Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1129: Palace Road 1 in the screen

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The sudden scream in the distance made Lin Sanjiu and Bohemia jump up in surprise, almost hitting the iron pot of hot water. They were ready for battle in an instant, waiting for the thing that had knocked down the Evolutionary to emerge - but after waiting for a while, the night became silent, the cicadas chirped gradually faded, and the moonlight still floated undisturbed on the dark road. , there is nothing strange anywhere.

The only sound was the muffled sound of a human body hitting the ground, accompanied by the sound of blood splashing on the road, so slight that people thought it was their own imagination.

Afterwards, the voice of the evolver was no longer heard.

"What happened to that man...?" Bohemia asked in surprise and confusion.

The corner of her eyes turned away from the puppet master, and then quickly back away. The only person who can kill the evolved person from far away without making a sound is the puppet master; however, he really has no reason to do this - and after the person died, he did not stand up and become a human. I.

The puppeteer didn't seem to care at all why the evolver suddenly died tragically. He just looked at the iron pot, frowned slightly, and questioned the big witch in his mind: "... Could it be that 'from the big to the small' 'Not something, but a dynamic process?"

Both of them fell silent, although they could not hear the great miko's response.

The puppet master listened for a while without making a sound, and then nodded imperceptibly - the two looked at each other with a layer of doubt. The great witch's ability is indeed extraordinary. She can even capture the "dynamic process" of someone running past and turn it into one of the ingredients for the soup; but then again, since what the great witch wants is just a dynamic process , then the person who killed the evolver is not the puppet master.

The puppeteer had no interest in how the man died; to him, nothing in the world was more important than the pot in front of him. He raised his chin slightly and rewarded Lin Sanjiu with five more words: "It's your turn now."

Sitting in hot water for a while is not a big deal; just one person sitting in the pot and two people standing outside the pot, as if the pork for dinner suddenly became conscious. No embarrassment or embarrassment. Seeing that the mud on his boots and trousers had muddied the water, Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppet master: "Is that okay?"

The puppet master closed his eyes and said nothing, but waved to Bohemia.

"She needs to use a channel to display her abilities, but my mental stability is not enough." His face was plain and his tone was ordinary, but it frightened Bohemia: "... Come and help. Handle."

"That's it,"

Teacher Yi suddenly sighed in Lin Sanjiu’s mind: “No wonder he has no consciousness. Just like a madman cannot find consciousness, if his spiritual world is always on thin ice and will collapse at any time, then Naturally, consciousness cannot be developed."

Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips, not showing any signs of strangeness on her face.

Bohemia lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, and her consciousness roared around her body. She stood for a while in the sound of the wind, then suddenly took a few steps and reached into the hot water pot to grope. Get up; as the pork was cooking in the pot, Lin Sanjiu hurriedly moved a little away and watched as she picked up a roll of wet paper from the bottom of the pot.

This roll of paper was obviously not put in by them, so there was only one possibility - "Did the great witch succeed?" Lin Sanjiu hurriedly put her head in and asked: "Is this what she... cooked?"

"Spread it flat!" the puppeteer ordered.

Bohemia reached out and wiped the water, unfolded the paper, revealing a blank piece of paper without text. It was taken out of the water pot, and the edges were soaked with water. The dark black water traces were like earthworms, crawling down the paper texture, slowly moistening and interlacing, forming three Word: "Gongdao Yi".

Under the moonlight, several pairs of eyes focused on this name. The night was deathly silent, and only the occasional sound of wind and the occasional splash of water made people feel that the scroll was real and not a dream.

As the names appeared and disappeared, pictures gradually appeared on the paper. Under the daylight, the picture is in the bustling crowd, passing through various heads, and slowly approaching a man wearing a black top hat - at this time, he raised his hand, took off the top hat with his hand He came down, revealing a neat head of black hair combed back.

It is indeed Gong Daoyi; from the crowd in the background, we can only guess that he is probably in one of the twelve realms, but it is difficult to determine which one.

Gong Dao turned his head, and a smile appeared on his soft and beautiful side face, as if he was talking to someone next to him. Unfortunately, the paper roll could not convey the sound, and his lips could not be read from this angle. .

Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to look up and see the puppet master's expression at this moment.

