Doomsday Wonderland - Vol 9 Chapter 2382

Chapter 2382 Picture Book Boy

…If it wasn’t for protecting the companions behind him, Fuxiluo could have easily escaped this “plasticine rain” right?

When this idea broke into Lin Sanjiu’s mind, it was also the time when the pain after the consciousness was forcibly pulled away and cut off was slightly relieved.

She seemed to be rolling down from the endless twisting of blades, and finally found that she did not know when she was kneeling on the ground, her limbs were on the ground, her whole body was trembling, and there was a faint pain in her throat that seemed to be cracked.

Panting, Lin Sanjiu turned her head in the direction of the woods, and saw a scene she would never forget.

…Did she see it because she entered the “plasticine space” once?

With the dark forest as the center, countless “plasticine” are shooting out in all directions, like the fragments of stars that exploded and bloomed after death and shattered, turning into whistling meteors covering the sky and the earth.

Every group of “plasticine” is invisible, and wherever it is drawn, it will show the appearance and color corresponding to the surrounding space; with their rapid strokes, the “plasticine” is also constantly flickering and changing-for a moment, the world under the night seems to be sparkling, the air, trees, night stars… When countless “plasticine” rubs by, they undulate and sway, and their luster fluctuates.

For a moment, Lin Sanjiu could only sit on the ground and stare blankly; the glimmer of light reflected from countless “plasticine” changes, reflected the boiling starry sky in her vision.

Under the countless meteors with changing luster, Fu Xiluo’s back was standing straight in front of him.

Just as she thought, Fu Xiluo had no room to hide at this moment—as long as he left the place, Lin Sanjiu behind him, Exodus, and his companions in Exodus would be pounced on by countless “plasticines”; however, no matter how Lin Sanjiu thought about it, how Fu Xiluo could stop the “plasticine” that spread across the sky and the earth like meteors in a short period of time.

Fu Xiluo raised his right arm, fingers bluffing.

She can still vaguely feel that the part of her consciousness that was pulled out and cut off, like a dying snake, managed to maintain a complete shape and did not dissipate; at this moment, it was faintly twitching and struggling in Fu Xiluo’s hand, gradually turning into a “plasticine space”.

“Go ahead,”

Fu Xiluo uttered two words in a low voice, and the consciousness in his hand suddenly burst into white light, as if the explosive device in it had been detonated—in an instant, the consciousness that once belonged to Lin Sanjiu was turned into countless fragments. With a wave of his arm, like thousands of fast bullets, a strong wind was blown up, and he rushed head-on into the night between heaven and earth.

Lin Sanjiu’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood.

Could it be that Fu Xiluo wanted to use tens of thousands of points of consciousness to meet the “plasticine” that came like thousands of meteors?

It seems that he didn’t activate any evolution ability; that is to say, Fu Xiluo judged the speed and direction of countless “shooting stars” completely with his own eyesight, and shot out so many fragments of consciousness with his own physical strength… Is this really something a human can do?

You know, if you let a few “plasticine” rush through the defensive line and land on Exodus, it will be a big trouble…

However, it was as if someone had carefully calculated the trajectory, direction and distance of each collision. Wherever Lin Sanjiu looked, every bit of consciousness precisely met a small piece of “plasticine”.

For a moment, it was as if countless small fireworks were blooming on the water: clouds in the dark night, the border between the woods and the sky, swaying tall wildflowers… all due to the impact of countless “plasticine”, the waves opened up circles of texture.

“It’s blocked,” she murmured, in disbelief: “It’s really blocked!”

“It’s not over yet,” Fuxiluo said in a low voice, “Next you have to be more careful.”

Before he finished speaking, Lin Sanjiu understood what he meant.

The consciousness eroded by the “plasticine” hit the “plasticine” again. Although the two collided and resolved the momentum, countless “plasticines” stopped, temporarily keeping Lin Sanjiu and Exodus from being touched; but this also meant that the space between the sky and the earth became a piece of cloth that was full of holes and covered with plasticine spaces that were gradually expanding.

“Wait, can’t they be connected?” Lin Sanjiu was startled when he thought of this. “So many ‘plasticine’ expanding from countless places at the same time…”

“Well, in the end it will become a plasticine space that is several times larger than what I released just now.” Fuxiluo sighed and said, “But I have to connect them.”

“Why?”

“It’s troublesome to tame a huge guy again, but what’s more troublesome is to tame so many plasticine spaces one by one. It’s easier to tame one than a thousand.” Fuxiluo said without looking back: “Didn’t you say that your humanoid objects are alive when you are on the spaceship?”

“Yes, I said it… and abilities too, I found that they seem to have their own growth process.” Lin Sanjiu stared at the world that gradually stopped undulating in front of him, and said in a low voice.

“It’s the same with this one.”

