Chapter 489

... the air immediately fell silent, and spent a long few seconds in a shock.

The carpet was overhead, and there was not even a mark left on the place where the black cloth shoes had stepped just now.

Look at the old woman who was stretched and sucked up just now. It seems that she should stick to the ceiling at this time; Just looking up, the ceiling was naturally empty: a big living man disappeared from this floor in the blink of an eye.

Qing Jiuliu blinked, and her long eyelashes flashed a few times.

If his body below his neck was still as unconscious as a stone, he was afraid that he would think he had just had a dream... With a daze, he turned his eyes in the direction of Ji Shanqing, and then was stunned.

At this time, the gift bag was looking at Chaoqing Jiuliu's back, as if his face was incredible; He opened his lips and was about to say something, but he was suddenly hit in the stomach - before a surprised expression could fully emerge, he immediately wrinkled a small face with pain.

Qing Jiuliu suddenly became excited and suddenly turned his head.

Not far behind him, Lin Sanjiu was standing by the water entry railing of the swimming pool, holding his nose in one hand and a card in the other. Her lips were tightly pursed, as if afraid of leaking a trace of air. Her face was flushed, and her forehead had long been covered with blue veins.

Obviously, she has been holding her breath for a while.

"Have you recovered?" Qing Jiuliu blurted out immediately.

"When breathing, you will suffer from depression", so it's reasonable to say that if you don't breathe, you should be able to get rid of the influence of depression temporarily - but even if he can figure out this, he still has a lot of questions: "this... What's going on? Since you thought of this method, how can you recover now? And... What about the old woman?"

Lin Sanjiu pinched his nose and shook his head hard, but he didn't know what she meant; With a flick of her hand, she threw out the paper and pen on the ground. She nodded hard in the direction of the corridor, and then turned her hand around her face for a few times.

Qing Jiuliu looked at her in confusion. Although we don't know the situation yet, the atmosphere has quietly relaxed a lot.

Even for the evolutionist, it can't last long when he can't breathe, so every second is very painful and precious; Lin Sanjiu obviously didn't believe that she could talk with her mouth open without inhaling air - she quickly pointed to the corridor again, desperately circling beside her face; This time, she also blushed and added an action of covering her mouth with her hands.

Qing Jiuliu was tired of lifting his neck, and simply fell on the floor - he looked like a dog watching humans do stupid things, still with a blank face.

Lin Sanjiu's veins jumped a few times on her forehead - just when she was secretly anxious, the gift bag finally gave a "ah", and finally saved her: "I understand!"

Before Qing Jiuliu turned his head and asked, the gift bag hurriedly piled up and shouted to the corridor, "thorn diagram! Thorn diagram, you come in!"

There was a pause in the corridor: "I won't enter."

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes, as if trying to control himself.

"Come in! It's all right now. I won't lie to you!"

"It's all right?" Thorn figure muttered a few words in a low voice, as if asking for the advice of the communication box; After a few seconds, he raised his voice and asked, "where is the old woman?"

The gift bag jammed its shell and avoided answering, "don't worry, it's safe now! Come in quickly, we need your help."

... after a long time like ten years, a pair of bright yellow eyes cautiously popped out from the corner of the corridor. His eyes turned around, and he saw that there was no shadow of the old woman around. Finally, he gradually rose again, revealing a long face full of doubt.

"Help what?"

"Go and cover my sister's nose and mouth, that is, Lin Daqiang. Don't let her breathe." The gift bag said quickly.

Qing Jiuliu also reacted at this time and hurriedly added, "if you want to fight with her, at least wait until -"

Thorn figure waved his hand and interrupted him, a little embarrassed: "Oh, no, that's actually a misunderstanding. She can still continue to be a candidate."

"OK, everything is fine, hurry up..." the gift bag didn't finish saying a word, and got a hit again.

Prick Tu frowned and looked at Lin San Jiu with his head. Obviously, he still didn't want to come in; After thinking for a while, he suddenly waved his hand in her direction - as if he felt something. Lin Sanjiu quickly put his hand down. Almost immediately, the skin on her face appeared dents pressed by something, and her nose was a little flat.

"This is the tail tip of [shy Python]," thorn figure explained to the other two people, "I didn't try hard."

