Terror broadcast

The train stopped again not long after it started. When it arrived at a new train station, the carriage door opened automatically and people outside began to get on the train. This was the western platform.

"Su."

Hills was wearing a white suit and looked full of aristocratic temperament. Of course, he was an aristocrat himself, but he was indeed a bit of a coward today. Those who didn't know thought he was going to attend a wedding today.

"Let's all take this carriage."

Hills shouted to the man behind him.

This group of people are all from the Hills team, or the hilltop called Hills. Fat Buddha Monk and the others are also here. There are not many train carriages, but there are fewer passengers, so you can freely choose your seats. Crowded.

There are five hills in total, and there is still room for one carriage on each hilltop.

Hills didn't regard himself as an outsider. He just squeezed in and sat next to Su Bai. At the same time, he smiled and said, "I heard that you had a fight with that Mr. Liang yesterday?"

The circle is so big, and the top circle is even smaller, so nothing can be hidden.

Su Bai nodded.

"Is there any difference?" Hills asked.

"It's not like life or death."

Hills suddenly said, "I understand."

The train stopped a few more times to pick up some listeners from other continents. Of course, these listeners had fewer trees than those from the East and the West.

By the end, all the listeners should have been picked up, and the train started to accelerate.

This also means that no one is ignorant of not getting on the train. Although the radio is a bit "slow" in the hands of Su Yuhang, it has generally maintained its final dignity.

In the carriage, almost everyone was silent. Some of them looked out the window, while others closed their eyes and concentrated. Everyone was realizing this speed.

This speed exceeds the speed of light and reaches another level, so it can travel between world planes.

Of course, the current understanding is nothing more than improvising, but most people are indeed improvising.

The fat man went to the dining workshop and brought many lunch boxes, but even he had no appetite.

A train carries a marching legion. However, this legion has no faith and no unified organization. Although the morale of the army is not scattered, it is difficult to gather much cohesion.

But most people still have the same goal, which is to survive.

The speed of the train suddenly slowed down, as if it had entered some kind of sticky area, and streaks of colorful blue light began to sweep around continuously.

Meanwhile, everyone on the train felt a sense of discomfort and rejection.

They do not belong to the world they are about to go to, so as they get closer to that world, they clearly feel the malice coming from that world.

This feeling is a bit like the fact that if species with different climate conditions on the earth are transplanted, most of them will die miserably.

However, at this moment, a sign appeared in front of everyone.

This was already arranged by the broadcaster.

"Is this the fate card?" the fat man muttered.

Taking this life card is tantamount to voluntarily handing over your life and death to the radio, but at the same time, you can also get a glimmer of protection from higher beings from the radio, and the world will no longer reject you.

Just as plants are difficult to transplant across climates, humans are more adaptable.

Most people reached out and held the life cards without any hesitation. The next moment, the life cards disappeared, and the uncomfortable and repulsive feeling on their bodies also dissipated.

In fact, the broadcaster can complete this operation on the listener in the original world. Of course, there is no problem in completing it at this time. This may also be a reminder. Remind everyone here again that your life will not matter if you die. Another world, but still within my control.

Hills also held the life card, and then looked at Su Bai.

The life card in front of Su Bai was still flashing, but Su Bai still didn't reach out.

"Are you confident?" Hills asked.

Su Bai shook his head, then stretched out his hand to hold the life card in front of him. At the same time, the life card changed and turned red. This change was somewhat different from other people's.

In fact, Su Bai can try to resist and not pick up this brand, but the risk is too great. Even if Su Bai can escape the control of the broadcast to a certain extent, can he resist the new world that is about to pass? Although his terrible rejection reaction was still unknown, secondly, the little guy and Ji Xiang Ruyi were brought on the train by him, which meant that he was dragging the three of them alone. Therefore, Su Bai felt that there was no need to tie the three of them to him. Let's try to fight against that rejection together.

Hills looked a little disappointed. He originally thought that Su Bai would bear it, but Su Bai didn't do that. Suddenly, he felt that he missed the "Su" he first met in the Proving Ground. "Su", I always feel that it is too calm and not exciting enough.

Everyone, including Su Bai, was exposed to the fate card. In this way, Broadcast reaffirmed his control over the team.

So,

Next,

This is the real highlight.

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Long doesn't want to insert anything in the middle of the book, but please forgive me, because the unscrupulous thief,,, publisher actually deliberately deleted Long's single chapter and the author's chapter epilogue, infringing on your interests and even sealing your mouth.

Chuchendi Xiaolong's new book "He Came from Hell" has been released. Please come to "Starting Point" to support!

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The train began to tremble, and it felt as if you were sitting in a spaceship that was passing through the Earth's atmosphere. Of course, this metaphor is indeed a little too small compared to the current situation.

The travel between world planes is far larger than the atmosphere of the earth, and it cannot even be compared specifically.

The food truck that used to sell Guazier mineral water appeared again, but this time instead of food and water on the shelves, there was a local map book.

