Ah...it turns out that the brain without parasites...is so healthy and full of nutrients...
While the two of them were still stunned in place, the Queen Mother's rumbling, heavy sigh rang out in people's minds.
Lin Sanjiu turned around and looked at Sibaan, and found that both of them were extremely pale and ugly. Everyone who was attracted to Shambhala was driven by parasites in their brains; now Mim has become
The first victim who had no parasites but was still eaten by the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother's voice seemed to be too loud, causing Lin Sanjiu's mind to buzz, and she couldn't hear the sound of the tape recorder at all.
First time... first time absorbing a parasite-free brain...
Great, great, it murmured, I have become so much stronger so quickly...
After saying these words, the Queen Mother stopped talking again. The voices in her mind stopped, but her brogue was still eerily silent.
The sound of the tape recorder did not sound as Lin Sanjiu imagined.
Both of them were stunned at the same time. Every move they made now had to be done through a struggle with themselves. Lin Sanjiu paused, and then covered his eyes with one hand to prevent himself from accidentally seeing the Queen Mother.
, then quickly turned her head and glanced - after a struggle, the tape recorder had been pushed into the distance. At this time, she could only vaguely see that the tape in the fuselage seemed to have stopped spinning.
"Why does it have no sound?" Sebastian asked in a low voice. He didn't seem to recognize the tape recorder.
"...It seems we need to rewind. Can you call your goddess to remind us?"
"No, she is unreliable - even for a short while, as time goes by, she will probably start talking nonsense that no one can understand."
"Then I need to get the tape recorder," Lin Sanjiu replied hurriedly. As she spoke, she felt that her memory had a faint tendency to drift away again - she realized that the two of them were almost gone now.
Forced to a dead end.
"Isn't it possible?" Siba'an asked, tapping his temple and tilting his head slightly.
"It's almost over," Lin Sanjiu said with a sigh, "I don't know if it's because of the parasites that have been active in my brain. It seems that the time I can retain my memory is getting shorter and shorter. I have to immediately-"
"No, wait a minute." Siba'an stopped her in a low voice - he looked up at the painter and gestured to Lin Sanjiu; she immediately understood what he meant and nodded to the painter. The figure was special.
The object immediately sat down again and took out a blank canvas from his arms. He turned the easel sideways so that the two of them could see the scene on the canvas in real time.
When he began to smear on the canvas, Lin Sanjiu suddenly took a deep breath. The blond man asked softly: "How's it going? Did you forget about it?"
He didn't get a reply. After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu slowly raised her head, her eyes blank. She just opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Siba'an suddenly interrupted her: "Don't move, listen.
I said."
She abruptly stopped turning her neck a little, looked at him and frowned.
Sibaan's voice was clear and low, and he told her the current situation again in the most concise way.
"Do you have an impression? Okay," he raised his finger and pointed at the recorder in the distance, "When you go to get it, always pay attention to the movements of the queen on the canvas. I'm going to start recording time in your memory."
What if he forgets it himself while recording the time?
Now was obviously not a good time to talk about this matter; Lin Sanjiu suppressed his doubts, looked at the canvas, and rushed towards the recorder - the most inked thing on the canvas was the Queen Mother: her brain took up more than half of it.
It has a rustic accent, but its dark red flesh color still continues to spread under the artist's brush, and it seems that it is about to touch the two small human figures.
She has experienced so many apocalyptic worlds, and this is the first time she has encountered such a situation: she can't even look at her enemy, she can't think of fighting or attacking at all, and she can't even blow a blast of wind behind her. Mother
The king is too huge, [Unfinished Painting] cannot absorb it, and Sibaan's special items must be paid at the cost of personal injury; and the most imminent problem is her wandering memory that can disappear at any time.
.
This situation is not even the worst: at least the mother queen has not released those purple-black long worms for the time being, sucking the two of them into her cracks.
Is there really a way to win?
She smoothly grabbed the tape recorder, hit the rewind button, turned around and rushed back - when Si Ba'an rushed up to her and grabbed her arm, Lin Sanjiu turned her head blankly: "What, what's wrong?
?”
"Twelve seconds." After looking closer, I realized that there was a faint sweat on his forehead, and a few strands of wet blond hair fell down, shining with a bright light. This time Sibaan's explanation
Urgent and fast, as if he was being chased by something - almost as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his forehead and sucked in a hissing breath from between his teeth.
