Doomsday Wonderland

Lin Sanjiu had never had such a strong desire to kill the puppet master.

She was hit by the shot put, was knocked away, stood up, rushed back to the track, and was hit by the shot put again... It sounded like she could just follow this process to last one minute, but she greatly underestimated the intensity of the shot put in the last minute.

The puppet master's words were as effective as the rules of the game; as soon as he finished speaking, the remaining players and puppets suddenly seemed to be crazy, and the shot put that shot through the air in an endless stream was like Wave after wave of tsunami.

When Lin Sanjiu was knocked out by the shot put again, a "4" just appeared on the ground beneath her feet.

...This is the second time in a row that she has been beaten away. After she was hit by a shot put last time, before she even had time to rush back to the track, she was hit back a long distance by another shot put. Breathing heavily, Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes and her heart suddenly tightened. .

The runway she had just left behind was already covered with hundreds of densely packed bright lines; before even one line disappeared, countless shot balls landed, and more shiny parabolas were drawn behind the ball. .

The net composed of parabolas quickly spread across the sky, and soon there was no room to hide. There were shot balls flying in the air from far and near - "Damn it!" Lin Sanjiu cursed, and there was no movement under his feet. Not daring to stop, she drove the rocket and rushed towards the distant runway again, trying to circle back to the runway before the shot put hit her.

However, the shot put thrown by the evolvers with various means was really too fast. She had just taken two steps forward when another shot put hit her mid-step. With a "boom", she was knocked far away again - this time, she was further away from the runway. Not to mention, the ground was on the ground. The number also changed to "3" at the same time.

"Why do you keep getting hit!" The Queen of Soul grabbed Lin Sanjiu's shoulders tightly and shouted as if she hated the iron. "Go around, go around, run forward!"

It really hurts my back to stand and talk!

In an instant, countless curses ran through Lin Sanjiu's mind, but she could not utter a single word. Now, from her nose to her chest and abdomen, it was as if she was being burned on fire, and all her breath was being burned. As if running wasn't enough, my lungs hurt.

If she was hit by a shot put again, she would be completely out of the competition. God knows what kind of punishment this ghost world will give her. Lin Sanjiu gritted her teeth and turned on the first gear of the rocket for a second.

"It's hard to get around her," Fatty Bai said in the middle of his fair words. He immediately took a mouthful of the fierce wind that suddenly intensified; this time it almost lifted his skull off. When he finally saw the scenery around him clearly again, Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the edge of the runway with one foot.

"Squat down!" Fatty Bai suddenly screamed, causing Lin Sanjiu to freeze in shock - almost at the same time she stopped her feet and squatted on the ground, a shot put came from above her head. He jumped forward, leaving a shining parabola in mid-air.

"Don't move!" The Queen of Soul also shouted suddenly, and at the same time, Lin Sanjiu's pure touch was also activated - she immediately tightened her muscles and stopped her tendency to pounce forward; At this moment, another shot put passed in front of her, and a bright line was also drawn in front of her.

In this brief moment, Lin Sanjiu had a parabola floating above her head and in front of her, confining her to this small space.

What exactly were these parabolas? She had the answer in the next second.

She was not the only one who followed No. 17's method and chose to be hit by a shot put; during the half second that Lin Sanjiu squatted on the spot, a figure suddenly appeared faintly on the side of the track in front of her. Figure - She only knew one person who participated in the race in this way.

The bearded man appeared from the air, and when he stepped onto the runway, the number behind him had just jumped to "8"; then, he twisted his body and hit a parabola in front of her. superior.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning. When Lin Sanjiu wanted to sound a warning, it was already too late.

The shiny parabola trembled in the air, as excited as a trap that finally caught its prey; the big beard remained motionless, being pulled by the bright line from one end to the other, and then disappeared on the runway——

When the parabola was completely extinguished, neither the big beard nor the bright line itself seemed to have ever existed.

"What...what..." Lin Sanjiu was stunned. For a moment, she couldn't feel anything except shock.

"What else, run!"

The Queen of Soul screamed, and she was so shocked that she suddenly came back to her senses; Lin Sanjiu glanced back and realized that the time was approaching, so she immediately jumped up and rushed forward - but at this time, on the runway in front of her, there was something unknown. It was already covered with strands of parabolas, some were disappearing, and some had just taken shape; these parabolas formed a wide and dense net, obviously thrown by the shot put competitors in advance, with the purpose of blocking the race at the rear. player.

Lin Sanjiu cursed secretly, made a decisive decision, turned around and rushed out of the runway.

Judging from what the puppeteer said just now, it seems that the contestants in the shot put competition must throw all the shot put on the ground within a limited time - even though there are only about 300 players, the pile is like a mountain and a vast ocean. There are more than thousands of shot put; if the puppeteer had not ordered these players to throw all the shot put within one minute, at least there would be some space for dodge and maneuver on the track.

But now, Lin Sanjiu had no choice but to be forced far away from the runway by the dense parabola - she didn't even know how far she had to run, because behind her, in front of her, above her head, under her feet, almost everywhere They were all covered with shiny parabolas; there was barely a runner visible within the field of vision.

If the gift bag had been lucky just now, he felt like he had been poured down by a basin of ice and snow, and his face turned pale.

"Why... why?" He turned around suddenly and raised his voice to the puppet master: "What happened to my sister? Do you have to kill her?"

The man wrapped tightly in black leather didn't even look at him, he just squinted at the shot putter in the distance. Amid the screams of "I don't have a ball!" "Where are the people? Where are they?", the shot put players who were not puppets were disappearing one by one - when they threw the last When a shot put missed and hit the ground, they were pulled forward by something invisible and immediately disappeared into the air.

The puppet master watched for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu.net, and dusted the non-existent dust on the corners of his clothes out of boredom. Then he turned his head and seemed to hear the voice of the gift bag: "What did you say?"

The courage that the gift bag had gained from the momentary anger had already melted away after being left out for a few seconds. With his eyes red, he murmured: "My sister..."

"Your sister," the puppeteer interrupted him and sneered sarcastically: "You are a cheap sister who you recognize halfway. You have no other ability. The only thing you have is that you never die when it's time to die."

Libao immediately opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but reason tried his best to restrain himself; upon seeing this, the puppet master lowered his eyelids and whispered gloomily: "If you don't believe me, look back."

For a moment, Libao almost thought that he would strike him when he turned back - but if the other party wanted to kill him, there was no need to trick him into turning back first; Libao hesitated for half a second, and finally plucked up the courage to look at the runway.

"Eh?" He glanced around the venue, and his eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

Disappointed, the puppeteer sounded unhappy: "She ran away again."