Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1910 the dungeon that took the initiative to pounce in

The flat ground, almost dull and dull running step by step, the valley rising far away, the dense forest undulating with the mountains, and the corner of the forest, there are a group of giant stone statues that are silent and tall, as if touching the sky...

Everything is just like what Youhu Park said, Lin Sanjiu found the valley and also found the Giant Stonehenge. She has been in a hurry all the way, not daring to slacken a little, while alerting to ambushes and traps, while forcing her lazily and weak body to rush desperately. When she finally climbed the forest mountain, she almost became a pile of dust. She was so tired that she only needed to push with her nails, and she would fall and fall into dust.

Standing on the cliff, Lin Sanjiu looked down at a distance, and his eyes were full of deep green.

The dense forest stands upright, covering a bowl-shaped valley, making it look like a sleeping behemoth with rich hair. At the corner of the valley, there are a number of gray stone giants that seem to be higher than the cliffs; the white mist from an unknown source, like a gauze tent, hangs loosely on the mountains and the stone giants, floating loosely around the valley—and The almost abrupt black city in the valley.

Maybe it shouldn't be said to be one, because it is obviously not fully formed yet.

Deep in the thick black clouds above the city, snow-white and dark blue thunder and lightning rolled, as if to lash the sky apart. Even standing on the cliff, Lin Sanjiu still had the illusion that his skin was hurt by wind and rain. It's just that the heavy rain has just poured down the sky, smearing the sky over the city into a dark gray, but it has not touched the ground-the rain curtain seems to be weaving a little bit down.

The air roads and train tracks hovering between the high-rise buildings are a bit like the Freedom City in the copy of Constantine; the difference is that on every road and track, at every interval, you stand A brightly colored clown with a blood-red smile. I don't know how many bright red, yellow, and green balloons were swayed by the gust of wind under heavy rain and thunder, but they were always hovering on the road.

The dark, thick, and gray buildings were still growing up inch by inch, and Lin Sanjiu hadn't seen their rooftops yet. Intense purple, dried blood, dark metal... and other subtle shimmering colors floated between the streets of the city. When she took a closer look, she realized that it was a street lamp.

Every once in a while, one street light will go out, and another street light not far away will light up sharply.

There are not many people in this unfinished city.

The figures flashed past the windows of the building, or sat dimly in the car, or walked on the street under the umbrella-even though the heavy rain had not yet fallen to the ground. They always wandered around the corners of the field of vision, as if they were searching for the breath of longing for alive in this city that has not yet welcomed visitors.

Even if Lin Sanjiu is still far away, even if the city is not fully formed, she still can't help but give birth to a burst of horror-she has gone through so many copies, and the more she has experienced, the more clearly she can realize that she is all over her body. A cell is clamoring, trying to get away from that city desperately.

But she was still ready to go down.

"...Even if it's for other evolutionaries in the world, I can't make you a copy, right?" Lin Sanjiu said lowly while looking at the black city.

She didn't know how much the progress bar of the dungeon had been completed, and she might even be the first guest in the black city when she got there.

She didn't know how to stop the puppeteer from continuing to "duplicate" and how to make him return to his original state; she didn't know if she would be discovered by several nearby copies and turned into a copy after she went down.

These are all things that Lin Sanjiu should consider, but she doesn't seem to think about it at all.

She couldn't even tell herself. When she climbed down the cliff, what was in her mind-there seemed to be countless storms rushing back and forth in her head shell, but it seemed empty and there was nothing.

If the puppeteer is there, she has to pass, nothing more.

As soon as Lin Sanjiu hit the ground, he ran out with his legs pulled out; a few tall buildings stood outside a scattered piece of wood. Although the torrential rain has not yet formed, the road between the buildings has been wetted to black first, reflecting the dim light and color blocks cast by the convenience store on the side.

If the puppeteer still had the consciousness of being a human being, she would not see it at all.

The old friend from another hometown has long been anxious and deformed, twisting it on Lin Sanjiu's wrist; but it can't make a sound, no matter how it twists, it can't remind Lin Sanjiu at this moment, there is still on his wrist. A copy.

Until a muffled sip, suddenly resounded through the valley sky.

"Get out!"

Lin Sanjiu was startled. He didn't know where the sound came from, so he stopped outside the wet road.

"This is not where you should be," the voice continued, as if coming from the direction of Stonehenge. "Can't you tell, this person is about to become a copy!"

immediately?

In fear, Lin Sanjiu quickly glanced ahead; she only needed to walk another ten steps before she could enter the city formed by the puppeteer.

How long will it be soon?

Yes, the other party, like the other copies, regards himself as a stranger from another country.

"I—he is my old friend,"

Her mind was confused for a while, and she didn't know what to do next to ensure the safety of the puppeteer, so she took another step and shouted: "I have to get close to him. I finally found this place... "

"Don't move!" The voice from the giant's stone circle yelled again. "Come back in ten minutes!"

The three words "ten minutes" made Lin Sanjiu buzz in his mind.

At that moment, it seemed that there was another spirit dominating her body. When she reacted, Lin Sanjiu had already strode straight towards the city road not far away; she could almost smell the scent of the storm-soaked air, but just as she was about to step onto the sidewalk. , She just felt empty under her feet.

It was as if the space under her feet and in front of her was suddenly evacuated. She obviously ought to step on the road, but she didn’t step on anything—the next moment, the space took shape again, like a giant Palm, and slapped her away head-on.

With a muffled sound of "boom," she ran into a tall pine tree and slid down the trunk to the ground.

"You don't know anything," the voice said remotely and smoothly, "I will tie you up next time."

Yes... Isn't it the kind of "spatial texture" that once entangled a foot in Youhu Park? Can it also be used on humans?

Lin Sanjiu panted and endured the pain. When he got up again, his eyes fell on the coil of his wrist.

She was stunned, and an idea came up.

"Just... because of you?" she asked in a low voice.

The old friend from another country seemed to be struggling and tired. Hearing the words, he pulled up a little corner, which was considered to have approved her guess.

Lin Sanjiu nodded.

Nothing could stop her, not even several copies of the nearby gazing at her.

When she rushed to the dark city for the second time, she could already feel the faint changes and fluctuations in the space when the dungeon was started this time—at the moment of the flash of lightning, Lin Sanjiu squeezed it out with force. A little consciousness, wrapped the old knowledge from a foreign country, and threw it far behind, into the woods behind.

From the direction of the Colossal Stonehenge, the voice seemed taken aback.

Lin Sanjiu didn't give the copyists any chance to react.

She threw herself forward and finally rolled onto the wet road in the city—the next second, she heard the voice of the witch.

"Come here!"

I’m so stuck in my head, I don’t know how it’s written, so let’s do it, I still have a bag of McDonald’s waiting for me (what's the point if people don’t indulge occasionally, right)