MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2132 How many more do you have left to live?

Chapter 2132 How many more lives can Qing Jiulu live?

[Disease Demon] It turned out to be a small cloud of dark, heavy, grainy smoke.

Even though it was wrapped in a layer of honey-colored amber, the dense fog was still floating up and down very slowly; Lin Sanjiu just stared at it for a second time, and a large cloud of smoke suddenly rushed out of the amber. As soon as she came out, the dark and dirty gray occupied her field of vision, and it was like a flood that would drown and engulf her consciousness. She was shocked, and immediately opened her eyes and blinked hard, and her field of vision returned to normal again.

Nothing happened around.

...The dark cloud that engulfed the world model of the [Medical System] was indeed the [Disease].

As for why it will take effect from the puppet master, it is a question she has no time to think about right now.

"Quick..." Pina clutched her chest with one hand, her face turning purple again, "How, how to use it?"

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes and concentrated all the strength he could muster on the [Flat World]—[Disease] is different from general special items, no matter what method Pina used just now and tried several times , it always rolls up and down in the amber heavily, and it doesn't work at all. If you are not careful, it seems to devour the mind of the person holding it.

Even the implication of those pigs seems to be able to activate it, but why can't Pina?

When Yu Yuan suddenly spoke up, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help being taken aback - after he was dumbfounded for a while, she thought that Yu Yuan's sanity was gradually drifting away.

"Give, give her..." Yu Yuan murmured, drooping his face, not looking at anyone. His whole body was tense, so tight that he even trembled involuntarily; as if he was sitting not among a few companions, but in a circle of demons that fed on him. He resisted the real fear and said, "Cards..."

Two minutes after Pina struggled to climb over and put the [Disease Demon] into Lin Sanjiu's palm, she experienced several trembling and flashing [Disease Demon], and finally turned into a card.

【Disease】

Scope-type items can be set within the body size of one person, or can be expanded to cover a large area of ​​a medium-sized city.

People who are within the effect range after the attack of [Disease Demon] will randomly suffer from a disease; it should be noted that after forming an item, [Disease Demon] loses many of its elasticity and details as an ability, so it cannot be Select the severity of the target's condition.

Unlike special items that are naturally formed, this item is transformed by the ability of the evolutionary, so as to avoid the risk that the old form of the ability will sometimes gradually disappear after the ability is upgraded.

Because of the particularity of [Disease Demon], it cannot be activated by anyone other than the master of the ability. It has only two activation methods: one, after being taken out by the ability master himself, and holding it in his hand to activate the effect of the item; two, interacting and colliding with the doomsday factor.

Yes, [Disease Demon] was originally an ability... In Lin Sanjiu's dazed mind due to a serious illness, a awakening that came too late finally arose.

In order to keep the old form of [Sick Demon], the puppet master made it into an item—in this way, its amber form suddenly made sense: Doesn't [Sick Demon] look like a man wrapped in amber. Like a little bug, was it forcibly preserved from the passage of time?

After thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu understood two things at the same time.

First, what the pigs wanted was the way the puppet masters extracted their evolutionary abilities to make special items;

Second, after the great witch took the [Card of Nostradamus], she could only watch the [Disease Demon] in her hand and couldn't do anything.

Just being in the building where the medical system is located is obviously not enough to start the [Disease Demon]; otherwise, when a few pigs show up, they should feel the change...

If you think about it carefully, although the "medical system" itself is a doomsday factor, it is also a formed, stable, and running system, which is essentially the same as the doomsday factor that roams everywhere in the air, such as radiation or poisonous gas. The difference; unless under special circumstances, the "medical system" will not react to things other than non-targets - such as [disease], and naturally it will not activate [disease] because the two are in the same room.

Just what to do now?

How can there be nothing that can go smoothly?

Pina also realized that she was in a desperate predicament, and fell to the ground, as if she had lost even the last bit of strength to support her.

Each of them was dragged to the brink of death by the severe illness. It was obvious that the solution to their illness was in their hands, but there was no way to activate it. If it was dangerous, Lin Sanjiu wanted to burst out laughing at the face of fate.

They couldn't use [Disease Demon] to save themselves, and Yuan Xiangxi - even if the great witch successfully regained Yuan Xiangxi's sobriety, I'm afraid they may not be able to come back.

Yuan Xiangxi probably doesn't know it now, and he can't protect himself: the target of those pigs is the puppet master, and for some unknown reason, the puppet master's flying machine is also added. After finding the black square and using the puppet master to open the aircraft, how could those pigs still leave Yuan Xiangxi and his party to get in the way and cause trouble?

