Doomsday Wonderland

Face?

Accompanied by Yu Yuan's light and heavy breathing, the young face covered with patterned tattoos had his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed. The tattoo lines went down along the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the lips, with a slight ink glow on the smooth texture. Lin Sanjiu looked at his face for a moment, but found nothing strange.

She was just about to raise her head and ask "what's wrong with her face", but then she saw Sibaan's shadow suddenly flickering in the distant mist; followed by a sound of footsteps that was almost inaudible, he disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, where are you going?"

The cry was heard in the distance, but received no response.

She hurriedly looked down at Yu Yuan in her arms, then turned to glance at the direction Mim left. But the thick fog closed the world like a curtain, and she couldn't see where the boy had gone for a while, let alone whether Mim heard Sbaan's shout just now.

Lin Sanjiu hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth, pulled Yu Yuan up and put it on her shoulders, and rushed towards the direction where Sibaan disappeared - no longer struggling to leave, she suddenly felt relaxed. When she was young, her limbs seemed to feel relaxed and relaxed; the closer she got to the bottom of the slope, the lighter her steps became.

She held the flashlight in her mouth, holding Yu Yuan's arm hanging from her shoulder with one hand, leaving her right hand free to deal with any eventuality. There were more and more people lying on the ground, but most of them were pulled up and lying on top of each other. It looked like they had all been moved by Sbaan. In the hazy mist, she saw several people's faces lowered, and she could only vaguely see the shadow of some facial features, but she couldn't see anything weird that needed to be careful.

"Sba'an!" She called in a low voice and listened carefully, but did not hear a response.

She placed Yu Yuan next to the group of people leaning on each other, leaned on the backs of others, and came to a person who was sitting with his arms stretched straight forward, kneeling and pressing his face to the ground.

Sibaan did not touch this person. In fact, with this person as the dividing line, no one was pulled up. There are only mushroom-like umbrella-like backs, gradually spreading out in the mist.

Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment, then forced herself to reach out with trembling hands and hold the man's collar.

She pulled the man up with all her strength.

Before the opponent's arms swung down and his face was revealed, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the mist - she hurriedly took a few steps back. At this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that something was really wrong with her.

She was not afraid at all.

No matter how far we have evolved, fear, as one of the means of human survival, has never disappeared from evolved people. but now--

Lin Sanjiu stood there, watching the face break through the fog, getting clearer and closer in mid-air, but her feet did not move; it was indeed a face, because when she When she took a quick glance, she found that the man she had pulled up was still in her hands with his head bowed motionless. As soon as she let go, he fell to the ground again with a grunt.

When she turned her gaze back, the shadow of the human face had already covered her vision.

On that face, one side of the eye socket under the eyebrow still had a slippery eyeball, and the other side was dark and empty; the nose lacked support, and only the piece of skin swayed softly in the air, and the bottom slowly The ground opened its mouth.

"Don't touch the people I haven't touched," Siba'an's voice suddenly sounded from nowhere. It was obviously very low, but it was as if it was close at hand, and people could even hear the breathing clearly: "If If you touch them and see them, you must resist...resist!"

It's just that he said this too late. Lin Sanjiu felt a chill in her heart and was about to force herself to move when the face suddenly pressed against hers - her eyeballs were squeezed between the two faces as soon as they were touched by her forehead. As she went down, the wet and cool fishy smell suddenly filled her sense of smell; the moment a purple-black tongue stretched out from the mouth and touched her cheek, she caught the sudden light up on her face with her peripheral vision. A piece of white light.

Teacher Yi activated it in time and enveloped her whole body.

Lin Sanjiu was so tightly wrapped by this human face that she couldn't see anything for a moment. She could only vaguely feel that something was licking her, as if it was trying to get in one by one. She stood dumbly for several seconds, and finally mobilized her body; she found a small knife from the card library, and with barely holding back her trembling hands, she pried up one side of the face bit by bit.

When she finally took off the face, she felt like she had never had such a hard time.

The face fell to the ground with a "click"; in a quick glance, she vaguely caught the shadows of several purple-black "tongues" that immediately retracted behind the two lips as soon as they touched the ground. Lin Sanjiu gasped and used the tip of the knife to push away the two flesh-like lips. However, except for a little connected pink oral soft tissue, she only saw the gray and barren ground through her mouth.

The man she had dragged up had his head lowered and fell next to her face.

Lin Sanjiu stretched out a foot and kicked him over - something crashed, and gray dust suddenly fell from under his hair all over the floor; as soon as her eyes fell on it, even though she was still distraught, I knew I was nervous and scared, but I couldn't help but feel sick in my stomach. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

After the skin separated from his face, his facial bones somehow became dry and brittle. When he turned over, they were scattered all over the floor like a broken plaster statue. Behind his facial bones, there was only a hollow blackness; there was no brain, no soft tissue, and no trace of body fluids.

Although there is still a human body below the neck, the place on the neck that was originally the head now looks like half a hollowed-out ball with a wig on it.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the black half of the "ball" and couldn't figure out why she wasn't afraid at all. Even though she clearly guessed that if Teacher Yi hadn't reacted quickly just now, she might have ended up in the same end, but she still felt as if her strings had been loosened and she just couldn't get nervous.

"By the way," she looked at the half-empty human head and came back to her senses: "Sba'an? Where are you?"

Except for the slowly floating mist around her and the backs of people lying on the ground far and near, there was no trace of him anywhere. She glanced around, suddenly bent down, and picked up a paper crane from the ground.

It seemed that this was how he reminded her.

"Where are you?" She whispered to this perhaps the most popular communicator in the apocalyptic world, "I'm going to find you!"

Lin Sanjiu let go of the paper crane and then rushed forward after it. The slope became steeper and steeper, and more and more people were kneeling on the ground; several times she almost accidentally rolled down the slope. She really didn't know how these people managed to stabilize their bodies on such a steep slope.

The further down she ran, the more surprised she became.

They brought out a total of only about a hundred people, which was really not that many compared to this vast bowl-shaped depression. But on the misty land in front of us, one after another's backs are crowded together, hands touching feet.