Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2127: How many more years can Qingjiu Liu survive?

[Disease] turned out to be a small cloud of dark, grainy smoke.

Even though it was wrapped in a layer of honey-colored amber, the thick fog was still floating up and down very slowly; Lin Sanjiu just stared at it a few more times, and a large cloud of smoke suddenly emerged from the amber. She rushed out, and the dark, dirty gray instantly occupied her field of vision. It was like a flood that was about to swallow up her mind. With a start, she immediately tore her eyes away, blinked hard, and her field of vision was restored again. Back to normal.

Nothing is happening around here.

...The dark cloud that engulfed the [Medical System] world model was indeed the [Disease].

As for why it took effect from the puppet master, it was a question that she didn't have time to consider right now.

"Hurry..." Pina clutched her chest with one hand, her face turned purple again, "How, how to use it?"

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes and focused all the energy she could muster on the [Flat World] - [Disease] was different from ordinary special items. No matter what method Pina used just now, After trying it several times, it kept rolling up and down heavily in the amber. Not to mention it was not effective at all. If not careful, it seemed to swallow up the consciousness of the person holding it.

Even the implication of those pigs seems to be able to activate it, so why can’t Pina?

When Yu Yuan suddenly spoke, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but be surprised - after he was silent for a while, she thought Yu Yuan's mind had gradually drifted away.

"Give it to her..." Yu Yuan murmured, lowering his face and not looking at anyone. The muscles all over his body were so tight that he was even trembling involuntarily; it seemed as if he was not sitting among several companions, but in a circle of demons feeding on him. He suppressed the real fear and said: "Card..."

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Two minutes after Pina crawled over with difficulty and put the [Disease] into Lin Sanjiu’s palm, after several trembling and flashing [Disease], it finally turned into a card.

【Disease】

Area-type items can set the range of effect to within the body size of one person, or can be expanded to cover a large area of ​​a medium-sized city.

People within the range of effect of [Disease] will randomly suffer from a disease; it should be noted that after forming an item, [Disease] loses many of its flexibility and details as an ability. Therefore, it is no longer possible to select the severity of the target's illness.

Unlike naturally formed special items, this product is transformed by the ability of the evolver to avoid the risk that the old form of the ability will sometimes gradually disappear after the ability is upgraded.

Because of the special nature of [Disease], it cannot be activated by anyone other than the owner of the ability. There are only two ways to activate it: first, the owner of the ability takes it out and holds it in his hand to exert the effect of the item; second, it interacts with the doomsday factors.

Yes, [illness] was originally an ability... In Lin Sanjiu's mind, which was confused due to his serious illness, a realization that came too late finally arose.

In order to preserve the old form of [Disease Demon], the Puppet Master made it into an object - in this way, its amber form suddenly made sense: [Disease Demon] is just like a Like a bug wrapped in amber, was it forcibly preserved from the passage of time?

After thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu understood two things at the same time.

First, what those pigs wanted turned out to be a way for the puppeteer to extract his evolutionary abilities and make them into special items;

Secondly, after the great witch took away the [Nostradamus Card], she could only look at the [disease] in her hand and was helpless.

Just being in the building where the medical system is located is obviously not enough to activate the [disease]; otherwise, they should feel the change as soon as a few pigs show up...

If you think about it carefully, although the "medical system" itself is a doomsday factor, it is also a formed, stable, and running system, which is different from the doomsday factors like radiation or poisonous gas that roam everywhere in the air. The factors are essentially different; unless under special circumstances, the "medical system" will not react to things other than the target - such as [disease] - and naturally it will not treat [disease] just because the two are in the same room. 】Activated.

Just what to do now?

How come nothing can go smoothly?

Pina also realized that she was in another desperate predicament. She fell to the ground, as if even the last bit of strength supporting her had been lost.

Each of them was dragged to the brink of death by serious illness. It was obvious that the solution to their illness was in their hands, but they had no way to activate it. They could only starve to death holding the bread - what if If the situation wasn't so uncomfortable and dangerous, Lin Sanjiu would have wanted to laugh out loud at the face of fate.

They can't save themselves with [illness], and Yuan Xiangxi - even if the great witch successfully restores Yuan Xiangxi to consciousness, I'm afraid they may not be able to come back.

Yuan Xiangxi probably doesn't know yet, and he can't protect himself: those pigs are targeting the puppet master, and for some reason, the puppet master's aircraft is also included. After finding the black square and using the puppet master to open the aircraft, how could those pigs still be in the way of Yuan Xiangxi and his party and cause trouble in the future?

