MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 1846 Isn't this cute?

Chapter 1846

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As long as it is an opponent that can be seen and touched, there is nothing terrifying—when Lin Sanjiu's gaze was cast on the huge white face in the sky, this was the first thought that came to her mind.

After a few seconds, the second thought became: this battle cannot be fought.

That geisha-like face suddenly shrank back after intersecting her eyes, and then retracted into the dark night, almost making her think that she had hallucinations; Lin Sanjiu hurriedly twisted her body and looked at it. I swept around quickly, and I didn't know how many large vases were still standing quietly as before, but the face was nowhere to be found.

"Muxin," Lin Sanjiu made a decisive decision, hurried back to the vase just now a few steps, lowered his head and shouted into the dark bottle mouth: "Listen to me, I need you to describe an ability for me!"

"What ability?"

"My—" She stopped suddenly.

She stopped and looked down at the mouth of the bottle.

Is Mu Xin's voice like this?

"You speak," Just when Lin Sanjiu was staring at the pitch black in the bottle mouth, he heard the next sentence buzzing out from the vase: "Is it possible that one can make you fight—"

That sentence was only halfway through, and she jumped out like a conditioned reflex and blocked her ears again; [Pygmalion Collar] stuck to her neck in a cool way, after all, it didn't heat up. Without waiting for the talking thing in the vase to show its face, she immediately rushed up again and kicked the vase to pieces.

The vase was cracked, and countless large and small fragments were spattered on the concrete floor; however, the fragments were empty and there was nothing. There is no Mu Xin, and there is no huge face like a geisha.

"Muxin!" Lin Sanjiu pressed the paper ball in his ears with both hands, his eyes swept over the faint shadows of the vase after another: "Where are you, stretch out your hand!"

All the furniture and vases were smeared dimly, without a trace of anger. In just a few seconds, everything fell silent again, as if what had just happened was just an illusion.

No matter which vase it was on, there was no human palm outstretched.

Lin Sanjiu waited for a few seconds uncertainly, and slowly walked forward along the vase. The one just now should be the real Mu Xin, she can't leave him alone. "Musin, where are you?" she whispered, her voice sounding weird in her ears clogged with paper balls.

After the paper ball, she could also feel the silence around her; Lin Sanjiu put down her hand and stopped rubbing her ears to make noise. She carefully turned each vase over and took a look, and each vase was just a piece of black. The mouth of the bottle was about the size of a human head, and could not accommodate any adult's shoulders. Probably this is why Mu Xin didn't come out just now.

The interiors, gaps, and holes of the furniture are actually passages in another space; Lin Sanjiu thought about it, then suddenly slapped his forehead, and couldn't help sighing—she suddenly understood why she couldn't find Mu Xin.

If it were her, if she could not get out of the vase, she would naturally abandon the vase and find a passageway where she could go out; while Lin Sanjiu was alert to the dark night around him, he strode towards the other end. , I couldn't help but complained to myself for being stupid.

On the edge of the end of the vase array, there are countless large cabinets arranged crookedly. Among the furniture nearby, only those cabinets are large enough to allow an adult man to open the door and walk out.

Lin Sanjiu quickly passed through the vases and hurried a few steps closer to the large closets; the horizontal and vertical black shadows of the closet stood at night, close to each other, leaving only narrow strips between the cabinets. air.

As soon as she approached, she suddenly heard only a "pound" sound, which penetrated the paper ball and passed it into her ears. Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and found the source of the sound.

A closet door opened.

Because the gap between the closets was too narrow, the door was only opened for a short time and hit the closet on the opposite side.

Lin Sanjiu held her breath, pressed her fingers on the paper ball, ready to rub them at all times; she stared at the half-open wardrobe door without making a sound.

Is it Muxin?

A vague shadow swayed under the cabinet door, and then put it back; maybe it was a foot, but Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell. The man cursed something in a low voice and shook the cabinet door vigorously. It seemed that he was trying to squeeze out from between the cabinet doors, but he rustled for a long time, except for the creaking of the cabinet door. Can't squeeze into the narrow gap.

Lin Sanjiu took a step slowly and opened [a shining ding on the horizon].

"Really," the voice behind the cabinet door was blurred by a ball of paper, and she probably heard these words. "Why is it so narrow..."

Just as she was about to take the second step, the person behind the door was silent for a moment. As if feeling her presence, the closet door suddenly retracted slightly, and then a white line was exposed in the upper gap that was vacated.

The white line gradually stretched out, forming a tall, fair-skinned nose; as soon as his gaze fell on, Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief—she happened to know that nose, it was Polva!

Polva's nose looked out very carefully, and gradually revealed her forehead, chin, and eyes in the shadows... "Is there anyone here?" He asked in a soft voice, not as if to find out if there is anything nearby. People seem to be afraid of scaring someone.

Polva may not be resolved. As soon as he encounters danger, he can fade away layer after layer of "body" like Jin Chan's shell, which is equivalent to several lives longer than others; besides, he has been with the puppeteer. If there is a real analysis of his situation, he Instead, he becomes the one who does not need to be resolved.

Lin Sanjiu slowly approached the closet while thinking. Even if this person is a "duplicate", as long as it is a face-to-face battle, she is not afraid at all-at best, she is a little tired from her teeth.

"Who?"

Fatty Bai hid behind the closet door, and suddenly yelled again—he obviously felt that someone was there.

Lin Sanjiu has quietly entered between the two closets. Although she is lean and can barely walk in the narrow air when she is on her side, she will inevitably make noises. When she leaned against a wardrobe and stopped, she felt that the wardrobe board trembled abruptly, and something seemed to slam into it immediately. Take a look at this row of wardrobes.

When the cabinet door banged, she was shocked and found that Polva behind the cabinet door seemed to be hit by the object; Lin Sanjiu hadn't had time to react, and she saw Polva's face suddenly flew out from behind the door— A human head slashed across the night sky, hitting the closet opposite, and rolling to the ground.

It was Polva's human head; his eyes were hollow and his broken neck was messy, as if he had been bitten by countless rodents.

However, Lin Sanjiu's eyes were not on Polva's decapitation at this time.

Her eyes fell on the ground along the head, and at the same time fell on the huge white face protruding from under the closet door. The big face like a geisha came out faintly, and before she knew it, she was almost touching her calf.

"Lin Sanjiu!"

There was another shout from the closet, asking the whip in her hand to stop abruptly; Mu Xin's voice seemed to be coming from some distant place, and it sounded vaguely floating: "The furniture is also a passage. ,I'm not-"

It seemed that he thought Lin Sanjiu hadn't noticed this, but this sentence wasted the only opportunity for the two to communicate.

Because Mu Xin had just finished saying these words, the geisha's face suddenly opened his mouth; Lin Sanjiu knew what he was going to do, so he hurriedly covered his ears with his hands and rubbed the paper ball in his ears. Mu Xin seemed to be shouting something in the closet, but she couldn't hear a word.

In this case, not only could she not let Mu Xin help her to activate the collar, she also didn't even dare to trust the Mu Xin in the closet—because from the impact just now, it seemed that he was in the same place as the Geisha face. In the closet.

Lin Sanjiu didn't want to touch the geisha's face with her hand at all; just as she waved her hand and called out the [Tornado Whip], the big snow-white face did the same trick again, shrinking back and retracting In the closet.

Mu Xin's voice suddenly disappeared.