Doomsday begins with a nightmare

Lin Mo can only rely on guesswork this time.

"Could it be that it is for the selection and combination of curses?"

This is what Lin Mo said from the perspective of a top game master. He doesn't know if he is right, but at least it is an educated guess.

"almost."

Unexpectedly, Dad Lin also agreed with this statement.

"But not yet comprehensive!"

Father Lin continued: "The yellow paper itself is a special thing. It comes from another world. It can identify various curses. Generally, it can be cut into small pieces of paper for use."

Lin Mo nodded.

He has also seen the yellow paper, and it is indeed used to identify a single cursed object.

"You have seen the curse sequence. I don't know too much about the specifics, but I can tell you about it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo hurriedly took out his small notebook.

In the diary, Lin Mo specially recorded the curse sequences he already knew, major categories and minor categories, all of which were clearly marked and the structure was very simple.

Father Lin looked at it, nodded approvingly, and wanted to come over to write, and then added some content to the tree structure that Lin Mo had summed up.

It can be regarded as complementing some places.

In this way, the curse sequence summarized by Lin Mo is obviously enriched with a lot of curses.

After that, Dad Lin used a pen to draw some lines on some curses.

Some are one-to-one, some are one-to-two, and some are one-to-many.

"These are relationship diagrams that can counteract each other and allow people infected with the curse to achieve balance. You should write it down carefully. I know the effects of some curses, so I will mark them for you. In this way, you can choose some of them in a targeted manner. Curse to strengthen yourself, you should understand this..."

"Understand a little."

Lin Mo just looked at his father's yellow paper.

Among the fourteen kinds of curses mentioned above, there are indeed a few that are very powerful.

例如8-2石化，4-2破坏，6-1恨意。

Lin Mo had never seen these three curses.

There is another one, even more powerful.

1-1 Arrogance.

"Dad, where did you get the curse of the No. 1 sequence?" Lin Mo knew that the curses of the No. 1 sequence were not trivial, such as his 1-5 gluttony, which brought about the disadvantages of hunger and possible madness caused by hunger.

But the benefits are many.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Mo can live until now, thanks to the curse of gluttony.

So in the No. 1 sequence curse, the one that can still rank first, 'arrogance', must be even more powerful.

Because in the curse sequence diagram added by my father, the 1-1 arrogance is connected to many curses, which shows that this curse can hedge against many other curses.

There is such a thing in the body, it is an exaggeration to say that there is no taboo, but at least, many terrible curses have no effect on it.

"I got this by chance when Junk Lane was born, but unfortunately, I can't pass it on to you." Father Lin also knows how powerful the curse of No. 1-1 is.

"Come on, let me see yours." After Dad Lin finished speaking, Lin Mo took out the yellow paper and handed it over.

Father Lin took a look.

nodded.

"Fortunately, I have seen the curse of gluttony. Although the side effects are not small, it is the curse of the No. 1 sequence. You can get it. This is a good thing, and it has a good foundation."

Finally, Dad Lin thought for a while and said, "Don't use the rotten ash curse I bought for you. The rotten ash is the No. 4 curse in the 3th sequence, and the serial number is 4-3. You have nothing to restrain it for the time being. , even with steel and gluttony, it won't last long, unless you have the curse of the undead in the No. 8 sequence, otherwise, don't even touch it."

Lin Mo hurriedly wrote it down.

"Others are very good. It seems that you are better than me at the beginning. I took a lot of detours to figure out the key point. You yellow paper, although you don't have many curses, but you cooperate very well, and there are almost no useless curses. Occupy the position, it's nice."

Father Lin appreciated it.

Lin Mo heard a question, so he asked what is "useless curse occupying position". Is the curse position on the yellow paper limited?

"It's not that the places on the paper are limited, it's that you have limited places on your body. There are only sixteen. You can only bless yourself with sixteen kinds of curses. If they are full, you won't be able to hang them. So, you have to choose carefully. You Once it’s done, you only need to get eight curses to surpass me.”

Regarding the curse sequence, Lin Mo and Dad Lin talked for a long time, and a lot.

Lin Mo certainly benefited a lot.

"Dad, let me ask you something, the man who carried the coffin, that is, Uncle Wang, why doesn't he go to see Tian Tian?"

At this time, the two father and son seized this rare opportunity to chat. Lin Mo thought of something and asked directly.

"I've seen Tian Tian, ​​he's been waiting for his father, why doesn't Uncle Wang go in?"

This is something that Lin Mo has never figured out.

Chapter 0272 Let me meet Tiantian again

When Lin Mo went to cabin 133, he chatted with Tiantian and knew that this poor little boy had been waiting for his father to come back.

And for Tian Tian, ​​​​he doesn't seem to feel the passage of time, and he doesn't know that he is dead. He is a very simple nightmare, but he has obsession, and the obsession is extremely strong.

This is actually nonsense, if Tiantian is not strong enough, then this kid can't rely on his mental strength to create such a huge junk alley.

Lin Mo has seen the most powerful nightmare so far, ranking second every day, and no one can rank first.

In addition, the wooden house No. 133 is very special, which can separate the dark side of every day.

Lin Mo heard from his father that the terrifying dark version of Tiantian will actually be born every once in a while, and he and Uncle Wang have dealt with several of them before.

Father Lin is fine. Uncle Wang killed his own son. Although it was his son's dark side, he couldn't do it. After a long time, he would definitely collapse.

