Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 102: On the ground at this time

Now is the time of day when the sun is the strongest. There were deep cracks and cracks everywhere on the ground. The dust and yellow sand were spreading in the venomous heat, making it difficult to breathe. It made people feel as if they were going to suffocate to death 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 around a white tent in the sun, enduring the torture of high temperature.

Although everyone was sweating and looked extremely uncomfortable, for some reason no one stood up and left - everyone just sat there and glanced in the direction of the tent from time to time.

This one-person-high tent is made of thermal insulation fabric. It will be very cool if you sit in it.

The entrance to the tent was tightly closed at this time.

"This guy is really good at putting on airs, I'm almost dying of heat..."

Suddenly, a low curse came from next to the thigh of a gentle-looking young man. The young man quickly pressed down the thing he was talking about, revealing a pair of gray gloves that were obviously made of socks. , scolded softly: "Don't make trouble! If we let them hear it, we will be in trouble."

Under his palm, a brown rabbit with small pink carrots painted on its fur stretched out dissatisfiedly.

"Damn it, you just have a bad ability, and you are so domineering..." It still muttered this sentence.

In fact, Hu Changzai feels the same way - but unlike the wayward rabbit, he has great self-control and still sits upright.

After waiting under the scorching sun for a while, there was suddenly some movement in the quiet tent. At first, it seemed that there were just some rustling sounds of clothing, but as the people's breathing became heavier and heavier, soon, the fabric of the tent could no longer cover up the sound of the woman humming - sitting outside the tent. People made a little commotion, and then everyone seemed to have heard nothing and lowered their heads.

After the male and female voices turned into excited shouts at the same time, about ten minutes later, the tent door was opened, and a flushed, **** woman came out.

She was holding the zipper of her skirt behind her back with one hand, and as soon as she took one foot out, someone said at the right time: "Miss Meihuan, has Mr. Ah woke up from his nap?"

The woman called Mei Huan glanced at the speaker with watery eyes and smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. Ah just got up and is a little thirsty. The next person will get a bargain, as long as he gives it to Ah Sir, prepare some fresh fruits and you can come in and get your visa."

As soon as she finished speaking, the twenty or thirty people, including Hu Changzai, couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

In the past, fresh fruit was nothing, but in the extreme temperature hell——

"Miss Meihuan, you know that fruits can't be preserved at all. Can you think of juice? I have several flavors here." A middle-aged man asked hurriedly.

Having juice is the best situation. Others only have some mineral water at best, so no one spoke for a while. Mei Huan snorted, turned around and entered the tent without comment. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "The one with the juice, come in!"

The middle-aged man went in with a happy face - yes, the visa officer surnamed A paid a lot of money for each visa. He could exchange a few bottles of juice for a visa. He really made a profit. .

"I don't know what he will ask of us later." Hu Changzai sighed lowly with worry, "We only have a few special items that we can get our hands on."

While he was talking, Mei Huan walked up to him, holding a small notebook in her hand, and raised her chin at him: "Hey, 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..."

"Search people?" Mei Huan paused with the pen in her hand, rolled her eyes, and looked at him a few times: "Searching people is very valuable! What's your name?"

Hu Changzai responded hurriedly: "One is named Lin Sanjiu, and the other is named Hai Tianqing... Yes, the wine for drinking is the sea of ​​the sea."

It is true that Lin Sanjiu's blow sent people flying to the horizon - when Hu Changzai got up from the ground, he found that everything around him was very strange. After walking for two days, he realized that he was already in a neighboring province. in another city. It was also his luck that he was knocked away so far and met the rabbit again soon.

But then, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any trace of Lin Hai.

Just when they were really helpless, they happened to hear that a visa officer from the outside world had come nearby. The news spread widely, and it reached the ears of Xiaojiu and the others. Maybe they came to see the visa officer?

In this way, one person and one rabbit came with a slim hope.

After completing the registration, Mei Huan lazily returned to the tent. It happened that the middle-aged man who had just entered also stepped out, but his face did not look good. A young man immediately asked in a friendly manner: "What's wrong? Didn't you get the visa?"

