Doomsday Wonderland

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In an instant, it was as if blood exploded in his brain; Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear or see anything for a while, and only the sofa in front of him was left. As her body was quickly pulled into the gap, her five fingers formed into claws and she swooped down with the wind. She pierced the fabric at once, grabbed the seat cushion and threw it out with her backhand.

The moment the seat cushion was pulled off the sofa, her ankles suddenly loosened; even for a flash of lightning, Lin Sanjiu still saw a shadow suddenly disappearing into the dark gap between the back of the chair and the seat. Here, disappeared.

At this time, her whole calf sank into the gap of the sofa; as soon as the shadow disappeared, the sofa frame seemed to come back again, and the narrow gap pinched her calf. However, Lin Sanjiu kicked her hard several times. Down, there was nothing under his feet, as if there was an endless abyss under this narrow crack.

Pulling out her legs, she hurriedly jumped off the sofa. When the wind blew, she felt a layer of white sweat forming on her body.

The skin of the calf was scratched and painful; there was still deathly silence in the furniture cemetery, and the quiet darkness enveloped high and low shadows. The only sound in the night was her own heavy breathing, as if everything except her was quietly holding its breath.

Panting, Lin Sanjiu approached the sofa.

The dark gap was so narrow that it seemed like it could barely accommodate an adult's finger. She stabilized her heartbeat, arched her body slightly, and raised her fist in the air - when her fist hit the sofa seat with great force, there was a bang, and even the person outside was Even the layers of fabric could no longer cover the suddenly shattered wooden frame of the sofa; pieces of wood, fabric, and flying cotton pads were all sprayed into the air as if they had been exploded by a cannonball.

Lin Sanjiu covered her face with one hand, narrowed her eyes and glanced under the fragments of the sofa.

Even the wooden frame that kept the sofa in shape had been smashed, and now it was nothing but a pile of rags; she was not surprised that there was nothing in the depths of the rags.

Kicking away a few pieces of broken wood, the concrete floor underneath was revealed. The abyss that she couldn't step into just now seemed to be all her own illusion.

This feeling is really frustrating.

She looked around - next to the sofa, like other parts of the furniture cemetery, there were countless items piled up close to each other. The wardrobe alone included wooden, iron-framed, simple cloth items... ...Waiting for about ten kinds; endless layers of furniture were piled up so densely that it took a while to even look at them one by one.

Lin Sanjiu stood there, feeling the sweat on her body gradually cool and dry; after hesitating for a few seconds, she opened "Nothing Happens", and finally took a step towards the direction Lu Ye came from just now, stepping over the pile of broken things. Remnants of the sofa.

A tapestry was waiting for her behind the sofa. This tapestry seemed to be covered with some small items, and it was unclear whether it was a lamp stand or a vase underneath. It was piled crookedly and half as high as a person. When Lin Sanjiu squeezed between it and a bar table, her eyes widened. He kept staring closely at the tapestry, fearing that another hand would reach out from the shadows beneath it.

However, to her surprise, the rest of the journey was uneventful.

All the sounds fell silent. No more "walking corpses" were encountered, nor was the body of the fat white man seen. There seemed to be endless furniture of all kinds. Lin Sanjiu's nervousness, which was tense at first, could not help but gradually relax during the endless climb and trek; as soon as his spirit relaxed, countless questions came to his mind again.

Just as she and "Deer Leaf" said, the Supreme God must have blocked the way to survive in this cemetery now. Unlike previous contestants, she does not have the option of "escaping" - so there is only one way to end this situation: activate the [Pygmalion Collar], gain the ability of the data body, and analyze this ghost place.

The puppet master was of course the best candidate to activate the collar, but when he thought of him, Lin Sanjiu felt as if a thousand pounds of bricks were weighing on his heart. If he really died, then in addition to the fact of "his death" itself, it also means that the Supreme God must have analyzed him and obtained his memories - just like Luye.

Pushing forward from this point, at least two results can be deduced: first, after the Supreme God got the news he wanted, this furniture cemetery still exists, indicating that he intends to trap them all here; second, , the Supreme God also learned about the existence and function of the [Pygmalion Collar].

In this case, would he still allow Lin Sanjiu to analyze the furniture cemetery without any precautions?

The more he thought about it, the heavier Lin Sanjiu's heart became. As soon as the puppet master died, he almost died with the hope of their escape; all she could do now was to quickly find a companion, no matter who it was——

When she thought of this, her thoughts and her footsteps suddenly stopped together.

She listened.

The quiet night was dark and dark, without any movement or sound.

If she didn't have the ability of pure touch, she might not be able to detect anything; but now, Lin Sanjiu felt uncomfortable all over her body, even in her pores, as if she felt something through countless layers of veil, but it was vague. The ground is not clear.

He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. The tall round table, the bench, the bookshelf, the fish tank filled with sundries... they all stood quietly in the darkness. Lin Sanjiu frowned and carefully climbed over a stack of wicker chairs and approached the fish tank.

