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Chapter 76 Doll Town (16)

Ignoring the scary laughter behind him, Song Ziyan finally found the main force after escaping from the puppet crowd.

Ahead, Ying was facing away from him, her red dress fluttering.

"Why are you and the others alone?" Song Ziyan ran to Aying's side in one breath and almost failed to lift him up.

Only half of Ying's face is still intact.

The other half of her face was like porcelain cracked with countless fine lines, with wisps of black air floating out from it, and the dark red pupils revealed a ferocious coldness like a beast.

Her dark profile looked cold, and she didn't even look at Song Ziyan.

"We're not in the tower anymore," she said.

Song Ziyan looked up and looked around. The four walls were exactly the same as the previous tower, except that the light above his head was darker.

"How did you tell?" Song Ziyan asked, if that's true, where are you now?
  Ah Ying withdrew the black energy that had dissipated, and the skin on her face had not healed, but at least it was not that scary anymore.

"I explored the path, and the window I came in from just now was gone. It was closed on all sides without any gaps. It was like a black box with stairs."

Song Ziyan was shocked, so he felt suffocated, not only because he was frightened by the doll, but also because the air was not circulating here, which was caused by lack of oxygen!

If he couldn't leave in time, not to mention those weird dolls, he would die here just from lack of oxygen.

He calmed down his excitement and slowed down his breathing.

"Is there no 'door' to leave?" he asked, lighting the flame in his hand and looking for suspicious places.

Aying glanced at him and said angrily: "If I knew, would I still be here?"

She crossed her arms across her chest and crossed her legs carelessly, leaving only the hem of her red skirt dangling in the air.

She is not a human being, and she will be fine if she is trapped here for a while.

But Song Ziyan was different.

The previous group of dolls surrounded them again, densely packed.

Song Ziyan stared at the group of dolls. Once he got used to them, they didn't seem so scary anymore.

"There are more dolls again," he said.

Aying ignored him.

Song Ziyan continued to think to himself: "Since the surroundings here are closed, how did they increase in number? Is it possible that little dolls can still be born?"

"puff!"

Ah Ying suddenly laughed out loud and glanced at him from above, "How can a doll give birth to a little doll if it is a dead thing?"

Her eyes fell on one of the dolls. Their facial features were more vivid than before, and some even had a little more expression.

But no matter how you look at it, the contemptuous and impatient eyes are very similar to Ah Ying's.

She sensed something was wrong, these dolls were imitating them.

Song Ziyan shook his head, "Do you feel a little dizzy?"

His face was a little red, unnaturally red, and he was swaying, as if he was lacking oxygen.

Ah Ying slapped him in the face, and the sharp nails directly drew shallow blood marks on his face, making him suddenly sober.

She licked the blood on her fingertips without wasting a drop. Her already gorgeous appearance made her slow movements alluring.

Song Ziyan's scalp tightened when he saw it.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Ziyan woke up from a dream and felt ashamed of his behavior of staring directly at the other person just now. What is the situation now and what are he thinking about.

He was already dizzy, and he was thinking about something again. He didn't know what he stepped on, and he fell to the ground. His head hit the step and the blood instantly blurred his eyes.

"You're so stupid, you can even throw this." Aying complained, but she had already floated to his side.

Song Ziyan didn't feel angry when he heard the curses in his ears.

I just feel a little aggrieved. At any rate, he has participated in the game twice, and he has obtained props and personal skills each time, so he is not weak, but the people he met this time are much better than him.
  "What is this?" Song Ziyan stood up and touched the object that tripped him just now.

He picked it up cautiously and looked at it.

It is a triangular shaped stone.

"Could it be related to the triangle pattern shown on the map?" he added.

Ah Ying touched the stone in his hand. It was smooth and cold, a bit like a pebble.

She glanced at the ground and found nothing else, and she was deeply confused.

Why is there a stone here, and only this one?

The space they are currently in, viewed from above, is a circular staircase in the middle, sealed on all sides by walls, and countless dolls surround them in the middle.

The triangular stone seems useless, so it can only be hit on the ground and make a sound.

Seeing that Ah Ying had no clue, Song Ziyan squatted on the ground, picked up a stone, and carved characters on the ground. He muttered, "If that doesn't work, try breaking down the wall."

Aying laughed, as if laughing at his naivety.

In the blink of an eye, her expression froze on her face, her eyes stared at a certain place carefully, and her hands slowly pressed against the wall.

"The wall seemed to be twisted just now." She frowned slightly, thinking about how to describe it.

It's not just twisted, it's more like the surface of a plastic bag has been scratched and stretched out of shape.

Song Ziyan stopped moving and leaned over curiously, "Where is it? Really?"

He stared at the direction of Ah Ying's finger with his eyes wide open. His eyes were sore from staring but he didn't notice anything unusual.

Ah Ying looked back at what happened before she saw the abnormality, and it seemed that it happened after Song Ziyan took the stone to carve words.

"Try it for me." She said, taking the stone and using the sharp side of the triangular stone, she drew a long white mark directly on the wall.

Something transparent, like a plastic film, flashed on the black wall.

"I saw it, I saw it too!" Song Ziyan suddenly became excited.

He turned his head and looked at Aying and said: "We are more like being wrapped up by a barrier made of a layer of film!"

It's a pity that the barrier is not broken, maybe they can get out.

He put his ear close to the wall and tried to hear what was going on outside, but he heard nothing.

Ah Ying tried several times in succession, but at most the film was more conspicuous and could not be broken.

Even the dagger in Song Ziyan's hand was useless.

Deadlock again.

Song Ziyan rubbed his forehead helplessly. The wound he had knocked on the step just now seemed to have healed.

There was something wrong with the touch, the scab seemed a little too smooth. He used the blade of the dagger to reflect his face and looked closer.

Song Ziyan was stunned on the spot and felt that the blood in his body instantly went cold.

The wound that was originally broken and bleeding had a pure white surface that was as smooth as a plastic shell.

Like, the skin of the dolls around him.

Even the doll is a bit more refined and lifelike than him, while he looks like a pirated plastic toy figure.

He had an unknown premonition that if he stayed here for a long time, he would turn into a doll like them...

Ah Ying patted him from behind and said, "Why are you just sitting there?"

Song Ziyan stiffened his neck and did not dare to look back, his expressionless face was extremely heavy.

He clutched the wound with his left hand, digging his nails into the edge and tearing hard. Maybe as long as that layer was torn off, everything would be fine...

　My computer is broken. I went to the store today and was told that I need custom parts. I can only wait for home repair. I don’t know how many days it will take...

　　My head hurts, ugh(:3_ヽ)_
  　　
  　
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