Doomsday Wonderland

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It was the first time Lin Sanjiu found out since meeting the puppeteer that he would be happy to hear his voice.

After entangled in a few worlds, his cynicism was no different to Lin Sanjiu from a breeze. At this time, the rope in her hand was stretched straight, and it was swaying continuously with the struggle of the huge Roshan ahead, as if it would break at any time; the hook was torn under the flesh, and the "big fish" tried to get rid of its back every time. Attempts to hook caused sharp pain from her broken palm that had just begun to heal.

"You finally woke up, help!"

Her response was a sneer.

"Who do you think you are instructing?" The puppet master's dark tone did not change at all because of the upgrade of his ability. Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to open his mouth, he suddenly felt that the rope under his hand stopped swaying.

"Big Fish" looked like a piece of dead meat, and gradually stopped struggling, standing motionless in the white light of [Light Moss].

"Why did I get into this place?" The puppeteer seemed to be asking about the fat white man who looked dreadful, but Polva was so scared that she couldn't make a sound, she could only clatter her teeth slightly. The sound responded.

If you are so afraid of him, why do you still carry him all the way?

Just as she sighed in her heart, the terrifyingly shaped Roshan trembled slightly, and Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but struck a spirit; she was about to remind the puppet master that it was not time to chat, raised her eyes, but found Roshan The like "big fish" was slowly shrinking with a slight tremor, the fleshy skin all flowed in one direction, and even the wrinkles were pulled away, as if the skin was being pulled by some force.

Lin Sanjiu stared at it without blinking his normal body, and opened his mouth slightly.

The Roshan composed of countless human bodies is getting shorter and smaller, gradually revealing the thin black shadow behind it.

Although he just woke up, the puppeteer threw away the blood-stained bath towel. He was originally a person without the slightest blood, but at this time he could be even more gloomy and pale, quietly arched by the rich darkness; he looks like a black hole, even the light cannot escape, but can only sink deeply into it .

When he slowly closed one of his palms, Lin Sanjiu noticed that the "big fish" was struggling under the palm of his hand--but it was struggling less and less. The invisible force gradually lost its vitality.

What is this ability?

Looking at this thing that once caused a great threat to himself, the puppeteer can easily solve it, which is really mixed. Lin Sanjiu glanced at the "big fish" that was suppressed on the ground, then looked at the two people behind the puppet master, one large and one small.

Mu Xin was holding her [Battle Item] in her hand. It was obvious that he had simulated an item just now, which awakened the puppeteer. As Mu Xin explained the situation in a low voice, Polva sighed. With his mouth open, he was so nervous that he stuck it on the [light moss] on a wall, wishing to flatten himself into a piece of wallpaper.

"Lin Sanjiu,"

The puppeteer suddenly called her, and her voice was so soft that she got goose bumps on her back. Before Lin Sanjiu turned his head, the Roshan in front of her suddenly exploded in front of her--with the sharp splashing sound, countless fragmented human tissues shot out, and the mucus visceral hairs headed her head like a fountain. It became a soup chicken. Strange smell, slippery feeling, hair hanging on the skin, sticky fat, countless broken bones stuck in the neck... Lin Sanjiu's eyes were closed for a while, and he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that he might move. Spit it out.

"You stay away."

Only then did the puppet master slowly finish the second half of the sentence.

With the screams of Teacher Yi in his mind, Lin Sanjiu really almost didn't hear his words clearly.

How to clean yourself is a nightmare problem-no one is willing to experience what it feels like to pull a dead human hair between teeth. Without opening her eyes, she quickly took off her drenched coat and poured herself several bottles of mineral water on her head; when she finally managed to open her eyes, she was not surprised to find the other three The individual is still very dry.

Obviously he can control the direction that the thing sprays when it breaks.

"The escalation is a disease," the puppeteer sighed while looking at his clean hands. His injury should have only been temporarily controlled, and his voice still sounded weak and fluttering. "Become a forensic...but it's better than no upgrade."

What forensic doctor will explode the body?

Lin Sanjiu was afraid that she would not be able to control her anger with a single mouth; after putting on a clean dress, she could only bury her face in a towel and pass all the curses she knew in her heart. After the "big fish" was blown to pieces, in the endless darkness beyond the range that [Light Moss] could illuminate, there was only a dead silence; only the voice of the puppeteer was cold, like Frost hit people's skin like frost: "Let's go, look for an exit."

