Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2027 There are not many

Strangely, after meeting Jotans and his mentor, every wall and every control panel that Lin Sanjiu encountered, as expected, knew that he was wrong and could correct it, and it opened up for them, connecting them into a path.

"Just press these buttons?"

Once, when she encountered a wall blocking the way, she herself did not know why, so she asked Jotans to teach her to operate the control panel, and sure enough, the wall she had selected was opened; Jiu suddenly realized that she had never tried it herself - at least, not before Yu Yuan's operation.

Yu Yuan has been silently following behind several people. Lin Sanjiu looked back several times, and he always had the same mask-like expression, as if he wasn't particularly happy about meeting Jordans and his mentor again, but he wasn't unhappy either; every time she looked back, she would bump into Yu Yuan's eyes, then he nodded slightly.

With Jotense's guidance, everyone quickly found the cockpit; when they strode to the cockpit, a group of people just ran out from the opposite aisle - the goddess took the lead, and her face turned pale. Zhang tomato peeled, her hair scarf was long ago lost, her long hair floated in the air like a wicker; she still held a light Yuan Xiangxi in one hand like a balloon, and every time he landed on the ground, he had to Was dragged out for a while.

Rather than saying that Yuan Xiangxi was running for his life, it would be better to say that he came to accompany him: he was dragged and rushed under his feet, but his expression was as hazy as if he had just woken up; under the pursuit of the back, he could still find time to go to the spaceship Looking out the window at the scenery. Probably because the accompaniment was a bit boring, so Yuan Xiangxi, who was looking around, was the first to discover Lin Sanjiu.

"Oh, they're here too!" he cheered heartily. "Hey, here we are—"

When he waved his hand, Lin Sanjiu realized that Yuan Xiangxi was holding a phantom body in his hand.

"That's great," she gasped. "Hold down the artist and give me the phantom!"

This sentence had just been blurted out, when I saw the back of the artist behind suddenly hit the ground with a thud, and the easel, barrel, pens, and oil paints slammed and rolled to the ground; Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath. Annoyed, Jotans was the first to recognize the situation and shouted, "Ah, that thing is gone!"

"...what's gone?"

A very calm voice that could almost be misunderstood as a soothing and gentle voice slowly rang from behind everyone.

Everyone stopped for a moment. They only dared to look back and forth at each other and refused to look up, as if nothing would happen if they didn't look.

The painter turned over on the ground, rubbed his forehead, and got up with a face full of fear - completely restored to his original appearance.

"Why hold down the painter?"

The unmistakable voice of the puppet master, accompanied by the friction of leather and the light sound of footsteps, slowly approached. He brushed past Lin Sanjiu, and the fragrant powder, which was colder and richer than usual, gradually expanded in the air, as if the place it smeared would be irreversible and become his domain forever.

She really couldn't figure out why he was so quiet when he came out of the cockpit just now, so many people, but no one noticed - it was more than a ghost.

"If everyone doesn't want to talk," the puppet master stood in the middle of the crowd, looked around, and suggested very considerately, "I can also tear your mouth off for you."

Yuan Xiangxi stepped into the cycle of reincarnation with one foot, the fear in his heart was the least, and he was about to open his mouth to speak, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly said: "That, that, look, isn't Yuan Xiangxi coming back, we very happy…”

She spoke, but the puppet master wouldn't even turn her head - even if a fly flew into the room, the reaction of the harvest was greater than hers.

"That's it," Lin Sanjiu coughed dryly, and gestured with a wink to the other people beside him to stop talking, "Yuan Xiangxi and we all want to come and say hello to you, and then, on the way here, I don't know. Whoever suggested it, we're going to...well, we're going to play hide-and-seek and assign a 'ghost' to chase us, call that thing...the painter was a ghost just now."

The puppet master didn't turn his head, but every pair of eyes of the others were fixed on Lin Sanjiu at this time; relying on himself to stand behind the puppet master, Lin Sanjiu quickly made an expression - can everyone learn from the facial features? Seeing her meaning in the running expression, she didn't know.

The meaning of this is actually very simple: is the ghost scary, or the puppeteer is scary?

Those things that came out of the house on the hill of sighs can also be taken back with the phantom body; what can be used to take away the puppet master?

Although it was inconceivable, her silent message seemed to have gradually penetrated into everyone's minds, and everyone had a bit of recollection - Yuan Xiangxi was not too afraid, and glanced at Lin Sanjiu, but he followed suit. He nodded and said, "I suggested it. It's very fun. The structure of this spaceship is very suitable for games like hide and seek, right?"

