Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2376: Picture album boy
Chapter 2382 Picture Album Boy
...If it weren't for protecting the companions behind him, Fusiro could easily escape this "plasticine rain", right?
When this thought broke into Lin Sanjiu's mind, it was also the time when the pain after his consciousness was forcibly removed and severed was slightly relieved.
She seemed to be rolling down from the endless twisting of blades, and finally found that she was kneeling on the ground at some point, on all fours, trembling all over, and there was a faint pain in her throat that felt like cracking.
As she gasped, Lin Sanjiu turned her head towards the woods and saw a scene she would never forget.
...Did she see it because she had entered the "plasticine space" once?
With the dark forest as the center, countless "plasticine" are shooting out in all directions, as if the fragments of stars exploded after death and shattered, turning into howling meteors covering the sky and the earth.
Each ball of "plasticine" is intangible. Wherever it is stroked, it will take on the shape and color corresponding to the surrounding space; as they move rapidly, the "plasticine" is also constantly flickering and changing. ——For a moment, the world under the night seemed to be sparkling. The air, trees, night stars... were undulating and lustrous when countless "plasticine" passed by.
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu could only sit on the ground and watch blankly; the glimmer of light reflected from the countless "plasticine" changes made her vision also light up with the boiling starry sky.
Under the countless changing luster of the meteors, Fusiro's back stood straight in front of him.
Just as she thought, Fu Xiluo had no room to hide at this moment - as long as he left the place, Lin Sanjiu, Exodus, and his companions in Exodus behind him would be attacked by countless "plasticine" However, Lin Sanjiu couldn't figure out how Fu Xiluo could stop the "plasticine" that was all over the world and as fast as meteors in a short period of time.
Fu Xiro raised his right arm, pointing his fingers bluffingly.
She could still vaguely feel that the part of her consciousness that had been pulled out and severed was like a dying but not dead snake, but it managed to maintain a complete form and did not fall apart; it was in the house at this moment. Silla's hand twitched faintly, struggling, and gradually turned into a "plasticine space" bit by bit.
"Go ahead,"
Fu Xiluo uttered two words in a low voice, and the consciousness in his hand suddenly burst into white light, as if the explosive device in his body was detonated - in an instant, the consciousness that once belonged to Lin Sanjiu turned into countless pieces. With a wave of his arm, the fragments were like thousands of swift bullets, whipped up by the fierce wind, and flew head-on into the night between heaven and earth.
Lin Sanjiu’s heart skipped a beat and she understood immediately.
Could it be that Fu Silla wanted to use tens of millions of points of consciousness to fight off millions of "plasticine" **** coming like meteors?
It seems that he has not activated any evolutionary ability; that is to say, Fusiro completely used his own eyes to determine the speed and direction of countless "meteors", and used his physical strength to strike out so many consciousnesses Fragmented... Is this really possible for humans?
You know, if a few "plasticine" are allowed to rush through the defensive line and land on Exodus, it will be a big trouble...
However, it was as if someone had carefully calculated the trajectory, direction and distance of each collision. Wherever Lin Sanjiu looked, every bit of his consciousness hit a small piece of "plasticine" accurately.
For a moment, it was as if countless small fireworks bloomed on the water: clouds in the dark night, the edge where the woods meet the sky, swaying tall wild flowers... all rippled due to the impact of countless "plasticine" Circles of texture.
"It's blocked," she murmured, in disbelief: "It's really blocked!"
"It's not over yet," Fusiro whispered, "You have to be even more careful next."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu understood what he meant.
After being eroded by the "plasticine", the consciousness hit the "plasticine" again. Although the collision between the two resolved the momentum, causing countless "plasticine" to stop and temporarily save it. Lin Sanjiu and Exodus were not touched; but this also meant that the space between heaven and earth became a piece of cloth covered with moth-eaten holes, covering the gradually expanding plasticine space.
"Wait, can't they be connected?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked when she thought of this. "So much 'plasticine' is expanding from countless places at the same time..."
"Well, it will eventually become a plasticine space several times larger than the one I just released." Fusiro sighed and said, "But I have to connect them."
"Why?"
"It is troublesome to tame a huge guy again, but what is even more troublesome is to tame so many plasticine spaces one by one. It is easier to tame one than to tame a thousand." Fu Xiluo Touya Without replying, he said: "Didn't you say that your humanoid items were alive when you were on the spaceship?"
"Yes, I said it...there are also abilities. I found that they seem to have their own growth process." Lin Sanjiu whispered as he stared at the world in front of him that gradually stopped undulating.
"The same goes for this."