It was his turn to forget.
Every reminder can evoke a vague impression in their brains; however, this impression becomes weaker and more blurred each time. Compared with when Mim was still alive a few minutes ago, Lin Sanjiu's
The rate of memory deterioration is alarming.
The window left for them to take action is rapidly narrowing.
"Ten, twelve seconds?" Siba'an pressed his forehead and gasped. "You reminded me just now that it took at least... six or seven seconds, right?"
"Almost... we need to quickly formulate a strategy the next time we recover our memories," Lin Sanjiu sighed anxiously, because she was constantly at war with her own will, making her even more irritable and intolerable. "We need to."
Otherwise, if it continues to deteriorate at this rate, there will always be times when we forget about it before we finish listening to the recording."
Fortunately, they lost their memories at different times, and they were still able to look after each other to prevent each other from turning their heads and looking back. When Lin Sanjiu's memory was awakened again, the painter had just finished his painting. A piece of soil started from
He flew up from his feet and rushed straight into the painting, filling it in completely. As soon as their eyes glanced at the painting, they were both speechless.
On the canvas outside the soil, a dark red brain so big that it almost makes people breathless is sticking tightly behind the two of them, opening a deep crack toward them in the shadow. Mim's brain
The body was so thin that it was almost invisible, with only a thin edge left.
Judging from the realistic and vivid painting, there is only an arm's length distance between them and the crack on the mother queen's body.
Even at this point, they still couldn't think of harming it; the biggest resistance they could do was to run away. The painter seemed to be frightened, and he rolled up the easel in a panic and picked it up.
The bucket followed step by step.
The two of them stopped in the shadow behind the container and finally took a breath; before the breath was finished, Lin Sanjiu experienced amnesia again.
The parasite in her brain seemed to be getting worse during her repeated confrontations - this time when she suddenly fell into a daze, she thought for a moment that she had just separated from the gift bag and the Queen of Soul, and had just left the data stream.
Sent by the warehouse.
"...remember it?" a familiar voice asked in his ear.
Lin Sanjiu blinked blankly, and suddenly grabbed his arm: "Maybe I have a way to deal with the Queen Mother!"
"What?"
"Even if I had thought of this method earlier, I still wouldn't be able to use it...Give me all your weapons," she hurriedly ordered, "Then I want you to repeat a description of your abilities to me!"
Without any hesitation, Sibaan dropped all the auction items in the arsenal on the ground in one breath, making the pile as high as a person.
"The situation... the situation is different. I don't know if it will work or not, but I can only try!" Lin Sanjiu got closer to Siba'an before losing his memory again, and gave all the instructions in one breath -
- The other party was obviously surprised. He looked at Lin Sanjiu, whose eyes were slowly becoming confused, and didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"So you know that person," he whispered, perhaps because he was aware of what was about to happen, his voice trembling slightly. "You have the ability to turn corpses into puppets and let them attack freely...
…That’s the ability of a puppet master in his early stages.”
[Pygmalion Collar] is effective for five minutes, which is already too long for Lin Sanjiu's poor memory; Siba'an reached out and touched her neck, staying on the bandage for a few seconds.
He nodded and continued: "You have to make Mim's headless corpse... into a puppet, and let him take weapons and attack the Queen Mother for us."
When she suddenly understood the situation, she couldn't help but let out a trembling syllable from her throat. "The puppet master doesn't have a headless puppet," Sibaan's voice was like the rustling wind behind her ears, sounding distant and distant.
Fuzzy: "So...we can only pray that they don't rely on their heads to move their bodies like humans."
Lin Sanjiu closed her eyes tightly, not knowing how many seconds she had left. But before her memory disappeared, she heard the sound of regular footsteps, walking from far to near, step by step.
The direction of the container - it seemed as long as a century, and it seemed that it was only a breath away, the footsteps had already reached the two of them.
She slowly opened her eyes, and saw a thin and thin body in front of her - no head, only empty shoulders; the fracture was covered by messy flesh and clothing, and it looked dark and unrealistic.
Mim, who had lost his head, still paused as he had in life, bent down, and selected a long black combat bag from a pile of weapons that looked like a hill.
It's exactly the same as the battle bag that Siba'an gave him. I was stuck on this chapter, but I finally finished it. I stopped reading and the magic spell of He Shibi came into effect again! Thanks to Duo-chan and Nagisa smoke.
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