Doomsday Wonderland: Seven hundred and eighty-three

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What exactly is the so-called "Mother Queen"?

The two stood on the slope, motionless for several seconds. When the fog gradually opened, the fishy wind that had not completely dissipated caressed the nose, and the light sky dyed the field of vision into a duck-egg blue color. In the distant depression, the hill-like shadow was covered with mottled, gray colors, as if it were covered with countless tiny patches.

"I...shall we go over and take a look?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly, his eyes never leaving the hill.

It stood silently in her field of vision, like a hometown she had not seen for many years in her memory. Her eyes became a little sour, and she wanted to crawl at its feet and tell it that she had left home. every story.

This feeling is obviously not unique to her.

Sibaan pursed his lips tightly, probably fighting another will in his body, but there was a pool of green water in his eyes, like a lake blown by the wind in the forest. He didn't answer for a while, and after a long while, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "...I think we should go over and see the situation, but I couldn't believe my judgment just now, and I fought this idea several times. ."

"Me too...what do you think now?"

"I still think we should go there." Sibaan glanced at her, and the skylight reflected into his emerald pupils, showing a translucent light green: "Unless you have a better idea?"

She didn't.

Looking for Mim aimlessly is just a waste of time; now that the source of all this is right in front of you, why not go there?

Whether she came up with this idea after thinking about it, or whether she pretended to have thought about it and gave herself an excuse to approach the hill - she didn't know.

Even though Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear Teacher Yi's reply, he still gave her a brief explanation before walking down the **** with Si Ba'an. The two passed through human corpses lying dead on the ground, trying not to step into the mud-like carrion; amidst the increasingly strong stench, they approached the bottom of the depression little by little with difficulty.

They didn’t see Mim’s shadow along the way.

I don’t know how long we walked, but the earth finally stopped sloping downward and spread flatly into the distance. When they arrived not far from this behemoth, the fishy smell in the air was as strong as real substance, slowly flowing into the nose and trachea, making people feel sick.

The two of them raised their heads with pale faces, their bodies trembling slightly, and neither of them spoke for a while. After they finally restrained the urge to pounce on her, Sibaan glanced at her and said without even opening his lips: "...This is not going to be easy."

When he opened his mouth, it felt as if he could taste the taste of dead bodies on his tongue; Lin Sanjiu also responded in the same way, opening his lips slightly: "I didn't expect it, I thought there must be the Queen Mother here. Here."

After saying that, she couldn't help but look up again.

On the "hill" in front of the two of them, pairs of dusty black shoe soles protruded densely. From a distance, they looked like clusters of pairs of black mushrooms emerging from the hillside. . Countless feet spread all the way up, until reaching the end of the hill, one could vaguely see the legs of the corpses - these people must have jumped up in the same posture before they were alive, and all their heads and feet were pointing towards the same direction; the corpses were squeezed and piled together, and even their shapes were difficult to distinguish. Only the clothes of different colors on their bodies could still be seen as a vague outline.

Below the mountain of corpses, the crawling backs became even denser, and not even a hand could squeeze between the human corpses.

The two of them had to endure nausea, and turned over the corpses in front of their calves one by one, and dug out a passage - such a large number of corpses had been piled here for at least ten years. Once they were turned over, the dust and debris Pieces of cloth, black fluff that fell from the corpse, bone fragments... and all kinds of unnamed filth were all thrown into the air. When Er covered his mouth and nose and finally reached the foot of the mountain of corpses, Lin Sanjiu lowered his head and found that there were locks of black dead hair wrapped around his boots, and he immediately made a "dong" sound in his throat.

"Judging from the degree of decomposition of the corpses, the people in this mountain of corpses should be the first to come to Shambhala."

With his palms covering his face, Sibaan's voice sounded dull and unclear: "Batch after group of people couldn't help but want to throw themselves down here like we just did... until there was no more room to squeeze in here, Later people would circle around it and crawl on the ground."

"Under this mountain of corpses..." Lin Sanjiu said softly while imagining the first scene, "Is it the Queen Mother?"

"Yes, I think they should live underground like those black things just now. You see, these people who are attracted will put their faces on the ground... This makes it easier for them to burrow directly into people's faces. Right."

"Then Mim..."

