Chapter 1846

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As long as it's an opponent who can see and touch, there's nothing to be afraid of - when Lin Sanjiu's eyes turned to the big white face in the sky, this was the first thought in her mind.

After a few seconds, the second thought became: this battle can't be fought.

The geisha like face suddenly shrank back after intersecting her four eyes, and retreated into the boundless night, so fast that she almost thought she had an illusion; Lin Sanjiu hurriedly twisted his body and glanced around quickly. I don't know how many large vases were still standing quietly as before, but I couldn't find the face anywhere.

"Muxin," Lin Sanjiu made a quick decision, hurried back to the vase just now, bowed his head and shouted into the dark mouth of the bottle, "listen to me, I need you to describe an ability for me!"

"What ability?"

"Mine -" she suddenly stopped.

She stopped and looked down into the mouth of the bottle.

Is the sound of Muxin like this?

"You talk," just as Lin Sanjiu stared at the darkness in the bottle mouth, he heard the next sentence buzzing out of the vase: "is it someone who can let you fight -"

Halfway through that sentence, she had jumped out like a conditioned reflex and blocked her ears again; [Pygmalion collar] it's cool to stick it on your neck, but it's not hot at all. Before anything that spoke in the vase popped out of her face, she immediately jumped on it again and kicked the vase to pieces.

The vase cracked, splashed countless pieces of large and small, and poured all over the concrete floor; However, there was nothing in the debris. There is no Muxin, nor the huge face like a Geisha.

"Cassia!" Lin Sanjiu pressed the paper ball in his ears with both hands, and his eyes swept over the shadow of one faint vase after another: "where are you, stretch out your hand!"

All the furniture and vases were painted dark and lifeless. In just a few seconds, everything was silent again, as if what had just happened was an illusion.

No matter which vase it is, there is no human palm out.

Lin Sanjiu waited for a few seconds in disbelief and walked slowly forward along the vase. That should be the real Muxin just now. She can't leave him alone. "Muxin, where are you?" She cried in a low voice, and her voice sounded strange in her ears blocked with paper balls.

Separated by the paper ball, she can also feel the silence around her; Lin Sanjiu put down his hands and stopped rubbing his ears to make noise. She carefully pulled each vase over for a look, and each vase was only a dark piece. The mouth of the bottle is about the size of a head, and it can't accommodate the shoulders of any adult. Maybe this is why Mu Xin didn't come out just now.

The interior, cracks and holes of furniture are actually channels in another space; Lin Sanjiu thought for a moment, and suddenly patted his forehead, and couldn't help sighing - she suddenly understood why she couldn't find Muxin.

If she couldn't get out of the vase, she would naturally give up the vase and find a passageway that could let her out; Lin Sanjiu was alert to the night around him, and rushed to the other end with a big stride. He couldn't help complaining about his two silly words in his heart.

On the edge of the end of the vase array, countless large cabinets are arranged askew. Among the furniture around here, only those cabinets are large enough for an adult man to push the door out.

Lin Sanjiu quickly passed through the vase and hurried a few steps closer to the overcoats; The horizontal and vertical shadows of the wardrobe stood at night, close to each other, and only narrow gaps were left between the cabinets.

As soon as she got close, she suddenly heard a bang of "Dang", which penetrated the paper ball and came into her ear. Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes and found the source of the sound.

A wardrobe door opened.

Because the gap between the wardrobes was too narrow, the door only opened a small half and hit the opposite wardrobe.

Lin Sanjiu held his breath, pressed his fingers on the paper ball, and was always ready to knead them; She stared at the half open wardrobe door and didn't say a word.

Is it Muxin?

A vague shadow shook under the cabinet door and took it back; Maybe it's a foot, but Lin Sangjiu is not sure. The man cursed something in a low voice and shook the cabinet door hard. It seemed that he was trying to squeeze out of the cabinet door, but it rustled for a long time. In addition to the creaking of the cabinet door, he still couldn't squeeze into the narrow gap.

Lin Sanjiu slowly took a step and opened [a glittering Ding in the sky].

"It's true," the voice behind the cabinet door was blurred by the paper ball. She probably heard these words. "Why is it so narrow..."

Just as she was about to take the second step, the man behind the door suddenly became quiet for a moment. As if she felt her presence, the wardrobe door suddenly gently recovered a little, and then a line of white appeared in the space above.

That line of white gradually stretched out, forming a nose with a tall shape and white skin; As soon as his eyes fell, Lin Sanjiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief - she just knew that nose, it was bolva!

Polva's nose was very careful to probe out, and gradually revealed her forehead, chin and eyes in the shadow... "Is there anyone here?" He asked softly in his voice, not as if he wanted to find out if there was anyone nearby, but as if he was afraid of frightening someone.

Polva may not be parsed well. As soon as he meets danger, he can shed layers of "body" like a golden cicada, which is equivalent to several more lives than others; Moreover, he has been with the puppet master. If there is a real situation to analyze him, he will become the person who does not need to be analyzed.

Lin Sanjiu thought as he slowly approached the wardrobe. Even if this person is also a "replica", as long as it is a face-to-face battle, she is not afraid at all - at most, her teeth are a little tired.

"Who?"

Bai Pang hid behind the wardrobe door and suddenly shouted again - he obviously felt someone.

Lin Sanjiu has quietly walked between the two wardrobes. Although she is thin and can barely walk in the narrow air by leaning sideways, she will inevitably make a noise; Just as she leaned against a wardrobe and stopped, she felt that the board of the wardrobe suddenly vibrated slightly, and then something seemed to suddenly hit the row of wardrobe.

The cupboard door clanged, and she was inspired to find that polva behind the cupboard door seemed to be hit by that thing; Lin Sanjiu didn't have time to react. She saw bolva's face suddenly fly out from behind the door - a head crossed the night sky, hit the opposite wardrobe, and rolled on the ground.

That's polva's head; His eyes were black and empty, his neck was broken, and his skin was in a mess, as if he had been bitten by countless rats.

However, Lin Sanjiu's eyes were not on bolva's decapitation at this time.

Her eyes followed her head to the ground, and at the same time, they fell on the big white face that stretched out from under the wardrobe door. The geisha like face loomed out, and before she knew it, it was almost touching her calf.

"Lin San Jiu!"

Suddenly, there was another cry in the wardrobe, telling her to stop the whip in her hand; Muxin's voice seemed to come from some distant place, and it sounded vaguely floating: "there is also a channel in the furniture, I'm not -"

It seems that he thought Lin Sanjiu hadn't found this, but this sentence wasted the only chance for the two to communicate.

Because just after Muxin said this sentence, the geisha's face suddenly opened its mouth; Knowing what it was going to do, Lin San Jiu hurriedly covered his ears with his hands and rubbed the paper ball in his ears. It seemed that Muxin was still shouting something in the wardrobe, but she couldn't hear a word clearly.

In this case, not only can she not let Muxin help her start the collar, she can't even trust the Muxin in the wardrobe - because from the impact just now, it seems that he is now living in the same wardrobe with the big face of a Geisha.

Lin Sanjiu didn't want to touch the geisha's face with his hand at all; Just as she waved her hand and called out the [tornado whip], her snow-white face did the same trick again, shrinking back and retracting into the wardrobe.

The sound of Muxin immediately disappeared.