"I got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand, not very interested. "I gave away three boxes of juice, but I only got a visa to the B-class world."

The young man immediately took a breath: "Oh, B-level! That's a bit difficult... Where did you want to go?"

"Of course it goes without saying that it's the central twelve realms!" The middle-aged man said nothing more, just sighed and left.

Hu Changzai listened in confusion, hearing the footsteps of the middle-aged man disappearing away. He grabbed the young man and asked in a low voice: "For the visa officer, which world is given? Is there any difference between visas? Why didn’t you give the person just now the visa he wanted?”

The young man had long yellow hair. After hearing this, he glanced at him sideways and laughed: "First time?"

He nodded.

The yellow-haired young man said "No wonder" and stopped talking. He just played with the two glass **** in his hands. Hu Changzai waited patiently for a while. Seeing that he still had no intention of continuing, he felt a little anxious. He was about to ask when he heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who was leaving just now stopped.

Hu Changzai raised his head and glanced. The middle-aged man was standing at the end of the street. His figure was half the size before. He seemed to be looking into the distance with his head raised.

Immediately his screams were heard near the tent: "Puppet Master!"

Hu Changzai's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"The puppet master, is it really him?"

"Why is he here?"

"I x, should we avoid it first..."

Immediately afterwards, everyone around him stood up one after another, and the whispers and uneasy atmosphere instantly infected everyone.

The distance of one street is really not that far - the whispers have not yet fallen, and the people who want to avoid have not had time to take steps, the appearance of the puppet master has been clearly imprinted on everyone's retinas. In a second, he was already standing in front of the tent.

Compared with when he was at the dock, the puppet master has not changed much: he still has the same strange clothes and pale skin, but the gold powder around his eyes has turned into red powder. The biggest change was the people following him.

There is no one who looks like a plastic mannequin.

Whether it is the woman in her thirties, the 1.9-meter tall man, or the short girl... everyone's hair, skin, and pores are full of lifelike reality. One young man even had a pimple on his face - obviously, they couldn't be plastic models.

However, everyone’s eyes were equally empty and their movements were stiff. Other than that, the only thing they probably had in common was the stitches on their necks - it looked like each had had surgery on their throat.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and someone swallowed loudly.

A few people who didn't know the puppet master were also shocked by this scene. For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move - the puppet master was famous for being moody, and no one was willing to act rashly to make him unhappy.

Mei Huan came out of the tent with a pale face and a somewhat confused expression: "Master Puppet Master, why are you here..."

"Are you a visa officer?" the puppeteer asked with a wooden face.

Mei Huan glanced at him quietly and tightened her arms, making the groove on her chest appear deeper: "No, Mr. Ah is just..."

The next moment, she was thrown heavily back into the tent by a gust of wind. The tent could not withstand the force, and the supports suddenly fell over.

"Why don't you tell the visa officer to get out of here!"

A sweaty fat man emerged from the collapsed tent: "Hello, Mr. Puppet Master... I am A Xianxian, it is an honor to meet you... I was rude just now, do you want to issue a visa?"

The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled enthusiastically: "Are you going back to the central twelve realms? I will give it to you right now..."

"Wait a minute." The puppet master called out and stopped his short legs from moving back~IndoMTL.com~ and said leisurely: "Before you issue a visa, please find a name for me first."

The fat man wiped his sweat: "You say it, you say it."

As if sensing something, the puppet master's eyes roamed around the field, frowned his eyebrows, and then slowly uttered a name: "Lin Sanjiu."

Mei Huan, who was tremblingly crawling out of the tent, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously answered: "...Drinking wine?"

The puppet master's sharp gaze, which reminded people of a jackal, immediately focused on her: "Do you know this person?"

"No, no, no, it's... it's like this. There was someone just now who wanted to check this name..."

Now she just wanted the puppet master to look away from her, and quickly pointed out: "He is right there, and he brought a rabbit with him... Huh?"

Where she pointed, a young man with yellow hair hurriedly jumped to the side, revealing an empty place behind. r1152

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