When she was young, Lin Sanjiu learned from textbooks that people in ancient times believed that the sky was round and the earth was square, and the sky was like a big round hood covering the earth.

People live on a boundless and endless land, surrounded by a hood, just like mice in a test box, living a self-righteous life day by day, unaware that their lives are to others , has a purpose.

Lin Sanjiu felt that Occidentals was the glass cover on the ground.

The method of the gift package has far surpassed that of ordinary evolvers, but it can only knock out empty and useless echoes on Occidentus again and again. Of course she can make the opponent lose consciousness with one blow, and then what? Orcius remained unscathed.

No matter how many body stewards they find, as long as they kill one of them, they will face the end of being crushed to death by the god-senting Orcius.

When Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes, the man on the opposite side spoke again: "You really don't want to do anything? You don't want to rob, why are you following me? Have you taken a fancy to me?"

The temple was gloomy in the air, and even the colors were washed out.

"I haven't taken a fancy to you yet, you look like a manly woman, so black." The man said, seeing that Lin Sanjiu still didn't speak, and didn't seem angry, he looked at the temple a little greedily.

Even if he couldn't read minds, Lin Sanjiu could tell from his face that if he took the initiative, the fight would be dangerous, and whether the "God" would come to protect him and be his thug.

"Are you dumb? I'm leaving without saying a word." After all, he remained cautious, dragging the soles of his shoes, turned around and said, "It's like a neuropathy."

"That's what I think," Lin Sanjiu hid with one leg, and said to the puppeteer, "I'll use an object to restrain him first, so that he can't move, and then we'll take him back."

She sighed heavily and looked back at the man. Although he didn't understand a lot of words, he understood the gist, and knew that the two of them dared not kill him. At this moment, the white on his face faded a few bits, and the red made it up. , wanting to laugh again, but couldn't help being afraid, so he turned his head and spat on the ground, yelling, "Don't you dare to kill me? Then let your grandpa go, don't force your grandpa to do it!"

How to make Orcius lose a body steward without keeping his life? This question seems to be self-contradictory, how can she solve it?

Lin Sanjiu naturally thought about it too. She had already caught a body steward, and if she let him go for nothing, not only would she feel overwhelmed, but it might also expose their plans in the future.

"Then what do you want?" The man grabbed her hand twice, but when he couldn't move, he kicked Lin Sanjiu.

The black eyeballs under the puppeteer's eyelashes are like a black moon covered by horizontal clouds, without a trace of reality and popularity. Apparently he had no intention of digging at all.

Without looking back, Lin Sanjiu pulled the man to the front and threw him heavily to the ground.

Sure enough, no matter how hard the man struggled, it was useless, he couldn't escape the shackles, but he still had a mouth: "Fuck you, if you have the ability to kill me, I will sell you into a brothel when I free my hand..."

"What are you doing—" The man fell to the ground with a thud, he seemed to be about to run, but he couldn't move his body, so he yelled. "You...you..."

Of course, the puppeteer is not such a cautious person, so naturally he would not think of this.

She knew that she was taking food from a tiger's mouth, so she used all her strength, and she didn't dare to hold back; while holding the man's collar tightly, she swung him away like a rag with her cross arm, and at the same time, she quickly took a step forward , [Protective force field] suddenly flashed white light on half of the body, narrowly blocking the puppeteer and the dark ending he was about to bring.

She didn't have much time and couldn't let the other party react.

Lin Sanjiu stood still, watching him flick his toes and his knees out, as if everything in the space should give way to him.

It's just that miracles have their end, but Lin Sanjiu didn't expect it.

The words that the man finally rang on the top of his head made him tilt his head back in a daze.

That mouth opened immediately, sucked in a breath of cold air, and immediately poured out countless swear words; Lin Sanjiu looked down at him, his expression unmoved: "...you can save your life today , it can be regarded as your fate."

Her whole body was tense, she couldn't hear any swear words, she was only concentrating on the expression on the man's facial features that were gradually being pulled away; this was the only loophole she could think of, but she really Can you get through this hole unscathed?