Fusiro pointed to the "plasticine space" that was being connected bit by bit and slowly joined together, and said: "Have you ever thought about why the trees and stones wrapped in it will not be dispersed into The most basic molecular form is integrated into the surrounding world, but the person who is included will definitely die?"
Lin Sanjiu was startled.
"Could it be that... the 'plasticine space' intentionally melts and disperses human beings?"
"Yes, that's right." Fu Xiro sighed again and raised his right hand again. "For it, this is a hunt...the prey is me, you, and everyone sleeping on the spacecraft behind you."
"Then how do you tame it again?" Before the words came out of Lin Sanjiu's throat, Fu Xiluo had already gently, almost without thinking, stretched his right hand into the "plasticine space" "inside.
As soon as he stretched it in, the appearance of his right hand suddenly changed; the shape of the five fingers could no longer be distinguished, and the whole hand looked like a tissue that had been soaked in water for a long time, white and white, as if it was about to transform. of.
"Your hand——"
"It's okay, it was like this when we first entered. You were almost the same just now." Fusiro looked at his hand and replied quietly: "There are two ways to tame it, one is through external One way to suppress oppression is through internal checks and balances. The first method cannot be used because the 'plasticine space' will rush left and right in order to escape, and it will be difficult to avoid accidents."
Accident refers to...
Lin Sanjiu looked back at Exodus, who was still sleeping quietly.
It had only been a few minutes since she saw the figure in the woods; all sounds and movements were firmly isolated from Exodus, and everyone on the ship must not have even noticed anything strange.
Imagining what Gift Bao, Bohemia and the others were probably doing now, she couldn't help but smile softly.
"...Fu Xilao?"
"Huh?" Fu Xiro seemed to be focusing on his right hand without looking back, and his voice sounded a little labored. Even for him, it may not be easy to resist being melted and scattered.
"Let me tell everyone the truth tomorrow," Lin Sanjiu said softly, "They should know it too."
Fu Xiro turned his head, revealing half of his face.
The darkness in his eyes fluctuated, as if there was still a bit of disbelief, and as if he was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, the situation would change, he smiled softly and said in an angry voice: "...Okay. ”
Countdown to energy delivery—12:03
Such a tricky and deadly thing as the "plasticine space" soon became unable to resist Fu Siro. He tightened it little by little, compressed it little by little, and finally turned into another object of his—— Fu Xiluo didn't hide anything at all, and told Lin Sanjiu all the specific principles one by one; but even if she understood, she didn't have the strength to do the same.
"I thought the friends I knew were already top-notch masters," Lin Sanjiu sighed, "But compared with you and Nuwa..."
"In the end, we still couldn't find out what she was here to do." Fu Xilao seemed to be a little annoyed.
Now that Nuwa is here, I’m afraid the future progress will be different.
But...she didn't know what the future would be like before the change, so even if Nuwa's arrival changed part of her destiny, Lin Sanjiu still couldn't feel much sense of reality or worry.
On the contrary, the reason why she came to Fusiro was reminded of her again at this moment - what did the books in her and Kurosawa's hands mean?
As the two of them walked towards Exodus one after another, Lin Sanjiu thought about it, and the card turned into a thin book, which was rolled into her hand. She didn't understand why, she felt a little nervous inexplicably, and she cleared her throat, then turned around, wanting to ask Fu Xiro a question - but before she could completely turn her head, she was suddenly startled and stopped in her tracks.
...A thin booklet?
The book, which is so thick and dull that no one can read it, makes a loud sound when it hits the ground. But after the cards were removed, why did it become a "thin booklet"?
Lin Sanjiu lowered his head ~IndoMTL.com~ and his eyes fell on the book in his hand.
She did not call the wrong card 100%, there is no doubt about that. However, the book that had been de-carded was no longer the one she and Kurosawa had seen; the book in her hand only had about twenty pages, and it was obviously a thin picture album, as if it were a children's picture album. Because the hand-drawn cover shows a little boy lying on the grass and looking up at the stars.
...This time, Lin Sanjiu knew that she could understand.
Do you want to open it? You can go back and take a look, right? You shouldn’t be anxious about this?
"Small wine?"
Just when Lin Sanjiu put her finger between the cover and the first page, Fu Xilao suddenly called out from behind, and he seemed to have stopped at some unknown moment.
I paused for too long this time, and my hands are a little raw. There are a few paragraphs in yesterday’s chapter that need to be slightly changed, because I feel that the wording is not accurate and the plot is not expressed... But the problem is not big, I can wait to publish it. I changed it when I was a burglar, and I'm exhausted now.
Hey, I haven’t updated for 3 weeks, and my hand is raw. What should I do after it’s finished? How have other authors solved this problem?
(End of this chapter)