Chapter 2037

"How can it not be loosened" this doubt, in the next instant, became a chilling insight.

Although consciousness forms the form of rope, it is still fundamentally different from rope; Generally speaking, as long as Lin Sanjiu interrupts the release of consciousness, it must be disconnected - just like the dam puts down the gate, there will be no water flow.

When she can't loosen her consciousness, it means one thing: she loses control of consciousness.

Paying attention to the place where consciousness hangs on the spacecraft is like being chiseled into a nail at the moment, firmly nailing Lin Sanjiu's consciousness in place and making it unable to move.

It is not accurate to say nails; Because nails don't seem to have infinite suction like this, ignoring each other's will, they are constantly absorbing consciousness from Lin San's body, forming a binding rope, which is slowly pulling them up.

"I can't cut it off." the panic in Teacher Yi's voice is getting stronger and stronger. "Consciousness has been losing. If it goes on like this, even I will -"

"What shall we do?" Lin Sanjiu almost wanted to scream, although she also understood that it was meaningless to be angry with Teacher Yi. "Is this the only way to die?"

Although affected by the high-altitude strong wind, the rope of consciousness dragged them up slowly, before her consciousness was exhausted, they might have fallen into the hands of Xiao sius long ago - Lin Sanjiu was so anxious that he suddenly had an idea and hurriedly shouted to the puppet master in his arm, "big witch, big witch! Are you still there? Can you cut off my consciousness?"

... the answer is No.

She soon felt that a strange consciousness suddenly plunged into the rope of her consciousness, as if she wanted to form a barrier; However, before Lin San Jiu was happy, he found that it not only did not separate her consciousness from the "nail", but also he was in a deep quagmire and couldn't get out - with the master and control of consciousness by the great witch, when facing the "nail" of xiaosius, he completely degenerated into the most basic and essential form, like a helpless baby.

Compared with the great witch, Lin Sanjiu's situation is worse: her consciousness is sending her to death little by little.

"The great witch just slowed down our rising speed a little," Teacher Yi said hurriedly. If she was not a manifestation of consciousness, she might be about to cry.

At this time, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt something and raised his head towards the upper spacecraft.

Under the impact of strong airflow and the turbulence of the spacecraft, neither the light in the spacecraft nor her own vision can be called clear and stable; However, she still saw a fuzzy, soft and smiling face from the flickering crack hole, waiting for them with great patience.

Once pulled up, it is the time for everyone to perish; And they are still dozens of seconds away from their doomsday.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly buried his head, and put his forehead on the puppet master's shoulder for the first time, tightly, just like a child who would try to drill into his parents' quilt when he was afraid. She listened to Yuan Xiangxi's exclamation, the silence of the woolen doll, and didn't even know whether she had shed tears; The wind was so strong and cold that her face was numb long ago.

She couldn't think of any other way to save herself: she couldn't even let go and let them fall alone - because her own consciousness had already wrapped everyone tightly.

Besides, in terms of their state, there is only a dead end to falling down?

After he and the great witch lost control of consciousness, Lin Sanjiu could not use the old woman's [concept collision] to remove their state; She thought about all the special items on her body, but she couldn't figure out which one was enough to fight against Xiao sius and create a trace of vitality for them.

At this moment, it seems that the only thing we can do is to cling to our friends and wait for the moment when we are pulled up.

At this time, the Puppeteer suddenly twisted his body, as if he was struggling to resist a force in his body that wanted to bend him down. If it weren't for the shackles of consciousness that he couldn't break free, I'm afraid he would really fall down - Lin Sanjiu was startled by his struggle, his eyes turned on his face, and found that he seemed to fall into a new nightmare: his canthus skin seemed to be cut and scratched, It quickly spread out patches of rich blood red.

Not only did the corner of his eyes turn pink, but even his lips began to turn deep blood red; The puppet master in his dream had a little less self-control than usual. The repeated anger and ferocity distorted half of his face, and every breath was like a sharp thorn, which pierced into his own chest.

"Get back..." the Puppeteer murmured, his voice vague. "Change it..."

Lin Sanjiu's mind is still entangled with unwillingness and despair, and he still hasn't completely given up the idea of survival; The Puppeteer's dreamy talk didn't even get into her ears at the moment, and the wind had already blown through her heart - the reason why she came close to listen was entirely a subconscious action.

"Just now he was on the spacecraft, and there was such a blood color," Yuan Xiangxi, who was entangled by consciousness, shouted coldly, "what does this mean? What are we doing now? What will happen next?"

While on the spacecraft?

Lin Sanjiu was stunned and suddenly understood the meaning of Yuan Xiangxi. When she was just woken up, she also glimpsed the blood red corner of the eyes on the puppet master's face - could it be said that in the puppet master's nightmare at this time, there was xiaosius?

"Change it..." he said in a dream, so vague that he couldn't hear clearly.

With just a few words, a few people were dangled up again, and Lin Sanjiu's head and shoulders were already at the bottom of the spacecraft's belly. In the corner of the cargo compartment, several large boxes that have not yet fallen out are rowing back and forth across the floor and hitting the wall with the turbulence of the spacecraft; The voice of the Puppeteer was almost completely drowned in the wind, the alarm and the impact of heavy objects.

"What did he say?" Yuan Xiangxi endured his fear and raised his voice and asked, "what's going on now... What is this?"

Lin San Jiu, where is the time to answer him? She barely heard a few dreamy words, and an idea had hit her mind like lightning. Adrenaline rushed into her blood vessels violently, and she shivered uncontrollably with cold.

"Have you?" She lowered her voice and repeatedly asked the puppeteer, "do you have such an object? Tell me, where is it?"

Even if the person trapped in the dream could hear her voice, he could not make any clear response.

Lin Sanjiu naturally knew this. Under the impact of anxiety, worry, tension and hope, his hands shook so hard that even an ordinary action was doubly difficult; While recalling the action of the Puppeteer when he took things, she desperately fumbled around his cuffs and waist. Finally, with a finger, she felt something that seemed to contain props among the feather bushes.

One by one, it's too late; The face of owl sius was gradually magnifying on their heads.

Lin Sanjiu turned the entire holding props into cards in one breath. At that moment, it seemed that [the flat world] also sensed the crisis of survival; The things inside the prop turned over from Lin Sanjiu's mind one by one at a crazy speed - when her palm turned and clung to something, she heard the voice of Xiao sius, which rang close to her head, clearly.

"It's not a doll... That's much more convenient." He said contentedly, "give it to me together with your ability to catch messengers."

In recent days, when I read the news, I saw from the west to the East and went back again. There were gloomy news everywhere. The only difference was that the degree of hell was different, but it was all hell.