Chapter 1921

Lin Sanjiu has never experienced this kind of rain.

Everyone has been watered by the rainstorm; But for the first time, she was deprived of all her senses by the rainstorm.

The rain was so fierce that there was no pause. Whether it was skin touch, vision, breathing or thinking ability, they were broken and dispersed under the rainstorm and rain, washed away in a rush, leaving only the numb and permanent cold rain, as if it occupied her whole existence.

Even if the world avalanches, probably not more difficult than the rainstorm at the moment. She was blind in the rain, suffocating, and unconsciously released her hand, but no matter which direction she struggled in, she couldn't find a trace of air.

Maybe the puppet master will really become a copy, and they will all die here

After a lot of effort, Lin Sanjiu finally squeezed out a piece of consciousness to block his eyebrows and barely saw the world blackened by the rainstorm.

The boy beside him seemed to disappear at some time.

But this is not the most surprising thing for her.

She slowly raised her head and narrowed her eyes. From the dense curtain like rain column, she stared at the sky breaking into torrential rain. The dark undulating buildings were scattered by the rain, and the ink and waterfall flowed down the world like the background cloth.

The lake, grass or moonlight have long disappeared, and the whole copy seems to be broken tears that can't hold up at last. In a moment when it's short but feels long and long but only a few breaths, it's about to flow out.

Not formed... The copy is not formed.

For a moment, she felt that she was almost falling, collapsing on the ground and being washed away by the current.

"Puppet master!" Lin Sanjiu shouted hurriedly, quickly wiping out the rain from the corners of his eyes on his face. "Great witch!"

Her heart beat so fast that she seemed to break her bones. Lin Sanjiu felt that it must be the failure of the replica of the puppet master, and he was vaguely afraid of another small possibility; At this time, she was standing in a shallow, rapidly narrowing ink water, looking around and turning around - her shoulder hit another person.

The Puppeteer bowed his head and was soaked in rain like her.

From his drooping black eyelashes, on the tip of his nose, and on his earlobes, the rain like broken beads is trickling down; The dark wet hair was pasted on his increasingly pale cheek, as if he was the only one in the world to be drained of color. The water drops on the black leather seemed to fall to the earth with a small part of him, which made her involuntarily think of the black city in the rain just now.

Lin Sanjiu turned half his body, so he was fixed in place. She removed her eyes from the Puppeteer's face, and her lips opened a line and closed again.

The water flows in circles, narrows rapidly from their feet and disappears, revealing more and more sand lands in the replica space.

She suddenly sighed.

"... great."

He still looked at the ground and his hands, as if in a daze. After two seconds, he slowly raised his hands and wiped the water off his face.

Seeing him so quiet, Lin Sanjiu was not used to it - especially when she thought of stepping on the lotus leaf with a Yun not long ago - she coughed and asked in a low voice, "are you all right? The great witch is all right? You don't know how much time I spent looking for you..."

The puppet master's eyelashes moved slightly, and gradually raised a pair of eyes. His eyes were immersed in the bright powder of light and darkness, as if a mass of naked darkness was pierced between sharp broken diamonds.

At the moment of contact with Lin Sanjiu's four eyes, he suddenly shivered and closed his eyes, and then, in a long, silent silence, released a breath from his chest.

"Sure enough, it's you," murmured lighter than breath, leaving an illusion of coldness when it brushed against my ears. "... it's just you."

Why didn't you know she was here before?

Is it true that the puppet master has almost no self-awareness in the process of copying?

Lin San Jiu was not sure what he meant; Even if she gets it right, nine times out of ten she doesn't know what to say. Only one thing she knew very well was that they didn't have the luxury of standing in place and discussing what had just happened.

"There are several copies surrounding us nearby," she whispered. "If you're OK, we have to run quickly now!"

As her voice fell, the last bit of water transformed by the city copy also ran out from their feet.

Lin Sanjiu has already seen that when the replicas start fighting against the two people, it must be the moment when they are completely exposed in the replica space.

She didn't have time to say more, grabbed the dejected wet feather on the Puppeteer's wrist - she still remembered not to have physical contact with him - and shouted "over there!" As expected, the puppet master pulled his wrist back heavily, and the two jumped at the pine forest in the direction of Lin Sanjiu at almost the same time.

In the dungeon space, the puppet division must also be suppressed in physical strength and combat power; But when the black figure ran, even the wind excited by his footsteps was fast as if to extinguish people's breath.

Lin Sanjiu was already seriously exhausted. At this time, he ran wildly for only a few seconds, but he fell farther and farther away from him. It was really urgent and funny. When he was about to shout, he saw a sudden meal at the feet of the puppet division in front of him, and hurriedly stopped in the wind and sand.

From behind a pine tree, half of the snow-white head just poked out suddenly shrank back.

"... what?" The Puppeteer seemed to be resisting disgust and asked, "copy?"

"No, no, that's mine! It's easy to use," Lin Sanjiu cried out, and rushed past him constantly under his feet, "renben, come back quickly!"

If the Puppeteer had something to say, he wouldn't have a chance to say - she hadn't touched the pine tree where the man was hiding, and the earth shook heavily and almost threw her off her feet. Even without looking back, Lin Sanjiu intuitively realized the reason; The look she cast from her shoulder quickly made her heart sink.

The earth trembled one after another.

Whenever a replica of a human figure falls on the ground like a shell, it will cause a big earthquake as if it is about to break up. The mountains shook up, and countless forests rang in clusters. A huge human stone statue broke out between the calling trees, and the footsteps rumbled up; A round wheel rolled towards the two at high speed, leaving a virtual shadow behind; A voice shouted angrily from afar, "she is also human. There are two human beings here!"

If caught in the middle of those copies, she and the puppet master may no longer have the hope of surviving as human beings.

"Run!" She shouted.

"What else do you think I will do?" Before the cry, the puppet master had rushed up again, his mouth faster than his feet: "stay and have tea with them?"

If you save your sarcastic strength, you may be able to pull her to run faster.

The reaction speed of humanism is far from being compared with that of the two; It was also confused by the upheaval in the rear. When the two rushed close to the pine forest, it just turned around and ran away before it made a head.

While desperately thinking about what to do in her mind, Lin Sanjiu's hand also stretched out to renben - once she found that renben was better than a corpse, she gave birth to a deep-rooted reluctance.

... however, why is it so coincidental that jenben also came here?

The ability of "seed" didn't leave a little chance for ben to struggle, so he swallowed it with his mouth open; When Lin Sanjiu wanted to look back at the pursuers behind him, his eyes crossed his arms, and a piece of ballpoint pen line flashed through the afterlight.

She remembered immediately.

Is it the power of "meeting an old friend in another country" that attracts people here?

If the coil is still nearby... Isn't there always a fear of conflict between copies? If they catch it again, as long as the copy behind them hesitates a little, they may have a chance to escape.

"Foreign land!"

Lin San Jiu didn't have time to shout his full name for so long; She ran wildly among the pines and shouted in the sand and dust wind, "old friend, come here, or let me pass, hurry up!"

Even when running for her life, the puppet master's low cool voice still clearly passed into her ears: "... I almost forgot that you are especially good at mixing with ghosts."

My mother, finally finished! I want to learn how to make clothes by myself. Coincidentally, when I was a child, my family made clothes. My mother gradually turned a small shop into a factory, which was made by clothes one by one. As for the fact that the factory was destroyed a little bit later, it is another ghost story.