Now is the time of day when the sun is at its strongest. The ground is covered with deep cracks, and dust and yellow sand are rising in the venomous heat. It is even difficult to breathe, making people feel as if they will die in the next second.
About to suffocate.
At this time, the surviving people would usually find some shady places to sleep, instead of like now, where twenty or thirty people sit around a white tent in the sun, 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 so good at putting on airs, I'm almost dying of heat."
A low curse suddenly came from next to the thigh of a gentle-looking young man. The young man quickly pressed the object that was speaking, revealing a pair of gray gloves on his hands that were obviously made of socks, and softly scolded: "
Don't make trouble! If we let them hear us, we'll be in trouble."
He squeezed out a rabbit head from his palm, a brown rabbit with a small pink carrot on its fur, and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Damn, it's just a broken ability, and it still dominates like this..." it muttered.
In fact, Hu Changzai felt the same way - but unlike the wayward rabbit, he still sat upright.
After waiting under the scorching sun for a long time, there was finally movement in the quiet tent. Some rustling sounds of clothing, and the sound of people breathing became heavier and heavier - the people sitting outside the tent, for a moment,
There was a little commotion, and then everyone seemed to have heard nothing and lowered their heads.
About ten minutes later, the tent door was opened, and a woman with a flushed face came out.
She held 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, has Mr. Ah woke up from his nap?"
The woman called Mei Huan glanced at the speaker with watery eyes: "Mr. Ah just got up and is a little thirsty. If anyone can provide Mr. Ah with some fresh fruit, you can come in and get a visa."
As soon as she finished speaking, 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 also know that fruit cannot be preserved. 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 on them, so no one spoke for a while. Meihuan turned around and entered the tent without comment. After a while, he poked his head out and said: "The one with 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. He could exchange a few bottles of juice for a visa, so 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..."
"Checking people?" Mei Huan paused with the pen in her hand and looked at him a few times: "That's 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, the sea of the sea."
Lin Sanjiu's blow indeed sent people flying to the horizon - after Hu Chang got up from the ground, he walked for a long time and found that he was already in a neighboring province. It was also his luck that he was knocked away
So far away, we unexpectedly 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. Thinking that Lin Sanjiu might come to see the visa officer, one person and one rabbit also came with a slim hope.
.
After completing the registration, Mei Huan returned to the tent and passed by the middle-aged man who came out; however, the latter's face did not look good. Someone immediately asked: "What's wrong? Didn't you get the visa?"
"I got it," the middle-aged man shook a piece of paper in his hand without much interest. "I gave away three boxes of juice, but in the end I only got a visa to the B-class world."
The young man immediately took a breath: "Oh, Class B! That's a bit dangerous, why not pass it randomly... 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 footsteps of the middle-aged man disappearing away. He stopped the person who was speaking and asked in a low voice: "For the visa officer, which world visa is given?"
Is there any difference? Why not give that person the visa he wanted?"
The man had long hair. After hearing this, he cast a sidelong glance at him and sneered: "First time?"
He nodded.
The long-haired young man said "No wonder" and stopped talking. He just played with the two glass balls in his hands. Hu Changzai waited for a while and saw that he still had no intention of continuing.
I was anxious and was about to ask when I heard the regular footsteps of the middle-aged man who was leaving just now stopped.
Hu Changzai raised his head and glanced, and saw the small figure of the middle-aged man standing at the end of the street, seeming to be looking into the distance with his head raised - then his exclamation was heard back near the tent: "Doll
division!"
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 whispers and an uneasy atmosphere instantly infected everyone.
The distance of one street is really not that far - before the whispers have stopped, and before the people who want to avoid have time to take a step, the puppet master has clearly appeared in everyone's field of vision; it seems that he has not taken much steps.
But 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 powder - the biggest change is the person 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 alive and real. There's a young man's.
There was even a pimple on their face - obviously, they couldn't be plastic models.
However, everyone's eyes are equally empty, and their joints are stiff when moving; everyone's neck has thick and twisted threads sewn on it - it looks like everyone has had an operation 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 while, 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.
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 the visa officer?" the puppeteer asked with a wooden face.
Mei Huan glanced at him quietly: "No, Mr. Ah is 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 immediately emerged from the collapsed tent fabric: "Isn't this the puppet master? I am A Xianxian, do you want to apply for a visa?"
The puppet master glanced at him, and the fat man immediately smiled enthusiastically: "Do you want to go back to the central twelve realms? You make a price, and I will give it to you..."
Somehow, he still had the guts to ask for a price when facing the puppet master.
"Wait a minute." The puppet master called out, stopping his short legs from moving back, and said leisurely: "Before you issue a visa, please find a name for me."
The fat man wiped his sweat and said, "You tell me."
As if sensing something, the puppet master's eyes roamed around the field, frowned his eyebrows, and then slowly spit out a name: "Lin Sanjiu."
Mei Huan, who was shivering and crawling out of the tent, was stunned for a moment and subconsciously answered: "...Wine for drinking?"
The puppet master's sharp eyes immediately focused on her: "Do you know this person?"
"No, no, no, it's...that's the case. There was someone just now who wanted to check this name..."
Now she just wanted the puppet master to look away from her, and quickly pointed out: "He's right 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.
