Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1798

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Now is the time of the day when the sun is strongest. The earth was covered with deep cracks after the cracks, the dust and yellow sand filled the venomous heat, and it was difficult to breathe, making people feel as if they were about to suffocate in the next second.

At this time, the surviving people usually find some shady places to sleep, instead of like now, twenty or thirty people sitting in the sun around a white tent, enduring the torture of the high temperature.

Although everyone was sweating and looked terribly uncomfortable, no one stood up and left without knowing why—everyone sat on the spot honestly, glancing at the direction of the tent from time to time.

This one-person tent is made of thermal insulation fabric. If you sit in it, it must be very cool.

At this time the entrance of the tent was tightly closed.

"This guy really puts on airs, I'm almost dying of heat."

From the thigh of a gentle-looking young man, a low curse suddenly came—the young man hurriedly held down the talking thing, exposing a pair of gray gloves that were obviously changed from socks in his hands, and whispered, "Don’t Make trouble! If we let them hear, we will be out of the picture."

Squeezing a rabbit's head from his palm, a brown-haired rabbit with a small pink carrot on its fur, slapped his mouth with dissatisfaction.

"Damn, it's just a broken ability, still doing such a domineering blessing..." it murmured.

In fact, Hu Changzai felt the same way too—but unlike the wayward rabbit, he still sat upright.

After waiting for a while under the scorching sun, there was finally movement from the quiet tent. The sound of some rustling clothes became heavier as people's gasps became louder—the people sitting outside the tent, there was a little commotion, and then everyone seemed to have heard nothing, and bowed their heads again.

In about ten minutes, the door of the tent was opened, and a woman with a flushed face came out.

She pulled the zipper of the short skirt with one hand behind her back, and only when one foot stepped out, someone said in due course: "Miss Meihuan, did Mr. A wake up from a nap?"

The woman called Meihuan glanced at the speaker with watery eyes: "Mr. A has just gotten up and is a little thirsty. If anyone can provide Mr. A with some fresh fruit, he can come in and get a visa."

As soon as her voice fell, twenty or thirty people, including Hu Changzai, couldn't help being a little stupid.

If you put it in the past, fresh fruit is nothing, but in the **** of extreme temperature—

"Miss Meihuan, you also know that fruit can't be preserved. Can you see juice? I have several flavors here." A middle-aged man asked hurriedly.

Juice is already the best situation, other people are at best some mineral water, so no one speaks for a while. Meihuan turned around and went into the tent noncommittal. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "The one with juice, come in!"

The middle-aged man entered with a smile on his face—yes, the visa officer surnamed Ah costs a lot of money for each visa, and he has indeed earned a few bottles of juice for a visa.

"I don't know what request he will make of us in a while." Hu Changzai sighed with concern, "We can still get some special items on us."

While speaking, Mei Huan just walked up to him, with a small notebook in her hand, and raised her chin at him: "Hey, you, how many visas do you want to apply for?"

"Oh, I, I'm not here to apply for a visa, I'm here to check the names of two people to see if they have issued a visa..."

"Check people?" Mei Huan's pen paused and looked at him a few times: "That's valuable. What's the name?"

Hu Chang was busy responding: "One is called Lin Sanjiu, and the other is called Hai Tianqing... Yes, the wine that drinks, the sea of ​​the sea."

Lin Sanjiu's blow really made people fly to the horizon. After Hu Changzai got up from the ground, he walked for a long time and found that he was already in a neighboring province. It was also because he was lucky that he was beaten so far, and he soon met the rabbit again.

But then, no matter how one person and one rabbit look for it, there is no trace of Lin Hai and two of them.

Just when they really couldn't help it, they happened to hear that a visa officer from the outside world came near here-thinking that Lin Sanjiu might come to the visa officer, he also came with a little hope.

After registering for a lap, Mei Huan returned to the tent and passed by the middle-aged man who walked out; however, the latter's face was not very good. Someone immediately asked: "What's wrong? Didn't get a visa?"

