Doomsday Wonderland

Now is the time of day when the sun is the strongest. There were deep cracks and cracks everywhere on the ground. The dust and yellow sand were spreading in the venomous heat, making it difficult to breathe. It made people feel as if they were going to suffocate to death in the next second.

At this time, the surviving people usually find some shady places to sleep, instead of like now, twenty or thirty people sitting in the sun around a white tent, enduring the torture of the high temperature.

Although everyone was sweating and looked extremely uncomfortable, for some reason, no one stood up and left - everyone just sat there and glanced in the direction of the tent from time to time.

This one-person-high tent is made of thermal insulation fabric. It will be very cool if you sit in it.

At this time, the entrance to the tent was tightly closed.

"This guy is really good at putting on airs, I'm almost dying of heat..."

From the side of the thigh of a gentle-looking young man, a low curse suddenly came from the side. The young man hurriedly held down the thing he was talking about, revealed a pair of gray gloves that were obviously made of socks, and scolded softly. Said: "Don't cause trouble! If we let them hear it, we will be in trouble."

Under his palm, a brown rabbit with small pink carrots painted on its fur stretched out dissatisfiedly.

"Damn it, you just have a bad ability, and you can be so domineering..." It muttered in the end.

In fact, Hu Changzai felt the same way - but unlike the willful rabbit, he had great self-control and still sat upright.

After waiting under the scorching sun for a while, there was suddenly some movement in the quiet tent. At first, it seemed that there were just some rustling sounds of clothing, but as the people's breathing became heavier and heavier, soon, the fabric of the tent could no longer cover up the sound of the woman humming - sitting outside the tent. People made a little commotion, and then everyone seemed to have heard nothing and lowered their heads.

After the male and female voices turned into excited shouts at the same time, about ten minutes later, the tent door was opened, and a woman with a flushed face and **** came out.

She was holding the zipper of her skirt behind her back with one hand, and as soon as she took one foot out, someone said at the right time: "Miss Meihuan, is Mr. Ah awake from his nap?"

The woman called Mei Huan glanced at the speaker with watery eyes and smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. Ah just got up and is a little thirsty. The next person will get a bargain, just prepare some for Mr. Ah If you have fresh fruit, you can come in and get your visa.”

As soon as she finished speaking, these twenty or thirty people, including Hu Changzai, couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

In the past, fresh fruit was nothing, but in the extreme temperature hell——

"Miss Meihuan, you know that fruits can't be preserved at all. Can you think of juice? I have several flavors here." A middle-aged man asked hurriedly.

Juice is the best situation, and the others only have some mineral water at best, so no one spoke for a while. Mei Huan snorted, turned around and entered the tent without comment. After a while, she poked her head out and said, "The one with the juice, come in!"

The middle-aged man went in with a happy face - yes, the visa officer surnamed A paid a high price for each visa. If he could exchange a few bottles of juice for a visa, he really made a profit.

"I don't know what he will ask of us later." Hu Changzai sighed worriedly, "We only have a few special items that we can get our hands on."

While he was talking, Mei Huan walked up to him, holding a small notebook in her hand, and raised her chin at him: "Hey, how many visas do you want to apply for?"

"Oh, I, I'm not here to apply for a visa, I'm here to check the names of two people to see if they have issued a visa..."

"Searching people?" Mei Huan paused with the pen in her hand, rolled her eyes, and looked at him a few times: "Searching people is very valuable! What's your name?"

Hu Changzai responded hurriedly: "One is named Lin Sanjiu, and the other is named Hai Tianqing... Yes, the wine for drinking is the sea of ​​the sea."

Lin Sanjiu's blow indeed sent people flying to the horizon. When Hu Chang got up from the ground, he found that everything around him was very strange. After walking for two days, he realized that he was already in another place in a neighboring province. In the city. It was also his luck that he was knocked away so far and met the rabbit again soon.

But then, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find any trace of Lin Hai.

Just when they were really helpless, they happened to hear that a visa officer from the outside world had come nearby. The news spread widely, and it reached the ears of Xiaojiu and the others. Maybe they came to see the visa officer?

Just like that, one person and one rabbit came with a slim hope.

