person's death is often not how many items he has or how powerful he is.Relying on things outside of one's body, there are always times when the boat capsizes in the gutter; the elements that really make those who survive can continue to live are actually reflected in the decision of life and death.

When an unknown dangerous object is about to press on the face, few people can stand still.While Lin Sanjiu raised her head back, she raised her hands.In the blink of an eye, the two hands that opened the [Mutant Version of Painting Style] met something that struck in mid-air—from the feel of it, it seemed to be a twisted thick arm.

When the thick fingertips were about to hook her chin, they exploded into a ball of mucus and fragments like insects whose belly had been squeezed.As soon as Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes, his face became cold, and at the same time, his nasal cavity was also soaked in that strong odor.The thing in the darkness suddenly groaned urgently; she wiped her mouth, took out the [battle item] and threw it behind her: "Go on!"

"What, what?" Boerwa slapped her hands together, as if she still didn't answer.

"Using it can imitate a special object." Lin Sanjiu didn't know how far that object was from him, because the object was too huge, and the groan seemed to echo everywhere in its abdominal cavity. "You just need to describe the details of the item carefully! Think about it, is there anything that you can use right now?"

"It's useful..." Fatty Bai grabbed the [battle item], his voice was so nervous that it was an octave high. "It's useful..."

Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to delay, and called out [Pawn Special Anesthesia Gun] again.The thing was big and close, and it was impossible to avoid it this time; she poured out an unknown amount of anesthesia injections in the sound of the gun valve knocking, and it really hit the thing low. He cried out in pain a few times.

But it doesn't appear to be down yet.

If only I could see it...

Just when Lin Sanjiu was holding the gun upright and having this idea, there was a sudden "crack" behind her, and a light spot of light and light appeared--it was said to be a light spot, but it seemed to be alive. The surrounding walls jumped, stood firm, and expanded rapidly; like a piece of bright white moss, and like a piece of paint that is being applied faster and faster.Wherever it walked, it lit up like a lamp, and Lin Sanjiu's vision was soon illuminated.

She stared blankly at the opponent in front of her.

Sure enough, he is a deconstructionist guy.

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