Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 683: Deconstructionist monster and Lin Sanjiu who has no artistic ability

It is indeed unrealistic to expect the puppet master to wake up from his coma under such circumstances.

He was tied to Lin Sanjiu's back with a rope, and one of his arms was pulled hard by her with one hand, which was equivalent to hanging his whole body weight on the arm to prevent him from sliding down. In this position, he was half-carried and half-dragged, running wildly and bumpily in the dark. Lin Sanjiu soon felt that the clothes on his back were all wet.

If this continues, her only hope may die on her back.

"Polva?"

"Continue in this direction," Fatty Bai responded immediately. Hearing Lin Sanjiu yell, "That's not what I'm asking!", he circled around on his shoulders a few times like a big mouse, and responded with a cry: "I keep slapping his face, but he doesn't wake up. Ah!"

"Try harder and hurt him!" Lin Sanjiu gritted his teeth and shouted, while listening to the rustling sound behind him, he quickened his pace again. "If he doesn't wake up, we will all have to answer here!"

After running for only ten seconds, she already had a certain understanding of the dark passage inside the furniture.

No wonder Mu Xin couldn't get out once she got stuck: except for those things in the dark, she couldn't open the furniture doors from the inside, or even break them. All the furniture with "internal space" are connected together, forming a long and winding, sometimes deep, sometimes narrow, sometimes multi-curved, endless dark passage.

It seems that the last time she fought with the "Queen of Soul", she was really lucky. The cabinet door was shaky and never closed. One thing she was sure of was that this "interior space" was larger than the actual interior of the furniture.

When encountering openings such as blinds and glass windows, it was Lin Sanjiu's only chance to catch a glimpse of the outside world; but what flashed past her eyes were only the undulating furniture like a mountain setting at night.

Just when she was distracted, an alarm bell suddenly sounded in Lin Sanjiu's head. She immediately tilted her head, and a strong stream of hot air suddenly passed by her ears again, spreading in the air. She held her breath and bent down. Even though she was running very hard, she still didn't dare to straighten up rashly.

The last time she was accidentally squirted by the gasp, she was lucky enough to experience the feeling of a person on the verge of death. It seems to be able to give people the illusion that they are about to die, leading to complete paralysis of all body functions - if she hadn't used her consciousness to cut off her brain's instructions in time, Lin Sanjiu's heart might have turned into a cold piece by now. Meat.

Fortunately, the thing seemed unable to spray out the "dying breath" frequently, which gave her a chance to buffer and dodge.

"What the **** is that?" Lin Sanjiu asked breathlessly. "Can you see clearly?"

"I don't know what that is," Polva slapped the puppeteer hard and shouted: "I can only see a rough shape...but that thing is really hard to describe...well , do you know the deconstruction school?"

It sounds like abstract art or something confusing.

"Quickly tell the important point!"

"Whether it is paintings or architecture, deconstruction uses fragmentation and reorganization as a technique of expression, so the presentation style is very complex and difficult to describe." Polva spoke faster, but his focus was really useless. . "The shape of what's behind me kind of reminds me of deconstructivist architecture."

I’ve been talking for a long time, it’s all about art education.

"In other words, it's a big pile of ghost stuff that I don't know what shape it is?"

"...Yes." Fatty Bai suddenly became discouraged.

You shouldn't count on him.

As soon as this thought crossed Lin Sanjiu's mind, the sound of friction and swimming behind him suddenly stopped and disappeared completely. Before she had time to figure out where it had gone, the ground shook heavily, and her feet were lifted off the ground by the force; an unbearable strong and strange smell had already hit the back of her neck.

A sharp sound came out of Fatty Bai's throat: "It's coming!"

His reminder was completely an afterthought - when he spoke, Lin Sanjiu had already used the momentum of being lifted up to hold him and the puppeteer tightly with both hands, and rolled around in the air, knocking out three of his own. The person hurriedly pulled away from the smell of that thing.

"You can't outrun me," a sound like sandpaper rubbing sounded in the darkness. The way it laughs is different almost every time, except for the chilling energy that remains the same.

Lin Sanjiu spat, and just stood up. Before she could take a step, she heard Polva suddenly burp nervously: "It, it may be right... it's big."

"What do you mean?"

"It seemed... it wasn't that big just now..." Fatty Bai stammered, "It seems that when it was chasing us, it... was getting bigger and bigger like a snowball."

That weird laugh sounded very excited this time. Its voice is high and low, and the emphasis is often in the wrong place. It is extremely uncomfortable to hear: "Yes, I didn't expect that your observation skills are so good in such a dark place. Keep running, why don't you run?" If I run a few more steps, I can get even bigger."

The bigger the opponent is, the less likely Lin Sanjiu is to escape. This is the passage formed inside the furniture. The surrounding space is limited after all. If this thing grows to a certain extent, maybe a breath of "dying breath" can make her avoid it.

"I understand."

Lin Sanjiu let out a breath and took a step back while guarding against the creatures in the darkness in front of her. She lowered the puppet master's arms from her back, bent down and pushed him behind her from the floor, and told Fatty Bai: "Go to him!"

"Well, what happens next?"

Lin Sanjiu wanted to answer, but that thing didn't give her a chance. When she pushed the puppet master behind her just now, the thing had already quietly stretched out toward her; because it moved so slowly, it didn't even stir up airflow. By the time she reacted, it was almost too late - she felt something suddenly press against her face.

In a post-apocalyptic world, what determines a person's life or death is often not how many items he has or how strong his abilities are. Relying on external things will always capsize in the gutter; the factors that truly allow those who survive to continue living are actually reflected in the decisions made at the critical moment of life and death.

When an unknown dangerous object is about to touch the face, few people can still stand still. Lin Sanjiu raised her hands while tilting her head back. In the blink of an eye, after opening the mutated version of the painting style and making a ding, his two hands met something coming in mid-air - judging from the feel, it seemed to be a twisted, fat arm.

When the thick fingertips were about to hook her chin, they exploded into a ball of mucus and fragments like an insect whose belly had been squeezed out. As soon as Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes, her face felt cold and her nose was filled with the strong smell. The thing in the darkness suddenly let out a rapid groan; she wiped her mouth, took out the combat items and threw them behind her: "Go on!"

"Wha, what?" Polva slapped her hands together, but it seemed that she still didn't catch up.

"You can use it to imitate a special object." Lin Sanjiu didn't know how far away the thing was from her, because it was so huge, and its moans seemed to echo everywhere in its belly. "You just need to describe the details of the item carefully! Think about it~IndoMTL.com~Is there anything that can be used now?"

"It'll come in handy..." Fatty Bai grabbed the combat item, his voice so nervous that it shrilled an octave. "It comes in handy..."

Lin Sanjiu did not dare to delay and once again called out the anesthesia gun specially designed for soldiers. The thing was big and close, so it was impossible to hide it this time. With the sound of the gun valve tapping, she poured out an unknown number of anesthetic injections, and as expected, she hit the thing low. Lowland screamed in pain several times.

But it doesn't seem to have fallen yet.

It would be nice if I could see...

Just when Lin Sanjiu was raising the gun and thinking about this idea, there was a sudden "click" behind her, and a light, bright white spot lit up - it was said to be a spot, but it seemed to have something It jumped to the surrounding walls like a life, stood firm, and quickly expanded; like a bright white moss, and like a piece of paint that was applied faster and faster. Everywhere it walked lit up like a lamp, quickly brightening Lin Sanjiu's vision.

She stared blankly at the opponent in front of her.

He is indeed a deconstructionist guy.