After registering, Mei Huan lazily returned to the tent. It happened that the middle-aged man who had just entered also stepped out, but his face didn't look very good. A young man immediately asked in a friendly manner: "What's wrong? Didn't you get the visa?"

"I got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand, not very interested. "I gave away three boxes of juice, but I only got a visa to the B-class world."

The young man immediately took a breath: "Oh, B-level! That's a bit difficult... Where did you want to go?"

"Needless to say, of course it's the central twelve realms!" The middle-aged man said nothing more, just sighed and left.

Hu Changzai listened in confusion, hearing the middle-aged man's footsteps disappearing away. He grabbed the young man and asked in a low voice: "For the visa officer, which world is the best place to issue a visa?" Is there any difference? Why not give that person the visa he wanted?"

The young man had long yellow hair. After hearing this, he glanced sideways at him and laughed: "First time?"

He nodded.

The yellow-haired young man said, "No wonder," and stopped talking. He just played with the two glass balls in his hands. Hu Changzai waited patiently for a while. Seeing that he still had no intention of continuing, he felt a little anxious. He was about to ask when he heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who was leaving just now stopped.

Hu Changzai raised his head and glanced. The middle-aged man was standing at the end of the street. His figure was half the size of before. He seemed to be looking at something in the distance with his head raised.

Immediately, his cry was heard near the tent: "Puppet Master!"

Hu Changzai's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"The puppet master, is it really him?"

"Why is he here?"

"I x, should we avoid it first..."

Immediately afterwards, everyone around him stood up one after another, and the whispers and uneasy atmosphere instantly infected everyone.

The distance of one street is really not that far - the whispers have not yet fallen, and the people who want to avoid have not had time to take a step, the appearance of the puppet master has been clearly imprinted on everyone's retinas, and the next second, He was already standing in front of the tent.

Compared with when he was at the dock, the puppet master has not changed much: he still has the same strange clothes and pale skin, but the gold powder around his eyes has turned into red. The biggest change was the people following him.

There is no one who looks like a plastic mannequin.

Whether it's the woman in her thirties, the tall man who's 1.9 meters tall, or the short girl... everyone's hair, skin, and pores are all full of lifelike reality. One young man even had a pimple on his face - obviously, they couldn't be plastic models.

However, everyone's eyes were equally empty and their movements were stiff. Other than that, the only thing they probably had in common was the stitches on their necks - it looked like each had had surgery on their throat.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and someone swallowed loudly.

A few people who didn't know the puppet master were also shocked by this scene. For a moment, no one spoke, and no one dared to move - the puppet master was famous for being moody, and no one was willing to act rashly to make him unhappy.

Mei Huan came out of the tent with a pale face and a somewhat confused expression: "Master Puppet Master, why are you here..."

"Are you a visa officer?" the puppeteer asked with a wooden face.

Mei Huan glanced at him quietly and tightened her arms, making the groove on her chest appear deeper: "No, Mr. Ah just..."

The next moment, she was thrown heavily back into the tent by a gust of wind. The tent could not withstand the force, and the supports suddenly fell over.

"Why don't you tell the visa officer to get out of here!"

A sweaty fat man emerged from the collapsed tent: "Hello, Mr. Puppet Master... I am A Xianxian. It is an honor to meet you... It was me just now. Sorry, do you want to issue a visa?"

The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled enthusiastically: "Are you going back to the central twelve realms? I'll give it to you right now..."

"Wait a minute." The puppet master called out and stopped his short legs from moving back. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net said leisurely: "Before you issue a visa, first find a name for me."

The fat man wiped his sweat and said, "You say it, you say it."

As if sensing something, the puppet master's eyes roamed around the field, frowned his eyebrows, and then slowly uttered a name: "Lin Sanjiu."

Mei Huan, who was tremblingly crawling out of the tent, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously answered: "...Drinking wine?"

The puppet master's sharp gaze, reminiscent of a jackal, immediately focused on her: "Do you know this person?"

"No, no, no, it's... it's like this. There was someone just now who wanted to check this name..."

All she wanted now was that the puppet master would look away from her and quickly pointed out: "He's right over there, and he brought a rabbit with him... Huh?"

Where she pointed, a young man with yellow hair hurriedly jumped to the side, revealing an empty place behind. r1152

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