Chapter 2132 How many more lives can Qing Jiuruu live?
Chapter 2132 How many more days can Qingjiu Liu survive?
[Disease] It turned out to be a small cloud of black smoke with a very coarse and grainy texture.
Even though it was wrapped in a layer of honey-colored amber, the thick fog was still floating up and down very slowly; Lin Sanjiu just stared at it for a few more seconds, and a large cloud of smoke suddenly rushed out of the amber.
When she came out, the dark gray color occupied her field of vision in an instant, and it was like a flood that was about to submerge and engulf her mind. With a start, she immediately opened her eyes, blinked hard, and her field of vision returned to normal again.
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Nothing happened around me.
...The dark cloud that engulfed the [Medical System] world model is indeed the [Disease].
As for why it took effect from the puppet master, it was a question that she didn't have time to consider right now.
"Quickly..." Pina clutched her chest with one hand, her face turned purple again, "What, how do you use it?"
Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes and concentrated all the energy she could muster on the [Flat World] - [Disease] was different from ordinary special items. No matter what method Pina used just now, how many times she tried
This time, it kept rolling up and down heavily in the amber. It didn't work at all. If you were not careful, it seemed to swallow up the consciousness of the person holding it.
Even the pigs' implicit words seemed to be able to activate it, so why couldn't Pina?
When Yu Yuan suddenly spoke, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but be surprised - after a long moment of dull silence, she thought Yu Yuan's mind had gradually drifted away.
"Here, give it to her..." Yu Yuan murmured, lowering his face and not looking at anyone. The muscles all over his body were so tight that they were even trembling involuntarily; it was as if he was not sitting right now.
Among several companions, he sat in a circle of monsters that fed on him. He suppressed the real fear and said: "Card..."
Two minutes after Pina crawled over with difficulty and put the [Disease] into Lin Sanjiu's palm, after several trembling and flashing [Disease], it finally turned into a card.
【Disease】
Range-type items can set the effect range to within the body size of one person, or can be expanded to cover a large area of a medium-sized city.
People within the effect range of [Disease] after the attack will randomly suffer from a disease; it should be noted that after forming an object, [Disease] loses many of its flexibility and details as an ability, so it cannot
Select the severity of the target's illness.
Unlike special items that are naturally formed, this product is transformed by the ability of the evolver to avoid the risk that the old form of the ability will sometimes gradually disappear after the ability is upgraded.
Because of the special nature of [Disease], it cannot be activated by anyone other than the owner of the ability. There are only two ways to activate it: 1. After the owner of the ability takes it out, he holds it in his hand and exerts the effect of the item; 2.
, interacting and colliding with doomsday factors.
Yes, [Disease] was originally an ability... In Lin Sanjiu's mind, which was in a trance due to his serious illness, he finally came to a realization that came too late.
In order to preserve the old form of [Disease Demon], the Puppet Master made it into an object. In this way, its amber form suddenly made sense: [Disease Demon] is just like a person wrapped in amber.
Like a living insect, have they been forcibly preserved from the passage of time?
After thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu understood two things at the same time.
First, what those pigs wanted turned out to be a way for the puppeteer to extract his evolutionary abilities and make them into special items;
Secondly, after the great witch took away the [Nostradamus Card], she could only look at the [disease] in her hand and was helpless.
Just being in the building where the medical system is located is obviously not enough to activate the [disease]; otherwise, they would have felt the change as soon as the pigs showed up...
If you think about it carefully, although the "medical system" itself is a doomsday factor, it is also a formed, stable, and running system, which is essentially the same as the doomsday factors like radiation or poisonous gas that roam everywhere in the air.
Except under special circumstances, the "medical system" will not react to things other than the target - such as [disease] - and naturally it will not activate the [disease] just because the two are in the same room.
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Just what to do now?
Why can't anything go smoothly?
Pina also realized that she was in another desperate predicament. She fell to the ground, as if even the last bit of strength supporting her had been lost.
Each of them was dragged to the brink of death by serious illness. The solution to their illness was clearly in their hands, but they had no way to activate it. They could only starve to death while holding bread - if this was not the case.
Lin Sanjiu almost wanted to laugh out loud at the face of fate if he felt uncomfortable and dangerous.
They can't save themselves with [illness], and Yuan Xiangxi - even if the great witch successfully restores Yuan Xiangxi to consciousness, I'm afraid they may not be able to come back.
Yuan Xiangxi probably doesn't know yet, and he can't protect himself: the target of those pigs is the puppet master, and for some reason, the puppet master's aircraft is also included. After finding the black square, use the puppet master
After the aircraft was opened, why did those pigs still stay in the way of Yuan Xiangxi and his party, causing trouble in the future?
