Doomsday Wonderland

This chapter is almost done at last, I'm already in a daze...

The scream that was caught off guard from a distance caused both Lin Sanjiu and Bohemia to jump up and almost hit the iron pan with hot water. They were ready for battle in an instant, waiting for the things that brought down the evolutionary to emerge-but after a while, the night was silent, the cicadas were fading, and the moonlight still floated undisturbed on the dark road. There is nothing strange everywhere.

The only noise was the muffled sound of the human body hitting the ground, accompanied by the sound of blood splashing on the road, so slight that people thought it was an illusion.

After that, I could no longer hear the voice of the evolutionary.

"What happened to that man...?" Bohemia asked suspiciously.

The corner of her eye rolled from the puppeteer, and then quickly retracted. The only one who can kill a distant evolutionary without making a difference is the puppet master alone; however, there is really no reason for him to do this—and he did not stand up and become a puppet after he died. .

The puppeteer didn’t seem to care why the evolutionary died suddenly. He just looked at the iron pan, slightly frowned an eyebrow, and questioned the big witch in his mind: “...Isn’t'from big to small' something? , But a dynamic process?"

Both of them fell silent, even though they couldn't hear the response from the maiden.

The puppeteer listened for a while without making a sound, and then nodded imperceptibly-the two looked at each other, and a layer of doubt appeared. The great maiden’s abilities are indeed extraordinary. Even the "dynamic process" of someone running past can be captured by her and turn it into one of the ingredients of the soup; but then again, since what the great witch wants is only a dynamic process , Then the person who killed the evolutionary is not a puppeteer.

The puppeteer has no interest in how that person died; to him, there is nothing more important in the world than the pot in front of him. He lifted his chin slightly, and rewarded Lin Sanjiu with five more words: "It's up to you now."

Sitting in hot water for a while is not a big deal; it is just sitting alone in the pot and standing outside the pot, as if the pork used for dinner suddenly became conscious, and staring under the eyes, it was really not embarrassing. Not awkward. Seeing that the mud on the boots and trousers had muddy the water, Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppeteer: "Okay?"

The puppeteer closed his eyes and said nothing, but beckoned to Bohemia.

"She needs a channel to show her abilities, but my mental stability is not enough." His face was plain and ordinary, but Bohemia was scared and pale: "...you can help."

"I see,"

Teacher Yi sighed abruptly in Lin Sanjiu's mind: "No wonder he has no consciousness. Just like a lunatic can't find consciousness, if his spiritual world is always walking on thin ice and breaking apart at any time, then naturally it will I can't develop consciousness anymore."

Lin Sanjiu pursed his mouth, without letting a trace of strangeness show on his face.

Bohemia lowered her head, her eyes closed, her consciousness whizzed around her body-she stood in the wind for a while, then suddenly took a few steps, reached out into the hot water pot and fumbled; as a pot Lin Sanjiu quickly moved away the pork boiled in it, watching her pick up a roll of wet paper from the bottom of the pot.

This roll of paper was obviously not put in by them, so there is only one possibility—"The Great Witch made it?" Lin Sanjiu asked hurriedly, "This is what she...cooked?"

"Spread it out!" the puppet master ordered.

Bohemia stretched out a hand of water and unrolled the paper roll, revealing a blank sheet of paper without text. It was fished out of a water pot, and the edges were soaked with water. The dark black water traces bend and twist like earthworms, crawling down the paper texture, slowly dipping and staggering, forming three Word: "Gong Daoyi".

In the moonlight, several pairs of eyes were focused on this name. The night is dead, and only the occasional sound of wind and occasional sound of water can make people feel that this scroll is real, not a dream.

As the name appeared and disappeared, pictures gradually appeared on the paper. In the daylight, the picture was in a bustling crowd, passing through the various heads, and slowly approaching a man wearing a black top hat—he just raised his hand at this moment and took it off with the top hat in between. , Showing neat black hair combed to the back of his head.

It was indeed Gong Daoji who was right; from the background crowd, it could only be guessed that he was probably in a certain twelve realms, but it was difficult to determine which one it was.

As soon as Miya Dao turned his head, a smile appeared on his feminine and beautiful side face, as if he was talking to someone around him-it was a pity that the scroll couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't read his lips from this angle.

Lin Sanjiu did not dare to look up at the puppet master's look at the moment.