Under the gaze of the three people, Gong Daoyi on the paper suddenly seemed to notice something. His expression was shocked, and he immediately turned around and glanced around the picture. When he stopped, his eyes met the painting. The other three collided.

"Why is he looking at us?" Bohemia was startled: "Is it a coincidence?"

As if he heard these words, Gong Daoyi tilted his head thoughtfully and gave a thin smile. He reached into his arms, took out something and looked at it, then turned around and asked the people around him to continue walking forward with him until the scene disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the scroll and remained silent for a long time.

"What's going on?" Bohemia saw that the paper scroll had become blank again, and she rushed over and patted it, as if it was an old TV set that should be retired: "Will he come to this world like this? ?"

No one could answer her—it wasn't until several minutes after the scroll went blank that the puppeteer finally spoke hoarsely.

"...was discovered by him?" Each word seemed to be more gloomy than the last one. Of course, this sentence was not addressed to Xiang and Lin Sanjiu; after waiting for a few seconds in the ensuing silence, he sneered lowly: "It's best this way."

"What did the great witch say?" Lin Sanjiu hesitated and asked as calmly as possible.

The puppet master paused - she didn't expect him to answer her, but he thought for a while and then spoke: "She said that although he was aware of our gaze, he may not be able to understand it. Go with the next 'temptation' thought."

"Seduction?"

"Through this piece of paper," the puppeteer said while twisting the paper roll with his fingertips and shaking it gently: "The sight cast on him will become a connection. This This kind of connection, according to the great witch, is like a rope that is slowly being retracted. It will lure him to me without him realizing it. Because you have also seen the picture, he may also be lured to me. You two, so until he shows up, you two had better not want to go anywhere."

Bohemia burped, as if her trachea was stuck.

In other words, it will take a while before Gong Daoyi comes to this world. Fortunately, there is more than one doomsday in this world. Even if the flood disrupts the transmission rules, they will still have a way to stay as long as possible. .

Lin Sanjiu breathed out secretly. The later Gong Daichi comes, the better. Maybe she can figure out a way before he appears - she vaguely feels that she needs to save the puppet master from himself.

And... the scene just now came to her mind again. She shook her head to stop herself from thinking further. Even if it is as she expected, all she can do now is wait for Gong Daoyi with the puppet master...

"Why are you still standing there?" Bohemia poked her and urged: "Do you have feelings for this pot?"

Pork then remembered that he was still soaking in the pot - Lin Sanjiu quickly climbed out of the pot. His field pants were already soaked and clung heavily to his body, dripping water.

"Before we set off, we have to find a way to release the effect of the ability from this circle. Among other things, my changing clothes are still in the ability." She patted the thin red ring on her wrist. Asked Bohemia: "Do you have any ideas?"

"Wait," the latter raised his head~IndoMTL.com~Let's go? where to? Can't we just wait here? ”

"Doctor Cat is still in the apocalyptic world over the road!"

Once Hu Miaomiao is no longer around, its power and effect will be greatly reduced. Bohemia remained unmoved and retorted: "Doctor Cat might be fine by himself, but whoever you follow will be in trouble. Let me see, let's just sit where we are. Maybe in two days he will be fine." I just figured it out on my own."

Lin Sanjiu turned to look at the puppet master: "Can't you contact it?"

"Can't."

"But, don't you make a part of it into a puppet——"

"Resolved."

"Why?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm happy to."

"Then...those two dolls..."

"Dead." The puppet master rolled his eyes from the shadows, "Can't contact him."

"It's really dangerous over there on the highway!" Bohemia took a breath, "Even the adults' puppets were in trouble."

The puppet master accepted this kind of euphemistic flattery without changing his expression. However, his next sentence made Bohemia's mouth drop immediately: "Rest where you are tonight. If the cat doesn't come back tomorrow night, we will cross the highway."

Lin Sanjiu would never in her wildest dreams think that he said this because he was thinking about her; she glanced at the puppet master's belly under the leather jacket with the corner of her eyes, and understood a little bit - his previous injuries were so serious, it was impossible He was completely healed in a short period of time, but he might still be in a state where he needs a doctor by his side, right?

"Just right, I can also study these two thin circles." She said as she sat down cross-legged. The wet pants were cold against her skin, but she almost didn't notice them.

Because at this time, Teacher Yi was whispering in her mind: "...The person who was following Gong Daoyi just now should be Mather, right?"