Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 1892 This Chapter Number Is Really Auspicious

The puppeteer has been soaking in the thick, green and dirty lake for so long... How does he breathe? Is he still awake?

When Lin Sanjiu thought of the green lake water that had soaked countless corpses into corpse soup, it would flow into the puppeteer’s nose, throat, and lungs. He might even turn him into a corpse. It was so uncomfortable that the skin all over his body looked like I turned it over and exerted a lot of effort, only to resist not rushing up immediately.

After all, what can she do if she rushes up?

In the doomsday world, she has all the abilities and combat power, and she can't pose a threat to the instance, let alone now?

No matter how anxious, she can only believe in the puppeteer's ability for a while, and believe that he is still alive-even if there is no basis.

When Lin Sanjiu hesitated and wondered how to save the puppeteer in his heart, the swollen giant who could not distinguish between men and women also slowly stopped and looked around.

She opened her vesicle-like eyelids, and her two eyeballs bulged into the air roundly and swelling in anger.

Lin Sanjiu could feel that the pair of boiled eggs that seemed about to be exploded by gas, swept over from a distance, and made two circles in her direction; she quickly turned away from under the sheets and regained her steps. , Pretending to walk forward slowly.

Of course, the "duplicate" has all kinds of strange shapes. The swollen giant obviously didn't suspicious of the person in the distance who was wearing a white sheet and pretending to be a ghost. , But how she sees it, how does she feel that the inflated giant looks like she is picking real estate.

He really came here to "stay", right?

After watching twice, the swelling giant nodded slightly, as if he was finally satisfied.

Almost at the same time, Lin Sanjiu was excited, knowing what he was going to do, and quickly turned around and ran back.

When the truck driver said that the swelling giant was looking for a place to stay, the sentence sounded ordinary, and it almost slipped past the edge of her mind; until she remembered the reaction of the red T-shirt, the grove, and the truck driver staying in Lin Sanjiu finally had a glimpse of the truck on the side of the road and put the pieces together.

Assuming that yawning is the first reaction when the red T-shirt becomes suspicious, then it is clear what words she has made him suspicious: first, when will the forum begin; second, the forum Where is the meeting place.

The eyes of these two sentences called red T-shirts were muffled by tears, which completely exposed the fact that Lin Sanjiu was not a copy.

why?

The answer is clearly in front of my eyes: because there is no small town at all.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu looked up at the building closest to her as he ran.

A dim and dejected amusement arcade with power outage, sitting on the edge of a dirt road a hundred meters away, sprinkling broken musical notes into the wind intermittently and vaguely, as if someone saw it and imagined it. Sound the same.

…Of course it cannot be built by someone.

Whether it’s the arcade, the woods, or the truck; Lin Sanjiu now finally understands that every building she has passed by, everything she saw in the "town" is actually a copy." Shell".

If it is an inappropriate analogy, these dungeons are like hermit crabs, and the dungeon site is their shells; they can appear alone in the form of "crabs", or they can appear together with "shells" dragged.

And dozens of nearly a hundred copies of various forms, all gathered nearby under the call of the "symposium."

Just like the swollen giants at this moment, after they found a place to stay, they also took out the buildings, travel agencies, farms, etc. "shells"; all kinds of copies in the doomsday world were taken out and put together. After that, this "small town" was formed.

If Lin Sanjiu hadn't met the red T-shirt halfway down the road, I'm afraid she would have seen that motel in the "small town".

Once you figured this out, it became obvious where the Lake Tour instance would find a place to stay.

Unlike other instances, the main body of the Lake Tour dungeon is a corner of the park, which occupies a large area; when the Lake Tour dungeon is ready to "settle", he must go to the open space outside the town-which is why she thought about it, He immediately walked around the outer edge of the town for most of the reason.

Lin Sanjiu threw back a few times from her shoulder, and she didn't know how many times it was when she saw the park in the copy of the lake again.

The artificial green forest was lifted up by the shore of the lake, forming a green shadow on the shore. A group of lifeless old cruise ships gathered on the edge of the wooden table. The swan necks and frog heads were constantly undulating in the silence; the wounds of the earth broke open, opening a large thick lake, the color was so dark as if there was a floating in the water. Laminar mucosa.

If it hadn't been for Lin Sanjiu's quick reaction just now, she would have fallen into the lake at this time; she stopped anxiously, looked back and took a closer look, but was stunned.

…It turns out that only the "shell" appears alone, but the "crab" is gone.

She squinted her eyes and searched for a few times without seeing the shadow of the swelling giant anywhere—not to mention the puppeteer who was trapped in the lake by him.

"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple," Lin Sanjiu cursed in a low voice, hesitating for a few seconds, and walked slowly towards Youhu Duplicate Park step by step.

It should... shouldn't trigger, right?

Without knowing it, she went through the dungeon shell many times without knowing it, and nothing happened. This time...maybe no exception?

Before he was about to set foot on the unmaintained meadow full of wildflowers and weeds, Lin Sanjiu stopped.

The appearance of a copy of the lake has changed the original terrain; on a flat barren land just now, there are undulations on the lakeshore—looking down from where she is standing, it happens to be able to see a large part of the green lake in the distance.

...And the faint black shadows of the lacquered man under the green lake.

His hair spread out, floating like water plants, his body seemed to lose its strength, deformed in the refraction of water waves, soft as if there was no vitality.

Lin Sanjiu had never seen such a puppeteer.

The bed sheet was held in her hand and torn in half crookedly, shaking with ripples.

Since the copy treats her as an old friend from another country, what else is she afraid of?

Just as Lin Sanjiu threw the sheets and was about to rush down and jump into the lake, she did not expect that she was held on her shoulder by someone—this shock was indeed no small thing, even she was asleep. Both his abilities and combat power awakened partly with a shock, and when he changed his hands, he reflexively counterattacked him with a punch.

"and many more!"

The voice of the red T-shirt suddenly rang from behind him—he raised his hands, took a few steps in a hurry, lowered his voice and said to Lin Sanjiu who turned around: "It's me, I have no harm to you! Don't go down. If you go down, you may not be able to go up again."

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