Lin Sanjiu seemed to have finally settled down and rushed to the side of the pen and paper; She held a card in her left hand and pressed the paper. With her right hand, she scribbled line after line. Because she was too anxious, the nib even scratched several places on the paper.

After writing a paragraph, Lin Sanjiu stretched his arm, approached Qing Jiuliu, and pushed the paper and card out together.

"... I heard from you that among her consequences is' schizophrenia ', does it mean that she caused the end of the world? So I took a risk." Qing Jiuliu read here and looked up at Ji Shanqing. Seeing the latter's serious face, he turned his head and said, "Hey, the gift bag said that the old lady must see the target with her own eyes before she can start, so she shouldn't be... Ah, good, good, I'll continue reading."

He put his chin on the note, like a snake that can't move.

"I just called out [the card of Nostradamus] - it specially absorbs the doomsday factor - if the old lady did make the doomsday, then I may be able to put her away with this card."

... after reading this, qingjiuliu's voice paused and stared at the second half of the sentence: "I didn't expect that she was really put away by me!"

After this messy handwriting, there is a big exclamation point; When Lin Sanjiu wrote this sentence, his mood was obviously also very unstable - the exclamation point was almost startlingly dark.

Qing Jiuliu slowly looked up at the card next to the note, his mouth open; The battery icon now shows "23%".

... is the old woman in this card?

For a moment, none of them could speak, and the air was so quiet that they could breathe - several pairs of eyes were fixed on [Nostradamus card], and for a long time, no one made a sound.

Lin Sanjiu grabbed the note, wrote another paragraph, and pushed it back expressionless again - now her face is curled by the snake tail, and her face is pressed flat and flat. Even if she wants to express herself, it is difficult, and she can only communicate through words.

"What? She has to see it with her own eyes? Didn't you first suspect that she created the end?"

After Qing Jiuliu finished reading, he remembered that when he was talking with Ji Shanqing, he specially lowered his voice; Lin Sanjiu, standing in the distance, was still immersed in the influence of depression at that time, and must have happened not to hear it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing heavily - fortunately, she didn't hear!

"There are indeed doubts here, but now it is clear that the end of the world is indeed man-made." Qing Jiuliu couldn't help looking at the card again and asked, "don't worry about this... Didn't you tell me that you can't card live creatures?"

"Since she can be put away by the card," the gift bag on one side suddenly made a noise, "that means she is not alive!"

Lin Sanjiu subconsciously wanted to nod his head, but he couldn't move his neck. Then he remembered that the python was still wrapped around his face, so he had to blink his exposed eyes quickly.

"That's all right," the gift bag panted. "There are too many things wrong with the old lady. When she sits on me, I can hardly feel her weight and temperature - and who can be held alive like that?"

"Not a living person, then what is she? A degenerate?"

I don't know when, thorn figure also came from the back of the corner. He still held the communication box in his hand. On the screen with low pixels, an interesting face, No. 46, was shining.

If anyone can guess what the old woman is, I'm afraid it's only Lin Sanjiu.

After all, when she was at Ruyue station, she once became something similar to the old woman.

In fact, at the moment when the old woman was absorbed by the card, Lin Sanjiu stared at the card in his hand, and a guess had vaguely floated in his heart.

... this old woman, can't someone build it with consciousness?

Now think carefully, this guess is really not impossible.

First of all, the old woman must meet the two conditions of "non living creature" and "doomsday factor" at the same time before she can be absorbed by [Nostradamus card]; At this point, the soul clan is a good counterexample.

The doomsday factor is already obvious, which must be the evolutionary ability she shows; So, what "non living creature" can have the evolutionary ability of an evolutor?

Although Lin Sanjiu, as a conscious body, couldn't use evolutionary ability at Ruyue station, it was basically because her abilities were based on the body; Once the physical foundation changes, whether she becomes a conscious body or an old hen, her ability will be abolished.

But what if someone's evolutionary ability is completely decoupled from the body?

Once you think of this, the rest is logical: the old woman's [concept collision] is actually the ability of the master behind her, not her own - "old woman" is probably just a created consciousness.

