Chapter 1700

When people are slapped by reality, they will want a "statement", and the degenerate species are obviously no exception.

"How is this possible!" The flat mouse wailed, and the two naked feet began to step back, "old SA, old SA! Come out, what's the matter?"

Lin Sanjiu smiled, clutching the edge of the crack with one hand and wiping his nose with the other.

In fact, the answer can't be simpler: thanks to Lin Sanjiu, who is now a counsellor, when her consciousness loosened the degenerate species that can imitate, it immediately flowed back to herself and injected into the [protective force field] she just opened - of course, no one would waste consciousness to protect the iron rope on her body - she didn't expect that she immediately bumped into the illusion trap, and there was no waste at all.

The degenerate kind of pink meat bar has a dark channel in its body, and the false image trap is the entrance of this channel: all the substances swallowed by the entrance, whether they are iron cables produced by the arsenal, explosives or human flesh snacks, all seem to evaporate gradually, melt into pieces of smoke, and finally be sucked into the depths of the "channel".

Consciousness is no exception.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't see in the dark. She could only rely on Teacher Yi's report and her own feelings, and felt that the constantly dispersed consciousness was losing rapidly like steaming smoke clouds - she was just surprised, and immediately realized that the solid iron rope that had been wound layer by layer on her body was also being chipped thinner and crisper, and after a while, it would disappear completely.

"The price of removing the iron rope," she couldn't help sighing, "it's my consciousness."

Every time a little consciousness is lost, Lin San wine must squeeze out a little new consciousness to make up; Before the iron rope was digested, she could only constantly use the residual consciousness to fill this seemingly bottomless pit.

When she concentrated on squeezing consciousness, perhaps it was because Lin Sanjiu was too quiet and cooperative, and she was still a human figure that could not be dissolved after a long time; The degenerate species who swallowed her pink meat strip seemed to notice something wrong, and the dark channel began to twist and stir, trying to fade from her.

At this time, her hands are free.

"Swallow me if you want, and spit me if you want. Am I chewing gum?" Lin Sanjiu cursed in a low voice, and felt the edge of the crack with his hand down. He felt as if he could hold it, and immediately lifted it up - the feel was very strange, as if the heavy smell of being deserted in the abandoned warehouse for a long time had adhered to form some kind of fascia like organization; Naturally, her hands were also protected by the [protective force field]. The degenerate twisted a few times like eating pain, but she couldn't shake it off or digest it, and was caught in her hands for a moment.

It has to be said that these degenerate species have a keen sense of danger.

The flat mouse suddenly didn't speak and didn't move. Only on its white curved eyes, a few black spots flickered like signal lights, as if thinking about what to do next. Among them, there is a black spot, which always stays at the edge of the eyes, covering the direction of the Miss guide; As a result, the latter tried to go to Lin Sanjiu several times, but did not dare to move.

"Don't you know what to do now?" Lin Sanjiu said almost kindly, "didn't anyone teach you that hunting is risky? Well, let me help you decide."

The sparse hair on the flat mouse's head shook slightly, and just when a black dot floated, he saw her next move.

Lin Sanjiu has been grasping the crack, not for fun.

When she was swallowed, she faintly felt that there was a certain connection between the crack and the degenerate species of pink meat; At this time, she turned a little, and her right hand was back in the center of the crack - when she had enough consciousness, her hands could not be used; Now her consciousness stock is not enough to form a strangulation force field, but because she has been supporting the crack to prevent it from closing, a large amount of air has flowed in at this time.

As long as there is air, you can start the "vortex" that Kurosawa Ji taught her.

... in the next few seconds, if we have to make an analogy that human beings can feel, it's like when a person is forced to open his mouth, someone puts a fastest running iron fan into his mouth a little bit. It doesn't matter if the mouth is not big enough, because with the crazy twisting of the iron fan, the opening will always become big enough in the flying blood and broken tooth powder.

Unlike the iron fan, Lin Sanjiu's vortex is not only stronger, but also can grow bigger and bigger, and finally swallowed up half of the hall; The ceiling, the overhead chandelier, the screen wall and an empty glass tube booth next to them were all twisted into the vortex, broken into countless pieces, and their feet were all buzzing and trembling.

In the world of several seconds, the whole exhibition hall has become a large loudspeaker: the harsh wind of the whirlpool has become the background of the foil, and the protagonist is a sharp, hissing and broken child voice. In extreme pain, it seems to tear every eardrum it touches into pieces.

Until the meat sticks degenerated and died cleanly, Lin Sanjiu didn't know where it was hiding just now.

The reason why she used the word "clean" was that in the end, she only saw the flesh, tissue and tendons thrown out of the vortex in circles, as if they were splashed with paint, which painted the exhibition hall into a hell like scene.

When the whirlpool stopped, the original skin color of Lin Sanjiu could hardly be seen. Her whole body was drenched, and only her eyes were bright and burning; She looked at the flat mouse standing in the distance, whose fur was splashed with a layer of broken blood and flesh, and whispered, "you said, why don't you let me go when I want to go? Without the iron rope, you can see how long you can last."

"Not me!"

The flat mouse suddenly stood up, revealing the stacks of human arms under his belly, and shouted, "please, believe me, it's not me who did it to you just now, that bastard grandson went back to his own body!"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

"Good girl, don't kill me, I'll say it from the beginning! Yes, it's like this. I was sleeping well in the pipe. Suddenly someone pulled the curtain, and I was suddenly awakened by the light... An asshole with short hair and wearing a staff vest said that I looked smart. Of course, I understood his mouth! When I and I reacted, my body had been controlled by him..."

The flat mouse looked sad and angry, and almost cried, as if he had been greatly wronged: "when he saw that he couldn't beat you, his consciousness went back and left me here as a scapegoat. There are such bad humans in the world. I thought only our degenerate species could do it..."