That's why they came up with a way to create the Hall of Silence and trap the dark version in it every day.

It is also the law of rights.

"That child Tian Tian is very poor." Papa Lin sighed, "It's not easy for Lao Wang..."

Father Lin told a story about Tiantian.

Uncle Wang originally opened a shop in the flea market, because his wife thought he was poor in the early years, so he ran away when Tian Tian was one year old.Uncle Wang will raise Tiantian until he is five years old by himself, and Tiantian spent his childhood in the flea market.

For the young Tian Tian, ​​the flea market is the whole world he can see.

Here is his happiness and all his imagination.

When he is busy on weekdays, Uncle Wang will ask the proprietress of the adjacent shop to take care of Tian Tian, ​​after all, women are still careful.

Because I often have to be busy until very late before coming back, I have developed the habit of waiting for my father to come back every day.

But once, there was a fire at the flea market.

Uncle Wang was buying goods outside, and when he heard the news and rushed back, he found that the entire flea market would be burned to ruins.

Later, in the ruins, the bodies of many victims were found, among them was Tian Tian.

On that day, Uncle Wang completely collapsed.

That night, Uncle Wang committed suicide.

With a strong hatred.

And this kind of hatred is not because of the proprietress who didn't save Tiantian because of escape, but for himself.

He hated himself for caring about making money and ignoring his son Tian Tian.

If he could go back earlier, perhaps Tian Tian would not die.

Coincidentally, at that time, Uncle Wang came into contact with the source of pollution, and because of his guilt and hatred for himself, he turned Tiantian into a nightmare.

However, Tian Tian's obsession and spiritual power are too strong, creating Junk Alley.

Even the power of nightmare flowing out of the junk alley created the polluted area of ​​Route 66 in Hei Duck City, long since that ghost bus.

The whole thing, it all goes hand in hand.

Hearing this, Lin Mo finally understood why the coffin-bearer cursed Tian Tian's father so much at that time.

Obviously, Uncle Wang's hatred for himself has never subsided.

It was also for this reason that he had no face to meet Tian Tian.

Even, he has the key to cabin 133.

Lin Mo thought for a while, then whispered: "Isn't this torturing himself? Some things, it's better to look at it a little bit."

"That's what I told Lao Wang, but he is too stubborn to listen." Father Lin said again: "Besides, after discovering the mysterious bronze door, Lao Wang and I also discussed it. It is best not to break the balance. It is also because of this that Lao Wang does not go to see Tian Tian, ​​because once Lao Wang sees Tian Tian, ​​Tian Tian's mental power may change, and no one knows what will happen when the time comes. "

Lin Mo also nodded.

This matter is indeed difficult.

"I'm also worried. Now Lao Wang's situation is getting more and more wrong. Originally, at that time, he shouldn't have come forward, let alone do anything to you, but he still did it, which shows the negative emotions in his body. There are more and more, and I’m afraid it won’t last long.”

When Papa Lin thought of this, he also had a worried look on his face.

After all, he and Lao Wang had to work together to maintain Junk Lane.

But once there is a problem with one of them, the balance will still be broken.

Lin Mo had a thought: "Dad, I have a solution, but let me meet Tian Tian again."

……

This time, it was Father Lin who brought Lin Mo to find the cabin No. 133.

Because of the change in the layout of the junk alley, the location of the wooden house No. 133 has also moved. If Dad Lin hadn't brought it with him, Lin Mo would definitely not be able to find it for a while.

At the door, the man carrying the coffin stood quietly, motionless.

It seems to want to go in, but there is no movement.

"Old Wang!" Father Lin shouted.

The man who carried the coffin moved his body and turned his head.

At this moment, the hatred on the coffin-carrying man became more and more intense, and had already begun to turn into malice. His eyes also had an evil light, and his original rationality was slowly fading away.

He was silent.

He just stared at Papa Lin and Lin Mo coldly.

"The situation is wrong." Lin Mo and Dad Lin looked at each other.

The malice on the coffin-carrying man was still spreading. At this time, Lin Mo discovered something and opened the ghost eyes on his forehead.

Field of view changes.

Lin Mo saw that the coffin behind the coffin-carrying man was actually the source of a lot of malice, and these malice slowly penetrated into the coffin-carrying man's body, slowly affecting him.

Lin Mo immediately told his father about the situation.

The latter also found the problem.

"In Lao Wang's coffin, was there something closed before?" Father Lin knew the old man best, so he asked immediately.

Lin Mo nodded.

Before, the man carrying the coffin fought with the mysterious corpse, relying on his own help to put the mysterious corpse in the coffin.

According to the man who carried the coffin at the time, within two or three days, the mysterious corpse would be completely melted by the coffin.

But looking at it now, something must have gone wrong.

Suddenly, the coffin-carrying man walked towards this side, seeing him like that, obviously something was wrong.

Father Lin immediately went up to meet him.

At the level of the coffin bearer, only he can stop it.

"I've figured it out, you all die, die, it's over once you die, I can meet Tian Tian after you die, he doesn't need to wait any longer, he has waited long enough, long enough!"

The coffin-carrying man had a ferocious expression on his face, and suddenly accelerated halfway, knocking Father Lin into the air.

But Father Lin is not an ordinary person.

The security captain was set as the most powerful character in the second-hand goods alley. At this moment, he stabilized his figure, swayed, and stood in front of the coffin-carrying man again. The coffin-bearer pressed hard on the ground.