"Got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand, in low interest. "I sent out three boxes of juice, but only got one visa to the B-class world."

The young man took a sigh of relief immediately: "Oh, Grade B! That's a bit dangerous. Why don't you send it randomly...Where did you want to go?"

"Then need to say, of course it is the central twelve realms!" The middle-aged man stopped saying much, only sighed and left.

Hu Changzai listened to the cloud in the mist, listening to the middle-aged man’s footsteps going away, he stopped the speaking person and asked in a low voice: "For the visa officer, which world visa is given? Is there a difference? Why didn't you give the visa that he wanted just now?"

The man had long hair. After hearing this, he glanced at him and sneered: "The first time?"

He nodded.

The long-haired young man said "No wonder" and stopped talking, just playing with the two glass **** in his hands. Hu Chang waited for a while, seeing that he still didn't mean to continue, he was a little anxious, and was about to ask. He only heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who had just gone.

Hu Changzai raised his head and glanced at it. The little figure of the middle-aged man was standing at the end of the street, seeming to be raising his head and looking into the distance—then his cry was sent back to the tent near the tent: "Puppet Master !"

Hu Changzai's heartbeat stopped abruptly.

"Puppeteer, is it really him?"

"Why is he here?"

"I X, shall we avoid it first..."

Immediately afterwards, everyone around him stood up one after another, whispering and an uneasy atmosphere instantly permeated everyone.

The distance of a street is really not that far-the whisper has not yet fallen, and the person who wants to avoid has not had time to take a step, the appearance of the puppeteer has clearly appeared in everyone's field of vision; it seems that he hasn't made much progress. He was already standing in front of the tent.

Compared to when he was at the dock, the puppeteer did not change much: the same strange outfit and pale skin, except that the gold powder around his eyes turned into red powder—the biggest change was the person behind him.

There is no one who looks like a plastic mannequin.

Whether it's the woman in her thirties, the 1.9-meter-old man, or the short girl...everyone's hair, skin, and pores are full of real touch. There was a young man on his face, and he even had a pimples—obviously, they could never be plastic models.

It's just that everyone's eyes are the same, and the joints are stiff during the action; each person's neck is stitched with thick and twisted threads-it looks as if everyone has had an operation on the throat.

The scene quieted down for a moment, and I don't know who it was and swallowed his saliva with a loud voice.

A few people who didn't know the puppeteer were also shocked by this scene. No one spoke or dared to move for a while-the puppeteer was famous for his moodiness, and no one was willing to act rashly.

Meihuan's face was white, and she got out of the tent with a look of bewilderment: "Puppet Master, why are you here..."

"Are you a visa officer?" the puppet master asked with a blank face.

Meihuan glanced at him quietly: "No, Mr. A..."

In the next moment, she was thrown back into the tent heavily by a gust of wind. The tent couldn't stand her strength, and the bracket suddenly fell to the ground.

"It's not that you haven't asked the visa officer to get out of here!"

From the collapsed tent, a sweaty fat man immediately emerged: "Isn't this a puppet master? I am Axianxian. Do you want to apply for a visa?"

The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled eagerly: "Are you going back to the central twelve realms? You make a price, and I will give you..."

For some reason, when facing the puppeteer, he was still thinking about asking for a price.

"Hold on." The puppeteer called out his short legs that he moved back, and said leisurely: "Before the visa is issued, find a name for me."

The fat man wiped his sweat: "You said."

As if sensing something, the puppeteer's gaze patrolled around the venue, frowning, and then slowly spit out a name: "Lin Sanjiu."

Mei Huan, who was tremblingly crawling out of the tent, was stunned, and subconsciously took a sentence: "...drinking wine?"

The puppeteer's sharp gaze immediately focused on her: "Do you know this person?"

"No, no, no, it's...that's the case. Just now someone said that he wanted to check the name..."

She just wanted the puppeteer to look away from her, and quickly stretched out her hand: "He is there, and he brought a rabbit... Huh?"

At the point where she was pointing, a yellow-haired young man hurriedly jumped to the side, revealing an empty space behind.