MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2211 voice in head

Chapter 2211 The voice in my head

The moment the voice hadn't fallen, Lin Sanjiu had already known what he was going to do before even forming a complete thought. Compared with "being separated from the gift bag again", there was only one possibility that was worse: the gift bag was Orcius caught it.

Driven by a sudden burst of power, she jumped out like a cheetah, and reached out to grab the [one-way passage]; after it was activated, it became a large area that contained everything. If you want to put it away again, Instead of letting yourself fall into it, the initiator must repeat in his heart the sentence he said silently when he activated it at the beginning.

"Please, bring Yu Yuan back."

The thought flashed away; the next second, Lin Sanjiu rolled on the ground and jumped up again, her heart thumping against her breastbone—she succeeded, [One-way Passage] has been harvested as a card, otherwise, It is impossible for her to get out of the [one-way passage] space and step on the grass opposite.

"what are you doing?"

That one seemed to be a man or a woman, it could be the howling of an elephant, or the sound of metal hitting, and it sounded unhurriedly: "Are you warming up to escape?"

…what?

She has nothing in her hands.

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu thought the card had been dropped; just as she was about to lower her head, she immediately raised her gaze abruptly, staring at the magazine cover standing upright not far away and the shadow it cast.

That shadow just pressed into the [one-way passage].

"You don't think I can't even get control over an item, do you?" Occidentals seemed to smile, but it was hard to be sure; the face of the person on the magazine cover naturally wouldn't give any clues of. "For you, the restrictions of special items are the end point that cannot be crossed, unquestionably demarcating the scope of the item's effects... But for me, I just need to remove the restrictions that I don't like."

What kind of restriction is it that you can remove the restriction that can be removed?

Lin Sanjiu stood there in a daze, his gaze seemed to be glued to the gap in the secondary space in the [One-Way Passage] for a moment. The conditions for storing the item are met, but it still cannot trigger its recycling; she jumped into the [one-way passage], and then fell out without incident... It is like the clam meat being picked up and eaten by seabirds An empty shell, at this moment, can only provide Occidentus with a way to grab the gift bag without moving.

"You... how did you do it?"

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu could only hope to use dialogue to delay the steps of Occidentus as much as possible and buy a little more time for the gift package. He is so smart and has so many ways, as long as he has a little time, he can get away, right?

"You don't understand even if I explain it." There was no trace of sarcasm in Occidental's voice, because what he said was probably true. "In this world, there are not many restrictions that can stop me now... For example, who said that once you put it on, you can't take it off again?"

"It means-

Lin Sanjiu heard a slight "click".

It seemed that the porcelain plate had cracked suddenly when it was picked up, or it seemed that some kind of hook or lock cylinder had finally let go. She had never heard such a voice, let alone it was so close to her, as if it was right next to her ear...

When Mingwu came into her mind, her hand also rushed to her neck like lightning; almost at the same time, the bandage loosely tied around her neck slipped down because it could not support the [Pygmalion collar]. The weight fell to the ground together with it—the metal collar that had been with her for many years, cracked silently into pebble-sized fragments, and fell scattered in the weeds amidst the stretched white bandages.

Happened... what happened?

Even in the [medical system] where all the items were taken away, the collar was still stubbornly guarding her neck; in the item description, the collar that could not be removed except for the head was cut off... fell off?

With incredulity in mind, Lin Sanjiu subconsciously glanced at her friends in the distance, as if she wanted to ask them if what she saw was reality—this glance immediately made her forget the collar.

Yuan Xiangxi lay on the ground, his body sank into a heavy, dead stillness; it wasn't the body of a living person when he didn't move, but more like the corpse of a dead person who couldn't move anymore, although he was neither.

Qing Jiuliu nodded.

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu thought he was talking to her; but in the next second, she realized that the focus of Qing Jiuliu's eyes was not on her, but somewhere far behind her.

"Aren't you willing to have a cup?" Qing Jiuliu raised his empty hand, as if holding a cup. "Then you don't mind if I have a drink, Raff?"

…what?

Pina is washing her face. She stood on one side, bent over, took out water in handfuls from the air that didn't exist, splashed it on her face, circled her fingers, and created facial cleanser bubbles that no one could see. She washed it extremely carefully, as if she wanted to slowly wash off her skin and facial features in circular motions, until only the snow-white skull remained.

The puppeteer was sitting on the ground, a straight line of light flickered faintly on a black patent leather boot that was sticking out. He breathed steadily, his face was calm, and at first glance, there was nothing unusual; but after a few seconds passed, the only movement he made was to blink his eyes, as if he had become a—a living doll—a doll.

The big witch is the only one who still has a little hook with the real world and hasn't been completely severed; it's just that what she is suffering at this moment is probably the pain that Lin Sanjiu can't think of—even though it is so far away, Lin Sanjiu could also clearly feel that the body of the great witch seemed to have turned into a precarious cage.

In that cage that was about to fall apart, the turbulent flow of consciousness, like countless ferocious beasts, was attacking the big witch again and again, as if wanting to break her into a thousand holes and run away.

The only person who was not affected was Feng Huanyan who was shrinking her shoulders and sobbing softly. To Xiaoxius, perhaps there is no essential difference between Feng Huanyan and the grass and stones on the ground, and it is not worth his distraction to make a move.

"You..." Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, but there were waves of itchiness in his throat. This scene is too absurd; last time, Orcius fell on at least one person, but this time it was just a piece of paper, and the old woman didn't even take it out—such a ridiculous thing, how could she Don't you laugh?

"What did you do?" she asked hoarsely.

"After your gift bag is captured, can you understand what I did to them?" Occidentals asked with great interest, "It should be fine, right? Even if I reach out and continue to break the space wall, They were all caught by it, while resisting me, while trying to... um, disintegrate my power? It's interesting that you have such relatives."

He still doesn't know that the gift bag can interpret data-the gift bag is still resisting, and he can really fight against Occidentus!

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu didn't know whether her legs had softened or the ground had sunk, but she staggered and was about to lose her footing; she stumbled back from the shadow, as if she didn't dare to look again, He murmured: "Libao, run, run..."

"He won't run," said Orcius; "after him, it will be your turn."

Accompanied by the sudden shock of [One-Way Passage], Lin Sanjiu fell to the ground behind the magazine cover with a "gudong".

A few seconds later, while staring at the paper and black shadow in front of her, she quietly extended her hand to the great witch not far away.

In her struggling to bear the pain, the big witch still used amazing willpower to make silent mouth shapes to Lin Sanjiu again and again; because her facial features were distorted by pain, so that Lin Sanjiu looked After several times, it was finally confirmed that the great witch was saying "come here".

With a heavy blow, the big witch's hand soaked in cold sweat hit Lin Sanjiu's hand. A small ball of consciousness that she had spent so much effort to finally tame, melted into Lin Sanjiu's palm as if a piece of snow had dropped into hot oil.

"listen to me,"

In Lin Sanjiu's mind, the great witch's intermittent and tormented voice sounded immediately.

"I have a lot...a lot of memories are still slowly recovering, so I just remembered...I was in the 'Consciousness Starry Sky', before I was attacked by him, I just inquired about something about him."

Besides American politics, another interest of mine is keeping plants and growing vegetables. Speaking of which, why are the leaves of my potted coriander turning red? Is it because of shyness? ? Can all the old farmers here tell us about their own experiences?