Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1520: Luring the enemy with oneself

The original text in the text library is divided into two types.

The first type is specifically used to create games, and can only be used to create games. They are huge in number and inexhaustible. When written on "paper", they can write whatever they want just like a novelist writes. In some games, people who are absorbed and literalized will become a name in a dictionary. When written down, it will automatically become a complete set - for example, the name "Bai Cong" includes "Male, height 1.75 meters" "Wait for the message, after all, it is a person in itself.

The second type is specifically for game creators.

Words such as "locust", "death" and "cage" they called out are all stored separately in another list together with more similar words; whichever one is needed, just use it. One shouted out. Different from the first type of words, there is a limit to the number of these words that can be called around. Some words even have only one set - if you call out "freedom", others will have less "" The word "freedom".

“Many people don’t understand and think that the words called out can only affect themselves, so why study it? Their understanding of this list is, oh, there are protective words and surveillance words, that’s enough.” Master Zhang shook his head, as if he was sorry, "That's wrong! They still didn't think deeply enough."

Yes, everyone has thought deeply about how the words "power" and "power" can get your turn.

Lin Sanjiu knew that this thought was very disrespectful, and she felt a little uncomfortable when it came up, as if she had blasphemed some image. However, the strange thing was that she felt that Master Zhang was offended, but at the same time she felt uncomfortable. How to really care.

Speaking of which, Yu Yuan once made a judgment that they could not call out "Invincible" and then really become invincible - the basis for his judgment at that time was that in order to prevent the game creators from talking about themselves. Massacre, this positive impact on their own force, must be limited. Looking at it now, it is very likely that there was no such thing as "superior martial arts" in that list.

Thinking of Yu Yuan, Lin Sanjiu felt a little worried.

What was once a comrade has become a member of the opposite camp in the blink of an eye. Even if she cannot mention the enemy as full of hatred as Master Zhang hopes, regret and loss are always inevitable.

While she was distracted, Master Zhang continued to speak, glancing at her as he spoke: "...are you listening?"

"I'm listening, I'm listening."

"What did I just say?"

Lin Sanjiu was silent for a moment, waiting for the teacher's voice to appear. She was not worried that her subconscious would catch Master Zhang's words for her - but after waiting for two seconds, the place where Teacher Yi's voice should come from was empty and silent.

Where is Teacher Yi?

"Why aren't you paying attention at this time?" Master Zhang immediately criticized, "Do you still want to do something? It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it. You can be killed by others when you go out. I tell you-"

Wait a minute, where is Teacher Yi?

"What was the state you were in before you met me? A person was struggling to his death! All alone, no one would know if he died here!"

She...she has a teacher in mind, right?

Lin Sanjiu stared at Master Zhang blankly, listening to the lengthy lecture he was about to give, and slowly becoming suspicious and uncertain in her heart. Yu Yuan is from the enemy camp, so it doesn't count; so, if she had been alone before, Teacher Yi would obviously not exist.

Are her memories of Teacher Yi...actually imaginary?

"I'll repeat it again," Master Zhang's tone drew her attention back, "Our next action plan is closely related to the second text."

Lin Sanjiu felt like she suddenly woke up from a big dream and found that her traveling companion on a wonderful journey did not exist. The reality is limestone, colorless, boring, and heavy. She really wasn't interested in Master Zhang's plan, but she had to pretend to be very positive and nodded.

"They should all be wearing protective clothing now, so if you go out, you can't do anything to them." Master Zhang said thoughtfully, "The reason they didn't wear them before was because after so many months, the weather was calm. We can't attack each other, and we have already formed a false peace. Now that you are here, their sense of crisis must have risen. If they don't see your body, I'm afraid no one will take off their protective words."

"I have a way to turn into a corpse, very lifelike." Lin Sanjiu said immediately. She always felt that this tone did not sound like her own, but it did come from her own mouth - this feeling was like standing up straight after getting up in the morning and finding that her feet were replaced by another person's.

"Oh?"

With just one word from the other party, Lin Sanjiu got busy. She hurriedly took out [The Lover Visited the Funeral Home Today], explained to him how to use it in detail, and even took the initiative to show him several signs of death - although she also vaguely knew that the plan she had contributed to it would probably have nothing to do with her in the end. It doesn't matter, the beneficiary will not be her at all.

Master Zhang was both surprised and satisfied with the effect of this item.

"You have a lot of weird things," he said kindly, "I think this is very good, anyone who sees it will believe it. But there is one thing, even if they see your body, they may not immediately Lift the text protection. It may take a while, but it will be lifted when I take a shower one day... I can't wait that long."