Under the gaze of the three people, Gong Taoichi on the paper suddenly seemed to be aware of something. His expression was shocked, and he immediately turned around and scanned the screen for a circle. When he stopped, his gaze coincided with the three people outside the painting. Hit it right.

"He, what does he see us for?" Bohemia was taken aback: "Is it a coincidence?"

As if he had heard these words, Gong Daoichi tilted his head thoughtfully and slightly raised a thin smile. He stretched his hand into his arms, took out something and looked at it, then turned around and greeted the people around him to continue walking with him until the picture disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the scroll blankly, without making a sound for a while.

"What's the matter?" Bohemia saw the paper roll blank again, and rushed to pat it, as if it were an old TV set that should be retired: "Will he come to this world like this?"

No one could answer her—it wasn't until a few minutes after the scroll was blank that the puppeteer finally spoke hoarsely.

"...Was he discovered?" Every word seemed to be more gloomy than the previous one. This sentence was certainly not for Xiang Lin Sanjiu; after a few seconds in the silence that followed, he let out a low sneer: "It's best to be like this."

"What did the great witch say?" Lin Sanjiu hesitated and asked as calmly as possible.

The puppet master paused-she didn't expect him to answer herself, but she didn't expect him to think about it, but then said: "She said that although he noticed our sight, he may not be able to compare this with the next 'Temptation' wanted to go together."

"Temptation?"

"Through this piece of paper," the puppetist said while twisting the paper roll with his fingertips, shaking it gently: "The sight cast on him will become a connection. This connection, According to the great witch, it is like a roll of rope slowly being recycled, which will lure him to me without knowing it. Because you have also seen the pictures, he may also be drawn to you. So until he shows up, you two shouldn’t even think about going anywhere."

Bohemia belched, as if the trachea was stuck.

In other words, it will take a while before Miya Daoichi comes to this world. Fortunately, there is more than one doom in this world. Even if the flood disrupts the law of transmission, they have a way to stay as long as possible.

Lin Sanjiu sighed secretly. The later Gong Daoyi came, the better, maybe before he appeared, she could think of a way-she vaguely felt that she needed to save the puppet master from his own hands.

And... the picture just hit her heart again, she shook her head to stop herself from thinking deeply. Even if it is as she expected, all she can do now is to wait for Miyadoichi with the puppeteer...

"What are you doing in a daze?" Bohemia poked her and urged: "Do you have feelings for this pot?"

The pork then remembered that he was still soaking in the pot—Lin Sanjiu quickly crawled out of the pot. The field pants were already soaked, and they pressed heavily on his body, dripping continuously.

"Before we set off, we have to find a way to release the effect of the ability from this circle. Apart from anything else, my replacement clothes are still in the ability." She patted the thin red ring on her wrist and pointed towards Posey Mia asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Wait," the latter raised his head, "go? Where to go? Can't we just wait here?"

"Doctor Cat is still in the doomsday world over the highway!"

Once Hu Miaomiao is not around, its power effect will be greatly reduced. Bohemia did not move, and retorted: "Doctor Cat may be fine alone. Whoever you are with will be unlucky. If you want me to see, we will sit there, maybe two days later. I fumbled back for myself."

Lin Sanjiu turned his head and looked at the puppet master: "Can't you contact him?"

"can not."

"But, you are not puppetizing part of it—"

"Lifted."

"Why?" she asked dumbfounded.

"My pleasure."

"That... those two dolls..."

"Dead." The puppeteer rolled his eyes from the shadows, "I can't get in touch."

"It's really dangerous over the highway!" Bohemia took a breath, "Even the adults' dolls have been met by accident."

The puppeteer accepted this kind of euphemistic flattery without changing his face. However, his next sentence caused Bohemia's mouth to suddenly fall off: "Let’s rest on the spot tonight, and if the cat doesn’t come back tomorrow night, we will cross the road."

Lin Sanjiu never dreamed that he said it because he considered her; she swept the lower abdomen under the puppeteer’s leather jacket from the corner of her eye, and she understood a little bit—his previous injury was so severe that it would not be possible within a short period of time. It's all well, he may still be in a state where he needs a doctor to be on his side, right?

"It just so happens that I can also study these two thin circles." She said as she sat down cross-legged, her wet pants clinging to her skin coldly, but she hardly noticed.

Because at this time, Teacher Yi was whispering in her mind: "...The person who was with Gong Daoyi just now, should it be Mather?"

(End of this chapter)