The fish tank was as high as her side and fully two meters wide; above was a tank with gray glass and below was a mahogany cabinet. Through the dirty glass, you can barely see that there are various household items piled inside, including magazines, handmade baskets, fruit plates, round wall clocks, dishes... They are all old and dirty, with a sense of desolation. Angry, but nothing weird.

What's the problem?

Lin Sanjiu tensed up all over, turned her head and looked behind her. The shadowy black silhouette behind him stood in the night, still the same as before. Could it be that I am too worried?

She exhaled slightly, and just took a step forward, the hairs all over her body suddenly exploded - she slowly turned her head, her eyes seemed to be frozen, staring at the fish tank unable to move.

Round wall clock—round wall clock—round wall clock—

On the face of the round wall clock, a pair of empty eyes were looking at her darkly.

There was no dial under the glass case of the wall clock, and there were no digital scales. The human face had been looking at her for who knows how long - just as Lin Sanjiu let out a half-exclamation from her throat, she suddenly took a step back and crashed. When she turned over the stack of rattan chairs, she suddenly realized that it was Mu Xin's face.

Is it Mu Xin himself? Or another dead body?

Before he had time to think clearly, Lin Sanjiu had already pounced on him again. Her heart was still beating as if it was about to burst through her chest. She knocked on the glass hard and asked urgently: "Mu Xin? Is that you? What's going on?"

Is it possible for a living person to appear under the glass case of the dial?

He didn't even look like a human head, just a face with several deep dark holes dug out. Lin Sanjiu could barely see his eyes through the two layers of glass. She could only see his mouth - the black hole that should be his mouth - opening and closing, as if he was saying something quickly.

Yes, what pure touch feels is this sound wave that is sealed and cannot be heard.

"Wait a minute," Lin Sanjiu held back the cold sweat and pulled a chair over, "I'll open the fish tank right now!"

Even if he was a corpse, he was also Mu Xin's corpse; no matter what, she had to find out what happened to Mu Xin.

The face on the clock opened and closed its mouth faster; Lin Sanjiu couldn't hear what he said, so he simply stood up straight on the chair and fixed his gaze on the top of the fish tank. The top of the fish tank is a wooden, thick opening and closing plate, which is connected to the light tube and oxygen supply device. Except for a narrow space for feeding feed, the rest of the place is sealed. It is difficult to pry up the entire top at once - —Of course she wouldn’t stick one arm into the fish tank even if she was beaten to death, so she bent down and shouted: “Can you get out of the way? I’m going to break this glass tank!”

The face opened and closed a few more times, and this time, Lin Sanjiu finally noticed that the deep hole-like eyes seemed to be moving vaguely.

It seemed that... she was looking in a certain direction behind her.

Lin Sanjiu slowly straightened up and put his hand on the wooden top without looking back.

When the sound fell silent, she suddenly twisted her body without warning, and a tornado rolled out from the whip suddenly rushed to the rear, quickly crushing a large piece of furniture in that direction with the force of swallowing the sky; the roaring wind The dead silence that had just existed was immediately drowned out - but amidst the howling wind, Lin Sanjiu suddenly heard a faint, familiar voice.

"Lin Sanjiu - you bastard - you dare to hit me -"

Her heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly put away the whip; but she couldn't take back the tornado she had unleashed. She jumped off the wicker chair and rushed into the layer upon layer of wind that swept across the world. Countless pieces of furniture were rolled up into the air, some had been crushed, and some were pulled into strange shapes, quickly hovering in the airflow. Lin Sanjiu could barely see amidst the dark shadows of various pieces of furniture. A flesh-colored thing seemed to have been loaded into the washing machine and turned into a shadow.

When she tried her best to pull the thing out of the wind, the Queen of Soul looked dizzy and at least half of her life was gone.

"It's never easy to hit an enemy with this damn thing," the big meat bug lay weakly on the ground, and his voice was full of energy, sharp and sharp: "Why is it so powerful when you hit me? No, why are you hitting me?"

Lin Sanjiu gasped and read a book www. ukanshu.net was speechless for a moment. He could only point to the fish tank in the distance and stood up.

She had just taken two steps, before she even got close to the fish tank, when her ankle was suddenly grabbed again.

"What are you going to do?" A tentacle of the big meat insect was wrapped around her ankle, feeling cold and without warmth. "That person is not Mu Xin. I threw him into the fish tank with great difficulty... Don't go there."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned. She looked at the Queen of Soul, took off her feet, and looked at the human face sealed under the glass case of the round wall clock in the fish tank.

Maybe she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but she always felt that Mu Xin's face seemed to be full of vague anxiety. A black hole-like mouth opened and closed faster than before. He seemed to be saying something while rolling his eyes towards her feet.

There is only one soul queen at her feet.

What did Mu Xin want to say?

All things considered