The word "right" was said to the puppet master, as if as long as the puppet master nodded, he would warmly invite the other party to play with him.

"Ha." The puppet master's laugh caused the corpse to sweat. He took a slow look around the crowd, still didn't look at Lin Sanjiu at all, and said gloomily, "This is the first time I've seen mass hysteria."

Looking at him, everyone fell into a dead silence.

The teacher's eyes were round, and his face was blank; the goddess clutched her robe tightly and only looked at the floor tiles; Jotense's sweat wet his hair and stuck to his forehead; the painter stood beside Yuan Xiangxi blankly, two Zhang's out-of-state faces radiated radiance to each other.

As for Yu Yuan, Lin Sanjiu couldn't see him, he was standing behind her.

"Well, that, we just thought it was fun..." Lin Sanjiu stammered, "How about you come and try it?"

As she spoke, she winked at Yuan Xiangxi, tilted her head, and waved—everything she could think of was used, and the white-clothed ghost finally came to a realization.

"Yes, it's fun,"

He sighed, the expression on his face was far from the word "fun". He obviously knew what was going to happen to him next, dragged his feet, walked slowly to the puppet master, and said, "I will show you a suitable place to hide. Just grab it..."

When Yuan Xiangxi stretched out his hand to pull the puppet master's sleeve, not a single one of the people present was surprised by the shadow in white that was thrown into the air - not even the painter, but just ran a few steps to the side. Let Yuan Xiangxi wipe him and fly out.

Just as the puppet master took a step forward, the gloomy anger was as clear as a gathering of dark clouds, Lin Sanjiu suddenly turned around and grabbed Yu Yuan's arm. The puppet master pushed behind him.

It was impossible for Yu Yuan to bump into the puppet master, not because of how good he was—it was because there was a black-haired head standing close to the puppet master.

No one saw when the thing appeared; it appears that not even the puppeteer was aware of its existence.

Lin Sanjiu knew very well that he couldn't let him turn around and see the "back of his head". Otherwise, in terms of the puppet master's combat power and the abundance of special items, I'm afraid everything will go bad... She only has a vague sense of how bad it is. But aren't those things trying to get close to people? She can send someone - even someone who has become very suspicious - right?

However, unexpectedly, Yu Yuan did not hit the back of the black-haired head as smoothly as she thought.

He twisted his body in a hurry, wiped past the back of the thing, and staggered to a halt; when the puppet master suddenly backed away and turned around, all he saw was Yu Yuan and Lin Sanjiu. That thing is long gone.

The puppet master's eyes were fixed on Lin Sanjiu, and there was no sound for several seconds.

Immediately, he slowly moved his eyes to Yu Yuan.

"...I opened the phantom body, which is the thing in Yuan Xiangxi's hand," Yu Yuan said in a deep voice, "the only way to let him out."

Oops, Lin Sanjiu scolded secretly. She should have thought long ago that if someone doesn't cooperate, it must be Yu Yuan; the most urgent thing is how to get him back to normal, instead of involving the puppet master - maybe it's too late? What should she do to make those things stop paying attention to the puppeteer?

When she was thinking desperately, Yu Yuan had already offered her out with a simple sentence: "At the same time, there are some spiritual things that came out of the phantom body that tried to swallow the living."

"This is the background of our game..." Lin Sanjiu also knew that this excuse was too pale.

Yu Yuan glanced at her, and then his eyes circled around the crowd again, unable to say what he looked like.

What he said next was incomprehensible.

"Have you noticed it too?" Yu Yuan said flatly, "The inconsistency?"

The puppet master didn't make a sound.

"The goddess obviously has small curly hair... and now she has long straight hair." Yu Yuan took out the lighter and searched again, but couldn't find any cigarettes. "There is thick black hair growing on Jotense's head.

"The teacher's hair has not changed, but the changes in Jotans and the goddess seem to be invisible. The painter... For the humanoid object of the painter, the most essential and important thing fell to the ground, but he glanced at him. I didn't even look at them, and I didn't even pick them up."

Both of them turned their heads towards Lin Sanjiu.

Yu Yuan's next sentence hit her internal organs like a rock - "When did Lin Sanjiu turn blond?"

The puppet master's eyes returned to Yu Yuan, and he said coldly, "Then it's just you?"

"No," Yu Yuan put the lighter back in and said, "I'm also caught. There are six supernatural beings in total, and there were exactly six of us present at the time."

Strange that although I wrote it late today, I was neither tired nor sleepy, but rather excited...