Doomsday Wonderland: Eight hundred and thirty-one

【Oh, don't wait, I don't know what to write in this chapter. It seems that it’s time to outline again]

Now is the time of day when the sun is the strongest. The ground is covered with deep cracks and cracks, and dust and yellow sand are rising in the venomous heat, making it difficult to even breathe, making people feel as if they are going to suffocate in the next second.

At this time, the surviving people usually find some shady places to sleep, instead of like now, twenty or thirty people sitting around a white tent in the sun, enduring the torture of high temperature.

Although everyone was sweating and looked extremely uncomfortable, for some reason, no one stood up and left - everyone just sat there and glanced in the direction of the tent from time to time.

This one-person-high tent is made of thermal insulation fabric. It will be very cool if you sit in it.

The entrance to the tent was tightly closed at this time.

"This guy is really good at putting on airs, I'm almost dying of heat."

A low scolding sound suddenly came from next to the thigh of a gentle-looking young man. The young man quickly held down the object he was talking about, revealing a pair of gray gloves that were obviously made of socks, and scolded softly. Said: "Don't cause trouble! If we let them hear it, we will be in trouble."

He squeezed out a rabbit head from his palm, a brown rabbit with a small pink carrot on its fur, and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Damn, it's just a broken ability, and it's still dominating like this..." It muttered.

In fact, Hu Changzai felt the same way - but unlike the wayward rabbit, he still sat upright.

After waiting under the scorching sun for a while, there was finally movement in the quiet tent. There were some rustling sounds of clothing, and the sound of people breathing became heavier and heavier - the people sitting outside the tent made a slight commotion, and then everyone seemed to have heard nothing and lowered their heads.

About ten minutes, the tent door was opened, and a woman with a flushed face came out.

She was holding the zipper of her skirt behind her back with one hand, and as soon as she took one foot out, someone said at the right time: "Miss Meihuan, has Mr. Ah woke up from his nap?"

The woman called Mei Huan glanced at the speaker with watery eyes: "Mr. Ah just got up and is a little thirsty. If anyone can provide Mr. Ah with some fresh fruit, you can come in and get a visa."

As soon as she finished speaking, twenty or thirty people, including Hu Changzai, couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

In the past, fresh fruit was nothing, but in the extreme temperature hell——

"Miss Meihuan, you also know that fruit cannot be preserved. Can you think of juice? I have several flavors here." A middle-aged man asked hurriedly.

The best situation is to have juice, and the others only have some mineral water at best, so no one spoke for a while. Mei Huan turned around and entered the tent without comment. After a while, she stuck her head out and said, "The one with the juice, come in!"

The middle-aged man went in with a happy face - yes, the visa officer surnamed A paid a high price for each visa. If he could exchange a few bottles of juice for a visa, he really made a profit.

"I don't know what he will ask of us later." Hu Changzai sighed lowly with worry, "We only have a few special items that we can get our hands on."

While he was talking, Mei Huan walked up to him, holding a small notebook in her hand, and raised her chin at him: "Hey, how many visas do you want to apply for?"

"Oh, I, I'm not here to apply for a visa, I'm here to check the names of two people to see if they have issued a visa..."

"Checking people?" Mei Huan paused with the pen in her hand and looked at him a few times: "That's very valuable. What's your name?"

Hu Changzai responded hurriedly: "One is named Lin Sanjiu, and the other is named Hai Tianqing... Yes, the wine for drinking is the sea of ​​the sea."

It is true that Lin Sanjiu's blow sent people flying to the horizon - after Hu Chang got up from the ground, he walked for a long time and found that he was already in a neighboring province. It was also his luck that he was knocked away so far and met the rabbit again soon.

But then, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any trace of Lin Hai.

Just when they were really helpless, they happened to hear that a visa officer from the outside world had come nearby. When they thought that Lin Sanjiu might come to see the visa officer, each of them held on to a faint hope. Here too.

After completing the registration, Mei Huan returned to the tent and passed by the middle-aged man who came out; however, the latter's face did not look good. Someone immediately asked: "What happened? Didn't you get the visa?"

