Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 2287

"Will the body steward who is dead...will be marked by 'Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land'?"

Lin Sanjiu frowned, and stuffed the human book back into the "seed"—it didn't even have a single trace of lines on its face, but it didn't know how to express the emotion of "disappointment"; think about it I thought, as if this was the first time recently, after it was called out, it went back in vain.

Ji Shanqing was not too sure.He stood on tiptoe, refusing to approach the withered and shriveled brown-black human-shaped skin, and murmured, "Should it be? Even if it's a corpse, it still has something to do with it..."

"Who did it?" Qing Jiuliu looked up and down the body steward, and said, "It looks like it's been a long time. Did you use the corpse as a scarecrow, or did you die after making it into a scarecrow?"

As soon as he turned his head, Yuan Xiangxi had already rustled through the grass, and was almost at the "Scarecrow". Seeing this, Qing Jiuliu shouted: "Be careful! You saw the fellow's heart Are you happy?"

Yuan turned his head to the west and glared. "I'm a ghost, he's a corpse, these two are not the same thing, why are you just—"

Accompanied by a low, sharp and hoarse inhalation sound, the "Scarecrow"'s head suddenly shook, and the black half-open mouth seemed to be about to open and close, and slightly closed in the middle.Yuan Xiangxi immediately jumped up on the spot, and exclaimed involuntarily: "Ah! He, is he still alive?"

"Come here quickly," Lin Sanjiu didn't neglect for a moment, and rushed to his side a few steps away, dragging him away from the "Scarecrow".

When Yuan Xiangxi ran back to the car, she squinted her eyes and took a closer look. The "Scarecrow" wore a rag hat that was faded by the sun, covering half of his face; the lip skin around the mouth hole had shrunk to dark brown, making it almost impossible to tell where the face was. Where is the lip? It wasn't until it twitched again that Lin Sanjiu realized that this "scarecrow" seemed to be planning to speak.

She tossed off her hat, revealing a pair of eyes half turned to the sky. "Scarecrow" was all over, only this pair of eyes was still a little bit alive, although the black eyeballs had also faded like the hat and hair, and there was a layer of rough and dry white.

It was this pair of gray eyes that moved towards Lin Sanjiu very slightly.

"It's really still alive." Lin Sanjiu took two steps back and looked at it, only then realized that the wooden stick that propped up the body butler was not ordinary wood, it looked a bit like a special item in an activated state. "How is it possible... How long has this person been hanging here?"

His whole body looked like a dried jujube, black and wrinkled. It was impossible for ordinary people—even evolutionary ones—to become completely dehydrated and not die.

Although he obviously came here with the intention of killing someone, Lin Sanjiu was not in a hurry to do it when he saw him like this. I poured a few sips into my mouth.

"I forgot my original intention," Yuan Xiangxi stood behind the open car door and shook his head vigorously.

Not all of the water flowed into the "Scarecrow"'s throat, and a lot of it slid down the deep ravine in the face and disappeared.After pouring half a bottle of water, Lin Sanjiu saw that the eyeballs could move a little more and had already settled on him, so he tightened the bottle cap.

"Good... good man..." The body steward couldn't make a sound at all, only the air flow barely formed words. "help me……"

"How long have you been hanging here?" Lin Sanjiu put away the water bottle and asked.

"Six... More than 600 days..." The answer from the "Scarecrow" was unexpected, and it was quite accurate.

"You look like a mummified corpse, why is there a life left?" Lin Sanjiu asked, "Do you even know how many days have passed?"

The "Scarecrow" rolled his eyeballs slightly, as if even the softest sky light hurt him even after he lost his hat. "I... can... ability..."

Lin Sanjiu nodded indifferently.When Occidentals was grasping "identities", he liked those with rare and weird abilities the most, because the more tricky his abilities, the more unpredictable his talents would be.

"I think it should be a kind of feigned death ability," Ji Shanqing also approached, and walked around the "body steward" twice like looking at exhibits in a museum, saying: "It can make people feel even the most You can persist for a long time in a state that is not suitable for survival... right? With the occasional rain, you have survived until now."

The "Scarecrow" moved his eyeballs, but he didn't speak, as if he had acquiesced.

"This can also explain why Occidentus didn't find out that he had a body steward who was made into a scarecrow." Qing Jiuliu said, "more than 600 days ago, he hadn't started to plant a defense mechanism on the body steward. Let him automatically descend to the gods..."

At that time, Lin Sanjiu didn't even know about the human farm—no, even Fanjia City.

"Scarecrow" may be because he has never had a connection with Occidental, and now he doesn't see anything strange on his face after hearing what he said.Of course, it was difficult to see any expression on his face that looked like dried jujubes—he obviously didn't understand a word of the conversation, and made a weak and muddy "Huh?"

"Wait," Lin Sanjiu said suddenly, "more than 600 days? Then why is he still here?"

More than 600 days, I should have encountered a teleportation long ago. Even if the teleportation has become less stable and regular due to the great flood, it is impossible to persist for such a long time without even encountering a teleportation or a major flood. It is really a rare example, not to mention, the longer the backtracking time, the more regular the teleportation will be... Wait, who else is there?

Lin Sanjiu frowned.

Not long ago, she had just heard someone mention it, and there has never been an example of teleportation...

"Zhang Peng," Ji Shanqing said abruptly, as if he heard his sister's thoughts.

Lin Sanjiu raised her head abruptly.

Although Zhang Peng is not a body steward, he has a deep relationship with Occidentals - the old woman specifically asked him to stay, so as to eliminate any possibility that anyone would find Occidentals.

There are examples that have not been transmitted for a long time, of course, such as the "Great Flood Service Provider"; but there is a reason why the "Great Flood Service Provider" has not been transmitted. Is it just a coincidence that Zhang Peng and this body steward?
"I……"

"Scarecrow" finally wrinkled his lips and spoke again. "Save me... I'll teach you... don't pass it on..."

"Do you have a way not to teleport?" Qing Jiuliu guessed, "We saved you, so you tell us?"

"……Yes."

"You're just lucky, okay? Who can think of a way not to teleport?" Yuan Xiangxi cooperated very well, and immediately made a provocative sentence, but soon got off topic again. "No, it seems that you are unlucky, so you haven't waited to send it."

"No...no." The body butler's furrowed skin was able to tighten a little more, "Before I did this... for more than a year..."

"Never sent it?" Ji Shanqing finished the second half of the sentence, "Before you were hung up, you didn't send it for more than a year plus more than 600 days?"

"……Yes."

Several people looked at each other, Lin Sanjiu raised his chin in the direction of the car.The puppeteer hasn't come out of the temple, but it doesn't mean they can ignore him and talk quietly; Lin Sanjiu spoke first when they were standing on the other side of the car.

"The period of time when he was not teleported is the same as Zhang Peng." She looked at her friends and knew that they probably thought of the same thing. "...have they been vaccinated?"

　I'll be honest, I don't think convenience stores would be born if Doomsday didn't ask for leave...

　
(End of this chapter)