Fuxiluo pointed to the “plasticine space” that was connecting little by little and slowly joining together in front of him, and said, “Have you ever thought about why the trees and stones wrapped in it are not dispersed into the most basic molecular form and blended into the surrounding world, but the people who are wrapped in it will undoubtedly die?”

Lin Sanjiu was startled.

“Could it be… that the ‘plasticine space’ consciously melted away humans?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Fu Xiluo sighed again, and raised his right hand again. “For it, this is a hunt… the prey is me, you, and everyone sleeping on the spaceship behind you.”

“Then how do you tame it again?” Lin Sanjiu hadn’t even uttered the words from Lin Sanjiu’s throat. Fu Xiluo had already gently, almost without thinking, stretched his right hand into the “plasticine space”.

Just as soon as he stretched it in, the right hand changed instantly; the shapes of the five fingers could no longer be distinguished, and the whole hand was like a facial tissue that had been soaked in water for a long time, floating white and about to transform into shape.

“your hands-”

“It’s okay, it was the same when I first entered. You were similar just now.” Fuxiluo looked at his hand and replied quietly: “There are two ways to tame it, one is through external oppression, and the other is through internal checks and balances. The first method cannot be used, because the ‘plasticine space’ will rush left and right in order to escape, and it will be difficult to avoid accidents at that time.”

Accident means…

Lin Sanjiu looked back at Exodus who was still sleeping peacefully.

It was actually only a few minutes since she saw the figure in the woods; all sounds and movements were firmly isolated from Exodus, presumably everyone on the boat hadn’t even noticed the strangeness.

After imagining what Libao, Bohemia and others were probably doing now, she couldn’t help but smiled slightly.

“… Fushiro?”

“Huh?” Fu Xiluo seemed to focus all his attention on his right hand, without turning his head, his voice seemed to be struggling. Even for him, it might not be easy to resist being melted and dispersed.

“Let me tell everyone the truth tomorrow,” Lin Sanjiu said softly, “They should also know.”

Fu Xiluo turned his head, revealing half of his face.

The dark water in his eyes fluctuated, as if he still couldn’t believe it, and seemed to be afraid that his voice would change the situation, he smiled lightly, and said in a breathy voice: “…OK.”

Countdown to energy delivery—12:03

A tricky and deadly thing like the “Plasticine Space” couldn’t resist Fu Xiluo after a while, and was tightened and compressed by him a little bit, and finally became another object of his – Fu Xiluo didn’t hide it at all, and told Lin Sanjiu the specific principles one by one; but even if she understood, she didn’t have the strength to do the same.

“I thought the friends I knew were already top-notch experts,” Lin Sanjiu sighed, “but compared to you and Nuwa…”

“In the end, I still couldn’t find out what she was here for.” Fu Xiluo seemed a little annoyed.

Nuwa came here, I am afraid that the future progress will be different.

But…she didn’t know what the future would look like before the changes happened, so even if Nuwa’s arrival changed part of her destiny, Lin Sanjiu still couldn’t feel much reality or worry.

On the contrary, it was the reason for coming to Fu Xiluo, which she remembered again at this moment – what is the meaning of the book in her and Kuozawaji’s hands?

When the two walked towards Exodus one after the other, Lin Sanjiu had a thought, and the card turned into a thin booklet, which was caught in her palm. She didn’t understand why, she was a little nervous for no reason, she cleared her throat, and then she turned her head, wanting to ask Fu Xiluo a question—but before she could turn her head completely, she herself was taken aback suddenly, and stopped in her tracks.

…thin booklet?

That thick and dull book, so hard to read, made a loud noise when it hit the ground. But after de-cardization, why did it become a “thin booklet”?

Lin Sanjiu lowered his head, his gaze fell on the book in his hand.

She was 100 percent correct in calling the wrong card, there was no doubt about that. However, the book that has been de-carded again is no longer the one she and Kuizei saw; the one in her hand has only about twenty pages, and it is obviously a thin picture book, like a children’s picture book, because on the hand-painted cover is a little boy lying on the grass and looking up at the starry sky.

… This time, Lin Sanjiu knew that he could understand it.

Do you want to open it? It’s okay to go back and see, shouldn’t you be in a hurry?

“Small wine?”

Just when Lin Sanjiu put his fingers between the cover and the first page, Fu Xiluo suddenly called out behind him, and he seemed to stop at some point.

I stopped for too long this time, and my hands are a little raw. There are a few paragraphs in yesterday’s chapter that need to be slightly revised, because I feel that the wording is not accurate, and the plot is not expressed… But the problem is not big, and I can change it when the next anti-theft is released. I am exhausted now.

Hey, I haven’t updated for 3 weeks, and my hand gave birth, what should I do after the end? How do other authors approach this problem?