Hills also took a copy and glanced at it. It felt a bit like the dungeon strategy map he used to play online games.

What the area is called and what attributes and characteristics it has are all marked on the map in great detail.

Of course, as for the specific countries, ethnic groups and forces, there is of course no such miscellaneous stuff, because it means nothing to these big guys.

The original natives of this world have been completely destroyed by previous generations of listeners. Their enemy is very simple and unique, and that is the Qin army.

At most, sometimes you may have to make use of special terrain, such as the Sea of ​​Death, the Cursed Valley, etc. I don’t know if it’s because of laziness in broadcasting or to clearly define the theme. In short, the names of these places are really the same as those in online games. almost.

The train finally began to calm down after a series of tremors, but everyone's hearts began to hang.

mountains,

lake,

ocean,

plain,

hills,

Specific images of the earth began to appear in the car window.

finally,

A black sea appeared outside the car window.

"The Sea of ​​Death?" Fatty muttered, the train was preparing to stop here.

"It's not like..." The monk frowned slightly. Apparently, he detected a special smell.

Hills initially thought this was the Sea of ​​Death marked on the map, but he soon realized it and shouted before the train had stopped and he had no time to open the door:

"Prepare to fight. The formation masters prepare in advance. The melee fighters follow me to the front line!"

Not only this carriage, but also shouts came from several other carriages. Obviously, there are still careful people who can find the problem immediately.

Su Bai sat there without moving, but subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it. This was not to show off, but because he might not even have the time to smoke a cigarette later.

He lowered his head and looked at the little guy who was still lying by the window looking at the scene outside.

Su Bai reached out and patted the little guy on the head.

Somewhat helpless,

There is also some melancholy.

Unexpectedly, I really couldn’t rest for a moment.

Xu Fu is very old, but he can still wield a knife. The original clone of Xu Fu could react like that in the story world, let alone his true self.

"Take good care of him." Su Bai told the two black cats.

In fact, there is no need to say this. With Ji Xiang Ruyi's character, if the little guy will be harmed, the prerequisite must be that Ji Xiang Ruyi has died in the battle, but at this time, there is only this kind of homely chatter that can be said.

Just like Cao Cao cared about the life problems of his wives and concubines before he died, no matter how awesome a person is, he can't think about how to maintain his B-level all day long when eating and going to the toilet.

In another carriage, Boss Liang sighed helplessly.

Xie Zhen put his hand on Boss Liang's shoulder.

"It may be too late to make the tombstone." Boss Liang said sadly. He had found someone to design the style of the tombstone before he came, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't have a moment to spare.

"It's okay, I don't care about those things." Xie Zhen comforted.

Several listeners nearby heard this conversation and felt chills in their hearts.

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"Click...Click...Click...Click..."

The "Dead Sea" below the train began to move neatly,

soon,

He lifted up the Changge and pointed it into the air.

The war horses raised their hooves and neighed,

The crossbow arrows were strung one after another, the light was shining coldly,

The fighting spirit is gathered together, ready to explode.

Where is the Dead Sea?

This is an endless array of soldiers wearing black armor in a neat formation.

This is a sea of ​​people,

But it is also considered the "Dead Sea".

Later,

This place will surely become the most bloody and terrifying Shura battlefield, and countless lives, regardless of high or low, will wither here.

"Raise the flag!"

"Boom, boom, boom!!!! Boom, boom, boom!!!!"

The war drums are beating,

Black battle flags with the word "Qin" spread out from the array.

Countless soldiers below clashed their weapons neatly on the ground,

for a time,

Landslides and landslides!

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The new book "He Came from Hell" has been released on Qidian. Due to the delay in the express delivery of the contract, the status of the new book was not changed to the contracted status during the day yesterday, so rewards could not be given. Now the status has changed to the contracted status, and rewards can be given.

In fact, he is a little embarrassed to speak up. Asking readers for money directly would really damage his image, but Long said that he does not regard himself as a writer or scholar, but a storyteller.

When a story is about to come to an end, starting a new one is equivalent to a storyteller moving to a new venue. He has to ask old customers and listeners to come and support him and send some flower baskets and banners. The worst is to throw some coins on the stage during the first performance. Broken silver.

The performance of new books determines whether Long can get more attention on the website and whether he can get better recommendation resources. After all, there are more monks than meat. The advantage of old authors over new authors is actually the inherent fans around them.

In the past two years of writing radio broadcasts, Long also competed for a monthly ticket for publishing a single chapter last month. Most of the time, he was basically responsible for writing stories well. However, Long was approaching his thirties and had his own family, so he could not continue as before. Don't fight or grab. At this age, being relaxed and comfortable is actually a kind of irresponsibility for the family.

Again, dear readers,

Readers who are on a tight budget come to Qidian to add new books to their bookshelf, and Long is grateful for the addition of a new book to his collection.

If you have money, a dollar or two is also love, and ten or twenty dollars is love. If you have a lot of money, you can become a helmsman and leader to help Long Xinshu support his reputation. That would be a boss.

The new book title is "He Came From Hell".