All Lin Sanjiu could do at the moment was to remind himself over and over again not to close his eyes.

"There is no way..." Pina's face was pressed to the floor, and she whispered in a low voice: "We have no choice..."

In the dead silence when her voice fell, Yu Yuan suddenly said slowly, "...No, no."

He got up, and after a shaky pace, walked to the door of the isolation room.

"Who... who is outside?" He held the iron railing at the door with both hands, and shouted hoarsely. The low and weak voice at the beginning gradually turned into a roar and a roar; even Lin Sanjiu's MELAS syndrome and Pina's asthma seemed to be temporarily repelled by his fear and anger: "Who is outside? Quickly. Come on, we've got people here—somebody's dead!"

Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled, and he stared at the ceiling, not daring to turn his eyes to see Kuyu's direction.

As long as you don't look at it, there is still a possibility that Yu Yuan had hallucinations.

"Come on, come here..." Yu Yuan didn't know where to squeeze out the strength, but he slapped the door twice, and finally slid down the door and sat down, his eyes involuntarily turned to the empty space in the isolation room. In a corner, he said with a trembling voice: "I-I don't want to be in the same room with her... She was about to turn around, she was about to see us... Someone died, it was me, it must be me..."

Was it really his hallucination?

Before Lin Sanjiu could digest it, she felt a muffled sound on the floor shaken by a series of hurried footsteps; then, she heard someone open the door from outside.

The painter's head quickly came in through the door.

He was pale and nervous, like any nurse on the first day of work who suddenly heard that someone had died in his ward. He swept around the isolation room, and when his eyes fell on Qing Kuyu, who was no different from a corpse, he finally couldn't hold back and let out a small "ah".

Yes, they have just taken medicine, and they are critically ill patients waiting to die. If they are called otherwise, I am afraid they may not be able to call the nurse; only in the case of the dead, the nurse is the most likely to come in to see the situation. of.

If it was any other nurse who came in, I'm afraid they would have to die here today, but since the person who came in is a painter...

Perhaps, she has one last way to try.

Hope burns a few times, and now only the last few Mars remain. Lin Sanjiu's palm warmed, and the card in her hand turned into a [Disease Demon] again.

The artist is worthy of being an entry-level humanoid, and his intelligence is obviously not high enough in all aspects; he squatted beside Kiyomiku, and dazedly searched for a heartbeat on his lower abdomen for a while—naturally, he found nothing.

Seeing that he nodded solemnly, as if he had come to a conclusion, Qing Jiuruu was indeed a dead person, Lin Sanjiu finally squeezed out at this time: "Painter..."

As soon as the painter turned his head to see her, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the haze on his face suddenly became clear.

Happy what? Even Lin Sanjiu, who was so ill, was a little puzzled. Just because you saw me?

Before she could understand, the painter jumped up excitedly and hurriedly sat down beside Lin Sanjiu; when he came in, he was empty-handed, but when he sat down, for some reason, he already had a piece of paper and a paper in his hand. The pen was obviously ready to start painting at the command of Lin Sanjiu.

He was obviously not used to being a nurse. At this moment, when he thought he could go back to painting again, the painter looked very satisfied, like a dog that finally found a home.

Unexpectedly, the power of habit is so great on humanoid objects...

Naturally, Lin Sanjiu didn't have the strength to correct him, so he just opened his hand holding [Disease Demon] and whispered to him, "You..."

The painter looked at [Sick Demon] for unknown reasons, and then at Lin Sanjiu, waiting for her to finish her words with anticipation.

"eat…"

The satisfied look on the painter's face suddenly faded a bit.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Chew...it..." Talking to the painter is much more laborious than talking to the instructor.

The painter thought for a while, pointed to his open mouth, and said, "Huh?"

"Porcelain... piece." Lin Sanjiu didn't even know how he squeezed these two words out of his body.

"Ah!" The artist understood, immediately put down the pen and paper, and made an incomprehensible gesture around his mouth: "Ah, ah?"

No more, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately, God knows how many more Qing Jiuruu can live.

The experience of being able to speak immediately after eating a piece of porcelain last time seems to have left a deep impression on the painter; even if [Disease Demon] has nothing to do with the piece of porcelain, entry-level humanoid painters are still cautious, Picked it up expectantly.

Under the gaze of everyone in the room who could still open their eyes, with a long "Ah", the artist put [Disease Demon] into his mouth.

Yes, the schedule was adjusted, and it was adjusted back after three days. I have a feud with the morning sun, I can't see it, it can't see me.