Moreover, unlike Lin Sanjiu in Ruyue station, the consciousness body of "old woman" is obviously carefully constructed: she is like a motor vehicle on the battlefield, leaving almost all the parts she can, just to carry the most powerful weapon.

What Lin Sanjiu cares about most is that such a big person as the old woman, after being absorbed, only takes up 23% of the card capacity - does this mean that the consciousness that constitutes the old woman is actually only a little bit?

That is to say, after a creator turned the whole world into a madman, he sent an image constructed by himself with a wisp of consciousness and came back here again

All kinds of thoughts flowed like streams from Lin Sanjiu's brain. Although there were still many questions, her thoughts were finally interrupted by a glance cast by No. 46.

Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyelids and didn't write down the idea just now. He just wrote a sentence on the paper: "no, I have to breathe."

It's true: if she doesn't breathe, she'll feel like her brain is going to explode.

With a wave of thorn figure's hand, [shy Python] quickly moved away from his tail, and Lin Sanjiu immediately breathed heavily; When the fresh air flowed into her chest, her happiness, which was as cool as water, could not last long. Her expression soon became significantly gloomy again, and her expression became stiff.

The "depression" imposed by the old woman on her has developed to a very serious stage, only a few steps away from death; Therefore, as soon as depression came back, Lin Sanjiu's thoughts immediately slowed down and became heavy as if he had fallen a heavy load. He just stared at his hands, and for a moment he even forgot the question he had just thought.

Seeing that her face was gradually no longer red, she showed a look as if she wanted to hide away at once; [shy Python] immediately entangled Lin Sanjiu's mouth and nose again, and took advantage of the situation to drag her back a few steps.

After breathing stopped, and nearly a minute passed, Lin Sanjiu picked up the pen again.

"Why didn't you remember to stop breathing?" Qing Jiuliu asked with a little wink.

"Because depression is too serious, I can't afford to help myself at all," Lin Sanjiu wrote with a bow. "Although I thought that there would be no depression without breathing, I can't even do such a simple thing."

"Then you -"

"Didn't the old woman want me to commit suicide?" She quickly left lines of ink on the paper with a pen: "I just thought, I might as well use this method to die; if the depression disappears, it's OK. If it doesn't disappear, I'll die by chance - when I can't hold back, I'm ready to jump into the water."

The gift bag gasped.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at him, then reached out and touched the [Nostradamus card] on the ground, and wrote on the paper: "... The doomsday factors absorbed by this card can be released by me again; maybe I can replace the effects on all of us by this method."

When Qing Jiuliu read out this sentence, the gift bag almost cried - he had been beaten for so long, and his nose and face were already swollen and unbearable; He couldn't even stay where he was. He could only roll over like a ball for a while and then roll over - at this time, his eyes turned red when he heard that there was hope.

Lin San Jiu didn't waste any time anymore, so he pinched [Nostradamus card].

When her heart moved, two rows of identical subtitles appeared in the air next to her fingers.

When Ji Shanqing and Qing Jiuliu saw these two lines of subtitles, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and smile - maybe they were lucky, and there were several less serious consequences in the subtitles they came out for the first time; For example, "hungry", "sleeping for three days", and so on.

"Sister, sister, give it to me first, give it to me first!" The gift bag just fell to the ground, glanced at the subtitle, and jumped up again: "I'm going crazy!"

Lin Sanjiu sighed in his heart, chose a condition casually, and quickly ordered twice; As soon as her fingers fell, one end of the gift bag was ear length and short hair suddenly grew slowly, and dropped smoothly and obediently all the way down her chest - this time, he looked completely like a little girl.

Ji Shanqing was stunned, as if he didn't believe it, and waited vigilantly for a while. When he was sure that the inexplicable force finally stopped hitting him, his face lit up - just looked up again and found that Lin Sanjiu's eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the subtitles disappeared from the air.

"What's the matter?"

Lin Sanjiu slowly raised his hand and showed them [Nostradamus card]. The number on that battery has dropped from 23% to 16%.

No. 46 in the communication box gave a "ouch" sound when the busy thorn figure had not reacted.

"No." Lin Sanjiu grabbed the pen and paper and wrote, "every time [concept collision] is cast, 7% will be consumed from the card. That is to say, one of the four of us cannot recover."

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