All Lin Sanjiu could do at this moment was to warn herself over and over not to close her eyes.

"There is nothing we can do..." Pina pressed her face to the floor and whispered softly: "We have no other way..."

In the dead silence when her voice fell, Yu Yuan suddenly said slowly: "...No, no."

He got up and, after a shaky step, walked to the door of the isolation room.

"Who...who is outside?" He held the iron railings of the door with both hands and shouted hoarsely. The voice that was low and weak at the beginning gradually turned into growls and roars; even Lin Sanjiu's syndrome and Pina's gasp seemed to be temporarily repelled by his fear and anger: "Who is outside? Come on, people, we have someone here - someone is dead!"

Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled and she stared at the ceiling, not daring to turn her eyes to see Jiu Liu's direction.

As long as you don't look, there is still a possibility that Yu Yuan is hallucinating.

"Hurry, come quickly..." Yu Yuan didn't know where he could squeeze out the strength, but he slapped the door twice before finally sliding down and sitting down, his eyes turning to the isolation room involuntarily. In an empty corner, he said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't want to be in the same room with her... She turned around, she was about to see us... Someone died, it's me, it must be me Dead..."

Is it really his hallucination?

Before Lin Sanjiu could digest it, she felt a muffled sound on the floor shaken by a series of hurried footsteps; then, she heard someone opening the door from outside.

The painter's head soon poked through the door.

His face was pale and nervous, just like any nurse on her first day at work who suddenly heard that someone had died in her ward. He scanned around the isolation room, and when his eyes fell on Qing Jiuru, who was no different from a dead body, he finally couldn't hold it back and let out a small "ah".

Yes, they have just taken medicine, and they are critically ill patients who are in isolation and waiting to die. If they call someone else, they may not be able to call the nurse; only in the case of death, the nurse is the most likely Came in to check on the situation.

If any other nurse had come in, I'm afraid they would have died here today, but since the person who came in was a painter...

Perhaps there is one last way she can try.

Hope has been burned and extinguished, and now only the last few sparks remain. Lin Sanjiu's palms felt hot, and the card turned into [Disease] again in her hands.

The painter is worthy of being an entry-level humanoid object, and his intelligence in all aspects is obviously not high enough; he squatted beside Qingjiuru and searched for a heartbeat on his lower abdomen for a while - naturally he found nothing.

Seeing him nodding with a serious look on his face, as if he had come to the conclusion that Qing Jiuliu was indeed a dead man, Lin Sanjiu finally managed to say: "Painter..."

As soon as the painter turned his head and saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the gloom on his face suddenly cleared up.

What are you happy about? Even Lin Sanjiu, who was so ill, was a little puzzled. Just because you saw me?

Before she could figure it out, the painter jumped up excitedly and hurriedly sat down next to Lin Sanjiu; when he came in, his hands were empty, but when he sat down, he somehow had an extra piece of paper in his hand. and a pen, obviously ready to start painting at Lin Sanjiu's command.

He was obviously not used to being a nurse. Just when he thought he could return to his old profession of painting, the painter looked very satisfied, like a dog that had finally found a home.

I never imagined that the power of habit can be so powerful in humanoid objects...

Lin Sanjiu naturally did not have the strength to correct him, so he just opened his hand holding [Disease] and whispered to him: "You..."

The painter looked at [Disease] without knowing why, then at Lin Sanjiu, waiting expectantly for her to finish her words.

"Eat..."

The satisfied look on the artist's face ~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly faded a bit.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Chew...it..." Talking to the painter is much more difficult than talking to the instructor.

The painter thought for a while, pointed to his open mouth and said, "Huh?"

"Porcelain... piece." Lin Sanjiu didn't know how she squeezed these two words out of her body.

"Ah!" The artist understood, immediately put down the pen and paper, and made an incomprehensible gesture near his mouth: "Ah, ah, ah?"

No more, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately, God knows how many more Qingjiu Liu can survive.

The experience of being able to speak immediately after eating a piece of porcelain seemed to have left a deep impression on the painter; even if the [illness] had nothing to do with the appearance of the porcelain piece, the entry-level painter of humanoid objects still He picked it up cautiously and expectantly.

Under the gaze of everyone in the room who could still open their eyes, with a long "ah", the painter put [the disease] into his mouth.