That's true. Lin Sanjiu also frowned, as if she was troubled - because she had no choice not to be troubled. The two of them thought about it in silence for a while. Master Zhang suddenly glanced at the screen that had turned back and said, "Huh?"

"Why are these two people here?" He was a little surprised and turned the screen back to her.

Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat when she saw two black and white figures on the screen walking deep into a corridor, which seemed to be the road leading to Master Zhang's room. Yu Yuan was half a step behind, and Poe turned his head to talk to him as he walked. As they got closer and closer, the voice gradually sounded from the corridor outside the door, as if it was a piece of music that had been taken away and misplaced. Dubbing.

"...My information is reliable. Yes, she entered this room. She seemed to be pretending to be a game creator. I guess she thought you were dead." Poe's voice From blurry to clear, he stopped until he was outside the door, "Huh? This door is open."

In the room, Master Zhang and Lin Sanjiu looked at each other, and they both had no idea.

Yu Yuan obviously came to find her... Lin Sanjiu thought silently in his heart. If only Teacher Yi was still here, she could still discuss it - was that really her imagination?

The door blocked by that small group of consciousness was still slightly open at this time.

Lin Sanjiu turned this idea over carefully in his mind. There are two facts in front of her, one is that she has consciousness; the other is that Teacher Yi does not exist - this is wrong - when she thought of this, her eyes happened to glance at the words behind Master Zhang, as if her brain was hit, and she immediately Relieved again. In fact, there is no contradiction between the two. Who stipulates that having consciousness must mean being a conscious teacher? Master Zhang said that she was alone before. Master Zhang didn’t believe it, so who else would believe it?

Master Zhang did not close the door at that time because he wanted others to think that something had happened in the house, so the owner of the house, that is, himself, did not even have time to close the door. He didn't expect someone to come to the door so quickly, and it was Yu Yuan and Ai Lun Poe who suddenly turned around halfway. They stared in the direction of the door for a while, their faces livid.

"Is it... Edgar Allan Poe?"

As soon as this question came out of Master Zhang's mouth in a thin and weak voice, Lin Sanjiu was startled. She hurriedly looked back and found that he had stood up and was walking behind a wall with two huge words behind him step by step. Every step was taken very carefully, and the soft sound was quickly swallowed up into the carpet. Soon, he hid himself and the giant text behind him behind the second wall, making him invisible from the foyer.

"Hey, you, are you okay?" Poe was startled, "I heard——"

"Yes," Master Zhang said in the same voice as if a weasel was about to expire, "That woman...she..."

As he spoke, he winked at Lin Sanjiu and mouthed a few words slowly: "Hide."

Lin Sanjiu looked around and realized that there was no way to hide, so he simply moved behind the desk and squatted down. The screen was facing away from her, and the fluorescent light lit up with a faint circle of white around the screen. She hesitated for a moment, then silently stretched out her hand and slowly turned it towards herself.

"She's pretending to be the Ninth Game Creator, right," Poe said, hesitating for a moment not to enter the room. "I heard——"

"Yes, luckily I reacted quickly...I passed out and just woke up now~IndoMTL.com~The woman is also gone." Master Zhang said slowly, his voice really sounded like he was injured and trying to hold on. Talking. "Her methods are so powerful, she can actually use my...my..."

"Using you for what?" Poe asked eagerly.

Master Zhang sighed. When he turned his head, Lin Sanjiu had just withdrawn his hand from the computer, and he almost caught him in the act; Master Zhang obviously had poor observation skills and did not notice that the screen rotated again. She only told her with her mouth: "Wait for my signal and attack."

"Come in first and close the door," Master Zhang ordered, "I'm afraid she will try to kill you again."

Edgar Allan Poe immediately responded in a panic. When he pulled Yu Yuan into the house, Master Zhang said weakly: "I don't know what method she used, but... all the protective words on my body tightened all of a sudden, so tight that it seemed like my ribs were broken. I had two of them. My heart was about to explode and I was almost squeezed to death."

Lin Sanjiu understood immediately - but Master Zhang's order had not yet come down, so she had no choice but to continue waiting behind the table without saying a word.

Edgar Allan Poe walked in, looking around at the sound. "Really?"

"I immediately put away the protective text, and I haven't called it out until now." Master Zhang hid behind the second wall and said softly. "If you don't believe it, take a look."

Yes... Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath.

When she was fumbling around on the computer, she discovered that there were two sets of protective text in the second text list. This shows that in addition to losing the master's appearance after the death of the little devil, Master Zhang also took off his protective writing.