"I got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand, not very interested. "I gave away three boxes of juice, but I only got a visa to the B-class world."

The young man immediately took a breath: "Oh, Class B! That's a bit dangerous, why not pass it randomly... Where did you want to go?"

"Of course it goes without saying that it's the central twelve realms!" The middle-aged man said nothing more, just sighed and left.

Hu Changzai listened in confusion, hearing the footsteps of the middle-aged man disappearing away. He grabbed the person who was speaking and asked in a low voice: "For the visa officer, which one should I give?" Are there any differences in visas around the world? Why not give that person the visa he wanted?"

The man had long hair. After hearing this, he cast a sidelong glance at him and sneered: "First time?"

He nodded.

The long-haired young man said "No wonder" and stopped talking. He just played with the two glass **** in his hands. Hu Changzai waited for a while and saw that he still had no intention of continuing. He was a little anxious and was about to ask when he heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who was leaving just now stopped.

Hu Changzai raised his head and glanced at it. The small figure of the middle-aged man was standing at the end of the street, seeming to be looking into the distance with his head raised. Then his exclamation was heard near the tent: "Puppet Master!"

Hu Changzai's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"The puppet master, is it really him?"

"Why is he here?"

"I X, should we avoid it first..."

Immediately afterwards, everyone around him stood up one after another, and the whispers and uneasy atmosphere instantly infected everyone.

The distance of one street is really not that far - before the whispers have stopped, and before the people who want to avoid have time to take a step, the puppet master has clearly appeared in everyone's field of vision; it seems that he is not there. No matter how he took a step, he was already standing in front of the tent.

Compared with when he was at the dock, the puppet master has not changed much: he still has the same strange clothes and pale skin, but the gold powder around his eyes has turned into red powder - the biggest change is the person following him.

There is no one who looks like a plastic mannequin.

Whether it is the woman in her thirties, the tall man who is 1.9 meters tall, or the short girl... everyone's hair, skin, and pores are all alive and real. One young man even had a pimple on his face - obviously, they couldn't be plastic models.

It’s just that everyone’s eyes are empty and their joints are stiff when moving; everyone’s neck has thick and twisted threads sewn on it – it looks like everyone has had an operation on their throat.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and someone swallowed loudly.

A few people who didn't know the puppet master were also shocked by this scene. For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move - the puppeteer was notoriously moody, and no one was willing to act rashly. ~IndoMTL.com~ Mei Huan emerged from the tent with a pale face and a somewhat confused expression: "Master Puppet Master, why are you here..."

"Are you a visa officer?" the puppeteer asked with a wooden face.

Mei Huan glanced at him quietly: "No, Mr. Ah is just..."

The next moment, she was thrown heavily back into the tent by a gust of wind. The tent could not withstand the force, and the supports suddenly fell over.

"Why don't you tell the visa officer to get out of here!"

A sweaty fat man immediately emerged from the collapsed tent fabric: "Isn't this the puppet master? I am A Xianxian. Do you want to apply for a visa?"

The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled enthusiastically: "Are you going back to the Twelve Realms of the Center? You make a price, and I will give it to you..."

Somehow, he still had the heart to ask for a price when facing the puppet master.

"Wait a minute." The puppet master called out to stop his short legs from moving back, and said leisurely: "Before you issue a visa, please find a name for me first."

The fat man wiped his sweat and said, "You said it."

As if sensing something, the puppet master's eyes roamed around the field, frowned his eyebrows, and then slowly uttered a name: "Lin Sanjiu."

Mei Huan, who was tremblingly crawling out of the tent, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously answered: "...Drinking wine?"

The puppet master's sharp eyes immediately focused on her: "Do you know this person?"

"No, no, no, it's... it's like this. There was someone just now who wanted to check this name..."

Now she just wanted the puppet master to look away from her, and quickly pointed out: "He is right there, and he brought a rabbit with him... Huh?"

Where she pointed, a young man with yellow hair hurriedly jumped to the side, revealing an empty place behind.