Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1922 The race against ghosts

Lin Sanjiu had never experienced this kind of rain.

Everyone has been doused by the torrential rain; but it was the first time that the torrential rain took away all her senses.

The rain was so fierce that it did not stop at all. Whether it was skin touch, vision, breathing or thinking ability, they were all smashed and washed away by the torrential rain, leaving only the numb and long-lasting cold rain. Hitting, as if taking over her entire being.

Even if the world is in an avalanche, it probably won't be more difficult than the torrential rain at this moment.She was blinded in the rain, suffocating, and unknowingly let go of her hand, but no matter which direction she struggled, she couldn't find a trace of air.

Maybe the puppeteer is really going to become a dungeon, and they will all die here...

It took a lot of effort, but Lin Sanjiu managed to squeeze out a piece of consciousness to cover his eyebrows, barely seeing the world blacked out by the rainstorm.

The boy next to him seemed to have disappeared at some point.

But that wasn't what surprised her the most.

She slowly raised her head, squinted her eyes, and stared blankly at the sky from the dense curtain-like rain column, turning into torrential rain, and the dark and undulating buildings were scattered by the rain It's like ink, like a waterfall, flowing down the world like a background cloth.

The lake, the grassland or the moonlit night are long gone, and the whole dungeon seems to be broken tears that finally couldn't hold on, and they are about to flow out in the short but long, long but only a few breaths.

Not taking shape...the copy is not taking shape.

For a moment, she felt that she was about to fall and collapse on the ground, being washed away by the current.

"Puppeteer!" Lin Sanjiu hurriedly shouted, and quickly wiped the rain from the corners of his eyes. "The great witch!"

Her heart was beating so fast it seemed like it was going to break a bone.Lin Sanjiu felt that the puppeteer must have failed in duplicating the puppeteer, but at the same time she was faintly afraid of another tiny possibility; she was standing in a shoal-like black stream that was rapidly narrowing, looking around. Looked around, turned around - and bumped his shoulder on the other person.

The puppeteer lowered her head, her whole body was soaked in rain just like her.

From his drooping black eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and the lobe of his ears, rain is dripping down like tiny beads; wet black hair sticks to his increasingly pale cheeks, as if he is the only one in the world who has been whipped Dry the tint.The drops of water slid over the black leather, as if they were about to fall to the ground with a tiny part of him, which reminded her involuntarily of the black city in the rain just now.

Lin Sanjiu turned halfway around, and was frozen in place just like that.She moved her eyes away from the puppeteer's face, and her lips parted and closed again.

The water circled and quickly narrowed and disappeared from under their feet, exposing more and more sandy land in the copy space.

She suddenly sighed.

"……great."

He was still looking at the ground and his hands, seemingly in a daze, and after two seconds he slowly raised his hands to wipe off the water on his face.

Seeing him so quiet, Lin Sanjiu was not used to it—especially when she and Ayun stepped on the lotus leaf not long ago—she coughed and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay? Okay? You don't know how much time I spent trying to find you..."

The puppeteer's eyelashes moved slightly, and gradually raised a pair of eyes, his eyes immersed in bright and dark bright pink, as if a mass of naked darkness was stuck between sharp diamonds.

At the moment when Lin Sanjiu's eyes met, he suddenly shuddered and closed his eyes, and then let out a long, silent breath from his chest.

"It really is you," the murmured voice was softer than breathing, leaving a hallucinatory coldness when it brushed against the ears. "...It's just you."

Why didn't he seem to know she was here?
Could it be that the puppeteer has almost no self-awareness in the process of copying?
Lin Sanjiu was not sure what he meant; even if she was sure, she would most likely not know what to say in response.It's just that she knew very well that they didn't have the luxury of standing still and discussing what had just happened.

"There are several copies surrounding us nearby," she whispered, "If you're okay, we have to run away now!"

As her words fell, the last bit of water turned into the city dungeon also drained from under their feet.

Lin Sanjiu had already noticed that when the dungeons attacked the two, it must be the moment when they were fully exposed in the dungeon space.

Before she had time to say more, she grabbed the dejected wet feathers on the puppeteer's wrist—she still remembered not to have physical contact with him—when she yelled "Over there!" Pulling his wrist back heavily, the two of them rushed towards the pine forest that was in the direction of Lin Sanjiu almost at the same time.

In the copy space, the puppeteer must have been suppressed in terms of physical fitness and combat power; but when the black figure ran, even the wind aroused by his footsteps was so fast that it seemed to extinguish people's breath.

Lin Sanjiu was already very physically exhausted, and now he ran wildly for only a few seconds, but seeing him falling farther and farther away, it was so anxious and funny, when he was about to shout, he saw a sudden stop at the puppet master's feet in front of him , stopped in a cloud of wind and sand.

From behind a pine tree, half of the snow-white head that had just protruded, retracted in an instant.

"...what?" The puppeteer seemed to be holding back his disgust and asked, "Copy?"

"No, no, that's mine! It's very useful," Lin Sanjiu exclaimed overjoyed, and kept rushing past him, "Renben, come back soon!"

If the puppeteer had something to say, he wouldn't have the chance to say it—she hadn't touched the pine tree where Ren Ben was hiding, and the ground shook heavily, almost throwing her off her feet.Even if she didn't look back, Lin Sanjiu intuitively realized the reason; the quick glance she cast over her shoulder made her heart sink.

The ground trembled one after another.

Every time a human figure transformed into a copy landed on the ground like a cannonball, it would shake the earth as if it was about to fall apart.The mountain swayed accordingly, and countless forests clustered together, and a huge human-shaped stone statue burst out from among the shouting trees, chasing after it with rumbling footsteps; a round wheel rolled towards the two at high speed, leaving behind A phantom appeared; a voice shouted angrily in the distance: "She is also a human being, and there are two human beings here!"

If she got caught in those dungeons, she and the puppeteer would probably have no hope of getting out alive as humans.

"Run!" she yelled.

"Otherwise, what do you think I'll do?" The puppeteer pounced on him again, his mouth faster than his steps: "Stay here and drink tea with them?"

If the sarcasm's strength was saved, it might be able to pull her to run faster.

Renben's reaction speed was far from comparable to the two; it was also confused by the upheaval behind it, and when the two rushed close to the pine forest, it just turned around and started to escape.

While desperately thinking about what to do, Lin Sanjiu stretched out her hand towards Renben—once she found out that Renben was better than a corpse, she felt a deep-seated reluctance.

...However, by such a coincidence, Renben also came here?
The "seed" ability didn't leave Ben any chance to struggle, so he opened his mouth and swallowed it; when Lin Sanjiu wanted to look back at the pursuers behind him, his gaze crossed his arm, and a piece of ballpoint pen line came from It flashed in the corner of my eye.

She suddenly remembered.

Is it the power of "meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country" that attracts Renben to come here?

If the coil is still nearby... Aren't there always scruples between dungeons and unwilling conflicts?If they catch it again, as long as the dungeon hesitates a little behind them, they may have a chance to escape.

"A foreign land!"

Lin Sanjiu didn't have the time to shout out such a long full name; she ran wildly among the pine forests, shouting in the dusty wind, "I know! Come here, or let me go, hurry up!"

Even when she was running for her life, the puppeteer's low and cold voice still clearly reached her ears: "...I almost forgot, you are especially good at mixing with ghosts."

　My mother, it's finally finished!By the way, I really want to learn how to make clothes by myself. Coincidentally, when we were young, our family made clothes. My mother gradually turned a small shop into a factory, just by making clothes one by one.As for the subsequent loss of the factory a little bit, that is another ghost story.

　
(End of this chapter)