Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 681: It’s a bit embarrassing to say

There is no better bait than the truth. A few minutes after Lin Sanjiu got into the closet, this thought suddenly came to his mind. ωMagazine●Insectω

As Xiaomei Dan said, Polva and the puppet master really never came out of the closet; it was precisely because they knew they were still in the "passage" that Lin Sanjiu walked in willingly, in the dark I groped forward for a while.

She sighed slightly and focused on her sense of smell again. Underneath the faint smell of moldy old wood in the air, there was also an almost imperceptible smell of fresh blood.

The **** smell was the strongest when it was in the closet. It should have been left by the puppet master.

"She's coming in too," someone whispered excitedly in the silent darkness, seemingly not wanting to avoid Lin Sanjiu at all. Such whispers, giggles, and even excited gasps had been accompanying her for a long time. It felt like she had walked into a huge rat's nest, and the darkness was filled with rustling and restless noises. .

She turned halfway from the cramped closet to the side and entered this deep passage. When she first walked in, those things in the darkness did not waste a second; but by the time their faint, nagging voices reached Lin Sanjiu's ears, there was only a little shadow left, because the meaning was The teacher had already blocked most of her hearing.

It wasn't until those things finally gave up the attempt that Lin Sanjiu took control of his hearing again.

After knowing that there was indeed something in the darkness, she breathed a sigh of relief. The sense of unknown that can bring fear to people has gradually weakened, and has been replaced by rat-like noises, footsteps running from a short distance from time to time, and the cold skin that occasionally brushes against her feet...

The sneak attacks against Lin Sanjiu were piecemeal and endless. She found a hollow iron rod from the card library that she didn't know when she had collected it, and while tapping the ground to explore the path, she walked forward slowly. After shouting "Bolwa!" for an unknown number of times, Lin Sanjiu's hand sank, and she suddenly felt that someone was holding her iron rod.

She simply stopped moving and waited quietly.

If you are not careful, these attacks are indeed fatal; but with a little attention, these attacks become annoying. Lin Sanjiu felt that her fingers were trembling slightly along with the iron rod. It was obvious that something heavy was climbing up along the rod. In the blink of an eye, the trembling thing was about to touch her fingers. Pointed.

The [Protective Force Field] shone slightly on her fingertips. Although it was not enough to illuminate the surroundings, it was enough for her to suddenly backhand and grab the disc-like object; Lin Sanjiu held it tightly with one hand. , the steely pressure immediately crushed that slippery soft thing. Just hearing a "chuck" sound, the thing exploded into the air with a lot of debris.

Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, resisted the urge to raise her hand to wipe her face, and threw the crushed mud ball behind her head; judging from the sound, her throw was very accurate, just right. It knocked away another thing coming from behind.

She couldn't tell what these things were; but as Polva and Musin were evolvers who had experienced several worlds, they should not suffer big losses from such piecemeal attacks...

"Polwa! Where are you?" Lin Sanjiu called again, her voice drifting away in the darkness. This darkness was obviously restricted by the external shape of the furniture; after calling a few times, she seemed to have walked into a closet, and the space suddenly became narrower, allowing her to walk forward sideways.

With an inaudible sound, the iron rod hit something soft.

Lin Sanjiu stopped, felt the airflow around him with pure touch, and then poked again.

The sound when a hard object sinks into the flesh is weak but very special.

Although the consciousness is still too little to be used indiscriminately, there is no other way at the moment.

She thought for a while, and a stream of consciousness flowed through her arm quickly like blood, gathering towards her fingertips, and suddenly a white light appeared - different from the state of the uniform protective shield, when [ When the protective force field reaches its maximum intensity locally, unstable light will appear, although only for a moment.

Polva's dull face flashed in the faint white light, and then disappeared into the darkness again along with the light.

Lin Sanjiu raised her head and stood in the darkness, stunned.

Given her height, she had to look up at the face just now. It must be at least the outermost layers of a [Russian matryoshka doll]; it seems that Polva has already put the body of the matryoshka doll back on. But his pair of dry and dilated pupils turned gray with no sign of life in the flash of white light.

With trembling fingers, she hit Polva's feet several times with the iron rod, but they all hit the closet. The puppeteer is not here.

This body should be another empty shell, right?

Lin Sanjiu prayed in her heart, slowly stretched out her hand and pushed Polva's body. Her fingers were still frozen in the air, and her heart gradually became cold.

She didn't push.

That body was so heavy that it was indeed the weight of a person. And the empty shell of Bolva is so light that it can even be used as a boat on sea water - which means, in other words -

There is a limit to what a person can bear.

Lin Sanjiu no longer cared that she was under the gaze of countless creatures, threw away the iron rod, and slid softly along the wall cabinet to the ground; she covered her face, and for a moment there was nothing but the roaring in her ears. The sound of blood flowing through him was almost inaudible.

Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, so that after nearly a full second, she suddenly realized that she had touched something like a hand with five branches on the wall of the cabinet behind her. Zheng lifted it up gently, as if he was about to pat her shoulder sympathetically.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes immersed in the darkness suddenly became bloodshot. She jumped up like a cheetah and picked up the hollow iron rod; she couldn't see the "hand" at all, and she couldn't determine its precise position by just touching it - but she didn't even think about it at this time.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rods had hit the cabinet wall as densely and quickly as raindrops; when she was furious and lost her mind, the force of more than a thousand kilograms seemed to break the passage. , the blow made his head and feet seem to be shaking. Several times, Lin Sanjiu vaguely felt as if her hand had hit something, but her eyes were red and she continued to hit for nearly a minute amidst a series of roars before she finally stopped.

The thing had long turned into mud soup, half flowing and half sliding down the wall, making a "snap" sound. Some kind of liquid suddenly spread out, exuding an iron smell, and wet the soles of her shoes. It wasn't just that "hand" that was unlucky - she had hit so many things in her rage just now, and at this time, there was only silence nearby.

"What else?" Lin Sanjiu twisted her head and shouted, "Whoever killed Bolwa, come out!"

There was another rustling in the darkness.

"That..."

Lin Sanjiu's whole body was filled with excitement.

"Are you really Xiaojiu?" A timid, thin voice stammered from beside him. "Actually, it's a bit embarrassing to say that, what, I'm not dead."

Lin Sanjiu slowly turned her head towards Polva's body.

Even if she is not a stupid person, she still can't understand the current situation.

A noise that could not be described as something gradually became clear on Polva's body.

She no longer cared about saving her consciousness. When she raised her hand, the light of the [Protective Force Field] jumped again; with that fleeting light, her eyes fell on Polva's body. The vision suddenly went dark again. But the scene just now seemed to be imprinted on her retina: a gap opened at the waist of the corpse, revealing a fat, white face that was no bigger than a fist - it was Bol who was an unknown number of sizes younger. baby.

"I really don't know what to do," he said with a hint of frustration in his voice, "I can't carry someone on my back. I'll lose a layer of matryoshka after walking a few steps...Look at me, I only took off my clothes. At this size, I couldn’t go any further, so I ran back to the first layer of my body and hid. As soon as I hid in, I heard someone calling me. It was really scary.”

Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth half-open.

Then why is the empty shell so heavy?

"I also tucked in the puppet master by the way," Polva made a thin scratching sound in the direction of her scalp, "Hey, don't look at him. He is thin, he is old and heavy."

After a pause, he became worried again: "Um, are you really a drinker?"