The puppeteer made no sound, lowered his head, his pale, pointed chin rested in the black feathers around his neckline. He slowly rolled his eyelids towards Lin Sanjiu.

"I can't do anything about him either." Lin Sanjiu frowned, and said the second half of the sentence to the man, "but it's absolutely impossible to let you go."

Lin Sanjiu had seen him kill people; for example, Zhang Peng not long ago was alive one second and dead the next. However, in a second, a person's thoughts can already cross thousands of worlds. No matter how fast the body dies, there is always a thin line between the complete cessation of human brain activity-this thin line is the distance they risked. unimportant risk.

"When he felt that he was going to die, maybe it was the direct factor that caused the spirit descending," Lin Sanjiu said quickly. She didn't even have time to sort out her thoughts, and she rushed out at this moment, which seemed surprisingly reasonable: "Even if he didn't know it, it's not safe to attack him suddenly from the dark, no matter what No matter how fast you are, we can't guarantee that at that moment, will a thought of 'I'm going to die' flash through his mind - can your attack be faster than a thought?"

He thought that he could take the life of that body steward in an instant, and it would be too late even if Occidental descended from the gods—yes, indeed only a puppeteer would dare to make such an arrogant and ruthless decision—

"Hold him, hold him tight," Lin Sanjiu instructed, "Hurry up, do you hear me?"

At the moment when she was in a daze, the puppeteer beside her finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Then what do you think we should do?" He sneered, "Provide him with pension?"

The moment he recognized the face of the puppeteer, the cover on his face seemed to be smashed, panic and ecstasy rushed together, and a hand raised high was reflected in his wide-open eyes .

Lin Sanjiu was not moved. She lowered her head, watching him scolding one after another, watching the two mouths flying up and down, splattered with saliva, as if they had grown legs, moving from one face to another blank face superior.

Hearing this, the man seemed to be inspired by all kinds of dirty words, and he cursed louder and louder; only when he saw what Lin Sanjiu took out, he paused for a while, full of doubts. Shadows cast across his face.

After she finished speaking, she quickly added: "You don't need to dig out anything, I have suitable binding items."

His character has always been like a thundercloud; the violent and chaotic thunder and lightning rushed left and right, and when the lightning whip cracked the dark night, it set off a wave of blood under the puppeteer's moodiness. He used to never control himself, he had to release all the violence indifferently and recklessly, otherwise the thunder and lightning would smash him into pieces and burn him up—it is indeed a miracle that he can bear it for so long while considering the trade-offs.

Compared with that man, the puppeteer's height made him almost pitiful; on the back of the puppeteer's head, the black hair was shiny and wet, and when he lowered his head slightly, it fell down heavily.

A bald snow-white human figure, like a girl shyly lying down next to her lover, immediately hugged the man tightly from behind, her limbs entangled her limbs, and her body pressed her body.

She didn't see clearly what was going on, as if the space around the temple was slightly sunken and couldn't bear the weight, the long, dark shadow of the puppeteer had already stood behind the man.

"Quick, quicker," she ordered in a low voice.

That hand belonged to Lin Sanjiu.

"It really only takes a moment to kill him," Lin Sanjiu hastily stepped back from the puppet master, pulled the man up, stood in front of him, and hurriedly explained to the puppeteer : "However, the length of the death process may not be the main point that caused Occidentus to descend!"

"I'd like to see how he descends on a corpse."

Perhaps it was because Renben hadn't hunted humans for so long, and it really did a good job of "faster".

The original Renben had absorbed the facial features, appearance, personality and memory of the body steward not long ago, and let them disappear from him as if he couldn't catch a handful of sea foam.

In the short tens of seconds, the body steward has been "existing", as if he never thought of the risk of death; when he no longer exists, there are two snow-white human figures lying on the ground—even Even the clothes are gone.

Lin Sanjiu fell to the ground with a "boom", as if all his strength had been drained away.

In recent years, I have been very cautious about what books/dramas/movies I watch, mainly because I think the human spiritual world is very powerful and fragile, and the input of information can deform people. However, my fear of deformation seems not to be understood by many people...