Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head. It was originally the place where her feet were, but now there were a cloud of lead-gray haze floating in the air, and many small black flocs were still swaying, like broken leaves shaking in the waves of the river.

When she stood still, her whole person was soaked in the thick haze, even if she raised her arm, she couldn't see her hand, only a circle of slightly rippling gray mist.

She dared not move. It is impossible for anyone to grasp the correct direction all the time in this almost blind environment; she relied on the "Consciousness Scan" from time to time by her teacher along the way to figure out the correct path.

There was silence in his mind for a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu did not speak, nor did the red brick human voice sound. On the ground under the smog, it is far from silent: insects rustle and crawl through the vegetation, something is slammed by the wind, the cracking sound of dripping, the distance is still There was a sweeping sound that seemed to be someone shuffling.

The deepest part of the smog that should have been a dead place is far from full of vitality.

...Since just now, "Teacher Yi" has been urging her to leave. Now she stood there for several seconds, but "Teacher Yi" didn't say a word, as if someone who knew that he had accidentally exposed his feet, was waiting to see the next step with bated breath.

How to do?

How is this going? Why can that thing replace Teacher Yi?

Lin Sanjiu felt her arrogance for the first time: she had only experienced the doomsday for more than a decade, and felt that she was able to classify and deal with the crises in the doomsday world. She realized that compared to the endless visions in the doomsday world, the evolutionaries living on the surface of the world may only have seen one horn.

"Teacher Yi...?" She yelled.

Before she was sure that Teacher Yi was not strange, she dared not go forward anyway; she felt that her left foot was still firmly on the ground, her toes pointed in the right direction, and she never moved - as long as she did not Move, she will not stagger in the right direction.

There is still no echo in my mind.

Lin Sanjiu slammed his hand up, this time it was not the air current vortex that was thrown out, but the [tornado whip] that had been suppressed just now-the small wind group roared and tore through the haze, and rolled towards the red brick. The wall, but at the moment before hitting it, the wind suddenly relaxed, and it quickly dissipated like a leap into the sky.

She breathed a sigh of relief; she had been worried that the power of the tornado was too great, and if she didn't have time to release the wind group, she would hit something that shouldn't be hit, which would cause trouble instead.

Using a small tornado to disperse the haze is of course better than an air vortex; at this moment, there are more than ten meters of red brick walls in front and back, all of which are clearly exposed in Lin Sanjiu's field of vision. There is a few seconds, even a trace. There is no lingering mist.

Why is this red brick wall so long? What was it used for?

Every human figure in the crack on the wall still looks the same as before, heads up and waving hands, knees high, and their postures are different-only one place has changed.

Just now Lin Sanjiu threw out an iron rod and cracked the human-shaped head facing him. There was a deep and long crack on most of the human body, which even made it look like a human-shaped —— Now, the figure is three meters away from her right.

...Did the wall move, or did she move?

"Why are you looking at them again?" The red-brick human figure's voice suddenly sounded in her mind again, and said tentatively: "Didn't I say it? If you see too much of the red brick human figure, it will probably treat you. Have some impact..."

Just like when it repeated the conversation of the working group just now, this sentence, which should be full of meaning, the teacher's solemn and anxious tone, sounded slick, as if trying to trick her into believing in herself, but he refused to pretend even a little effort.

This thing keeps asking her not to look at the red brick wall, and keeps urging her to leave quickly... Why?

Lin Sanjiu was sweating on his forehead, and he turned his eyes, but found that the iron rod he had just thrown out was still lying at the foot of the broken human figure—that is, three meters away from her.

She couldn't help being a little silly.

The red brick wall is unbelievable, but she collected the iron rods herself, a large bundle of dozens of them, so ordinary that they couldn't be ordinary. After all, the human form is formed by cracks. How can it be possible to walk off the red brick and remove the iron rod?

In other words, is she herself who moved the position just now?

"No, I haven't moved..." She muttered to herself, dissipating in the haze that gradually gathered again with anxiety and dazed heat.

She couldn't tell who was the teacher of Yi, nor who was the one who moved; everything was tangled together like a haze in her head, and she couldn't figure out the clue. Feeling helpless, Lin Sanjiu wanted to slam his left foot into the ground, and fixed himself in place. She swept her gaze vigorously a few times—as if she wanted to scrape off the camouflage with her gaze and see the truth. similar.

"Don't look at the red brick wall anymore, keep walking..." the voice in his head said softly.

"Continue to go?

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Lin Sanjiu; she gritted her teeth and did not respond, forcing herself to find a thread in her chaotic thoughts.

She remembered that when she threw the iron rod just now, the mouth of the human figure hit was closed; at that time, she looked forward and saw that the mouth of the next human figure was open.

According to Lin Sanjiu's speculation, when she walked to the side of the humanoid with open mouth, she could hear the voice of the humanoid-these many humanoids had just followed Lin Sanjiu all the way, and Lin Sanjiu could hear the humanoid with open mouth. It retells the conversation of an evolutionary working group-if the person who moved is really herself, how could she not hear the human retelling just now?

Not only that, the figure she is facing now has the same open mouth, and there is still no sound. Before the smog closed, she glanced at it one last time-the humanoid right hand was raised high in front of her, and her left hand was swayed high behind her, just like a figure in a shadow play.

"I wanted to ask you a while ago,"

The thin voice in his mind that pretended to be a teacher but did not pretend to resemble asked almost in a twisted tone: "Have you ever noticed that your walking posture has become very strange?"

Lin Sanjiu couldn't hold back the anger that came up suddenly, sneered, and said, "Do you think I will be fooled? I know I haven't moved."

The voice paused, and it seemed to be holding back back with a smile--if the smog was rushed away, would she see the human figure on the red brick wall holding his nose and mouth with his hands and smiling?

It was the thought of "breaking through the smog" that caused Lin Sanjiu's right finger to move, so he realized it.

She is now raising her right hand high in front of her, and her left hand swinging high behind her, just like a figure in a shadow play.

I have to take Ermao to see a doctor in the morning. This ghost refuses to drink water. It has to get urethritis and cost her mother's money!

(End of this chapter)