As soon as he said this, Lin Sanjiu remembered the business. She immediately dropped the towel, looked into the darkness a few times, and hurriedly tapped her collar at him.

The puppeteer didn't seem to see her.

"You made me regain consciousness?" He waved his hand to the two behind him, motioning them to follow him; amidst the rubbing of black leather, the puppeteer picked a clean place and walked step by step. The dark and gloomy feeling on his body has not alleviated in the slightest, and it is really not even [Light Moss] can illuminate a gloomy person.

But... Did he not understand what he meant?

Lin Sanjiu knocked him on the collar again, this time adding a mouth shape.

Still no effect.

"I don't like to owe favors," the puppeteer said as he walked slowly. "What kind of return do you hope?"

"No, no need..." Polva climbed onto Musin's shoulders sometime. "me--"

"Either let me pay back the favor," the puppeteer replied flatly in the crisp sound of Lin Sanjiu's knocking on the collar: "Or let me kill you. As I said, I don't like owing favors."

Polva gave a "hiccup" and dared not speak. He glanced at Lin Sanjiu quickly, but like Mu Xin, no one was able to help her activate the collar; just as Lin Sanjiu was anxious and angry, and was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of an extremely fast one from the corner of his eye. The shadow struck her like lightning. Even though she could see the opponent's movements clearly, she still couldn't hide it-the puppeteer's cold fingers caught her neck in a blink of an eye, just stuck on the collar, and pulled her closer.

"Knock and knock, do you think you're barking a dog?" His half of his face twisted, and the murderous aura that became rich for a moment was almost as real. Mu Xin and Polva were taken aback, and their faces changed; even if they knew that the other party had said that they would not kill themselves, Lin Sanjiu quickly opened the [protective force field]. Unexpectedly, as soon as the [protective force field] opened, the puppeteer suddenly let go and pushed her out again. As she staggered back, a voice as cold as frost came into her ears.

"...You have the ability to parse and compile everything in the data body." The man who was tightly wrapped in black leather brushed his fingers as if he was afraid of getting dirty. "Satisfied?"

The collar that was gradually warming up caused Lin Sanjiu to sigh almost a long sigh-she had to bear the humiliation enough for such a sentence. She didn't know what kind of ability it would be, she glanced at a few people, and closed her eyes a little bewildered.

After only half a second, she suddenly opened her eyes again.

It turns out... the world in the eyes of the data body is like this.

How to describe it?

When he opened his eyes and set his gaze on everything around him for the first time, Lin Sanjiu was a little faintly afraid: If the data body invited her again at this time, she wondered if she could make up her mind to refuse.

After all, joining the data body means that she can always observe the world in this way.

Such a satisfying, simple, and thorough way.

[Light Moss] is composed of sixty-four basic substances and a combination of different variants. Their arrangement looks so interesting and subtle, even with a mathematical beauty. Just a glance at the past, Lin Sanjiu's programming program naturally emerged in her heart; she felt her hand touch the shiny wall lightly, and when she took it down, [Light Moss] seemed to have gained life. In the same way, the bright white light was quickly spread out, and the originally dark passages were dyed along the walls.

In a matter of seconds, she wrote the 【Light Moss】 that can illuminate the entire passage.

The interior space of the furniture where a few people are located is more complicated than [Light Moss]; and a few evolutionaries are more complicated than the furniture cemetery. With great difficulty, Lin Sanjiu suppressed the urge to analyze a few people, and with an almost greedy mood, he knelt down and wiped the floor with his fingertips.

Is her hand such a magical thing?

It's just that, all the details, materials, arrangements, and data that make up the furniture cemetery, like a swimming fish floating in the deep water, flashed out of sight. Probably there is no second thing in the world that can make people feel so wonderful, not even drugs. This is absolute manipulation of everything in the world, and absolute manipulation means absolute power.

Humans have never really mastered anything. The sadder the past, the less temptation I can resist now.

Analyzing the furniture cemetery took 30 seconds longer than [Light Moss]. Lin Sanjiu knocked on the wall, and a door opened. She walked into the dim night outside, and several people behind her followed in turn.

"This is a special item," her own voice sounded far away instead. Lin Sanjiu reluctantly touched the door that she had just walked out of - it was originally a sofa with storage space, but it has been rewritten by her into a wardrobe that doesn't even need to bow when the puppeteer comes out.

"This is a special item that can record a copy and reproduce it."