All Lin Sanjiu could do at this moment was to tell herself over and over again not to close her eyes.
"There is nothing we can do..." Pina pressed her face to the floor and whispered softly: "We have no other way..."
In the dead silence when her voice fell, Yu Yuan suddenly said slowly: "...No, no."
He got up and, after a shaky step, walked to the door of the isolation room.
"Who...who is outside?" He held the iron railings of the door with both hands and shouted hoarsely. The voice that was low and weak at first gradually turned into a roar and a roar; even Lin Sanjiu's MELAS syndrome
Pina's asthma seemed to be temporarily repelled by his fear and anger: "Who is outside? Come quickly, someone, we have someone here - someone is dead!"
Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled and she stared at the ceiling, not daring to turn her eyes to see the direction of Jiu Liu.
As long as you don't look at it, there is still a possibility that Yu Yuan is hallucinating.
"Hurry, come quickly..." Yu Yuan didn't know where he could squeeze out the strength, but he slapped the door twice before finally sliding down the door and sitting down, his eyes involuntarily turned to the empty isolation room.
From a corner, he said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't want to be in the same room with her... She turned around, she was about to see us... Someone died, it was me, it must be me who died...
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Is it really his hallucination?
Before Lin Sanjiu could digest it, she felt a muffled sound on the floor shaken by a series of hurried footsteps; then, she heard someone opening the door from outside.
The painter's head soon poked through the door.
His face was pale and nervous, just like any nurse on her first day at work who suddenly heard that someone had died in her ward. He glanced around the isolation room, and when his eyes fell on a body that was no different from a dead body,
When Qing Jiu left it on his body, he finally couldn't hold it back and let out a small "ah".
Yes, they have just taken medicine, and they are critically ill patients who are in isolation and waiting to die. If they call someone else, they may not be able to call the nurse; only in the case of death, the nurse is most likely to come in to see the situation.
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If any other nurse had come in, I'm afraid they would all have died here today, but since the person who came in was a painter...
Perhaps, there is one last way she can try.
Hope had been ignited and extinguished, and now only the last few sparks remained. Lin Sanjiu's palms felt hot, and the card turned into [Disease] again in her hands.
The painter is worthy of being an entry-level humanoid object, but his intelligence in all aspects is obviously not high enough; he squatted next to Qingjiuru, and searched for a heartbeat on his lower abdomen for a while - naturally he found nothing.
Seeing him nodding with a serious look on his face, as if he had come to the conclusion that Qing Jiuliu was indeed a dead man, Lin Sanjiu finally managed to say: "Painter..."
When the painter turned his head and saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the gloom on his face suddenly cleared up.
Why are you happy? Even Lin Sanjiu, who was so ill, was a little confused. Is it just because he saw me?
Before she could figure it out, the painter jumped up excitedly and hurriedly sat down next to Lin Sanjiu. When he came in, his hands were empty, but when he sat down, he somehow had an extra piece of paper and a pen in his hand.
The pen was obviously ready to start painting at Lin Sanjiu's command.
He was obviously not used to being a nurse. Just when he thought he could return to his old profession of painting, the painter looked very satisfied, like a dog that had finally found a home.
I never imagined that the power of habit can be so powerful in humanoid objects...
Naturally, Lin Sanjiu didn't have the strength to correct him, so she just opened her hand holding [Disease] and whispered to him: "You..."
The painter looked at [Disease] without knowing why, then at Lin Sanjiu, waiting expectantly for her to finish her words.
"eat……"
The satisfied look on the painter's face suddenly faded a bit.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Chew...it..." Talking to the painter is much more difficult than talking to the instructor.
The painter thought for a while, pointed to his open mouth and said, "Ah?"
"Porcelain... pieces." Lin Sanjiu didn't know how she squeezed these two words out of her body.
"Ah!" The artist understood, immediately put down the pen and paper, and made an incomprehensible gesture near his mouth: "Ah, ah?"
Not anymore, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately, God knows how many more Qing Jiuliu can survive.
The experience of being able to speak immediately after eating a piece of porcelain last time seems to have left a deep impression on the painter; even if the [disease] has nothing to do with the appearance of the porcelain piece, the entry-level painter of humanoid objects is still cautious.
He picked it up expectantly.
Under the gaze of everyone in the room who could still open their eyes, with a long "ah", the painter put the [disease] into his mouth.
Yes, my schedule was adjusted in vain, and it took three days before it was adjusted back again. I have a feud with the morning sun. I can't see it, and it can't see me.