"I don't know where he is," Siba'an seemed to be rarely this anxious. He spoke before she finished speaking: "And he is a trainee fighter and does not have a communicator on him."

After his voice fell, the two fell silent in unison. They both knew that if there was still no news after such a long time, the boy's chances of survival were slim.

"He tried to save us," Lin Sanjiu only said half a sentence, and her throat seemed to be blocked - she suddenly realized that she didn't feel sad or angry for the boy at all, only a little bit. So sad, as if I just said goodbye to a friend.

After a while, Sibaan wiped his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go see this Queen Mother."

After struggling in the doomsday for so many years, they didn’t know how many deaths they had witnessed that were more sudden and unacceptable than Mim’s. Loss has long been the norm; all unfinished gratitude, love, and expectations for the deceased will become empty and dim, and will eventually be covered with dust together with that name.

Every time you bid farewell to a life, it is like dying a little bit yourself.

Lin Sanjiu called out [Tornado Whip], weighed the size and weight of the mountain of corpses in front of him, and suddenly whipped it into the air. Along with the rapid air waves that were torn apart by her, rushing towards the mountain of corpses, there were also [portable artillery shells] thrown by Sbaan - when they rushed into the air, they suddenly aroused several blue lights, as if they were in the air. A passage was forcibly created; in the blink of an eye, the shells smashed into huge holes in the mountain of corpses.

The ground trembled, and the mountain of corpses seemed to be electrified, shaking off corpses one after another and turning into powder in mid-air; the prostrate human bodies in the distance finally lost their balance and rolled downhill one after another. Come, the surrounding slopes are buried in the smoke and dust.

"Look!"

In the sharp and roaring hurricane, Sbaan's voice was also blown away: "There is a cave entrance under the mountain of corpses!"

As he spoke, more corpses rolled down in clusters, filling the flashing hole again in the blink of an eye. Lin Sanjiu immediately stopped his whip, and after the wind gradually subsided, he rushed towards the messy sea of ​​corpses.

They trudged among the corpses on the ground like a garbage dump, and struggled to clear the area where the hole had just appeared. All the corpses had no faces, only half-empty heads like empty balls, and they no longer looked like humans. Twisted and broken pieces of corpses blocked the downward hole. When the two finally dug out the entrance of the hole again, even Sbaan looked a little embarrassed and dirty.

"I never asked you." When the two of them looked at the dark hole with the size of a human head on the ground, Sibaan sighed lowly: "What kind of dream did you experience? Did you read it from the script? The thing brought out of it led us here, which means it has some connection with your dream."

"I don't want to remember it," Lin Sanjiu replied firmly.

Although she slaughtered Peanuts Town in a dream, the sense of reality was no different from when she actually slaughtered a town. She could even vividly feel the warmth and twitching of the townspeople's bodies—— But what makes her reluctant to recall the dream is not the reality of the massacre ~IndoMTL.com~ but her indifference to the massacre.

The feeling in the dream should be stronger than in reality.

After a few seconds, she felt that her tone was not very good, so she added: "To be honest, in my dream... there was a mountain that was somewhat similar to here."

Sibaan nodded and did not ask further. When he turned away those green eyes, Lin Sanjiu suddenly had a feeling: he was a person who could quickly cut off contact with others.

"The hole is too small, we can't get in." He said as he slapped his wrist - a projection immediately jumped into the air, densely populated with graphics and text introducing each item. "Look for something that can dig holes without making much noise."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and realized that she did have one - even though digging holes was not its specialty.

When the painter was called out, both Sibaan and him looked equally at a loss.

"Don't draw the circle of soil at the entrance of the hole," Lin Sanjiu knelt on the ground and gestured, "Do you understand? I want the soil at the entrance of the hole to fill your painting, so that it will be big enough. If you can’t draw, just squat down and dig a hole for me.”

The final painting, which was covered with dead bodies and had a gloomy tone, was like a gap opening in hell. Even by the darkest aesthetic standards, there was no beauty at all. Lin Sanjiu didn't know how the painter handled the previous paintings, but this time, the painter rolled up the canvas and gave it to her.

"It's a very clever special item," Sibaan gave a rare smile after Mim disappeared. "Are you ready?"

Lin Sanjiu nodded, looked at the dark and deep cave, gritted his teeth, and slid down the wall of the cave. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.