Terror broadcast

The little guy is still so fair and tender, especially when he saw Su Bai, his little mouth smiled and his eyes narrowed to a slit, you can see how happy he was at this time;

He opened his arms, just like before, every time he would stupidly climb onto the bed and ask for a hug from Su Bai, then he would be kicked off by Su Bai, and then he would climb back up and continue. He was always so happy with it.

Su Bai was about to kneel down and hug him, but he immediately climbed back.

Su Bai was stunned;

The little guy tried his best to stand up with his little hands, and staggered towards Su Bai. He walked very unsteadily, like a drunkard, but he still staggered up to Su Bai and gave him a hand. He hugged Su Bai's calf.

Su Bai stretched out his hand to him, and he grabbed it. Su Bai used strength to hold him into his arms.

The little guy kept rubbing his face towards Su Bai's chest affectionately, obviously missing Su Bai.

Su Bai patted the little guy's buttocks. He was going to kneel down and hug him before, which was also a test. Compared with this little guy's innocent heart, Su Bai felt a little dirty.

However, Su Bai was just out of habit. He didn't dare to trust anyone here.

The old man's figure appeared in the white light,

He looked older than when they met on the fishing boat in the river. He had told Su Bai before that he was already over one hundred and twenty years old. At that time, Su Bai thought that he was still in good health and would live another life. It's not a problem to be six years old, but now, with white hair, haggard appearance, and cloudy eyes, it's obvious that his days are numbered.

Su Bai looked at the old man, and the old man looked at Su Bai.

"You want to follow him?"

There was a rare kindness in the old man's eyes when he looked at the little guy. Before, he had absolutely no sympathy for Gyatso, the monk, or the fat man. Even according to what Lin Zhenying said, he had no sympathy for this Taoist sect that was originally located in Fulong Mountain. There was no mercy at all, and the unsightly scene of those men and women still being shown on the small pavilion can be regarded as a kind of lashing and ridicule of this sect for decades.

The little guy looked at the old man and then at Su Bai, hesitating to speak, but after a brief hesitation, he still clenched Su Bai's collar with both hands. Obviously, he wanted to follow Su Bai.

"He will leave you. He is not from this world..." When the old man said this, he paused, then his eyes wandered, looked at the sky, and then sighed, "Your choice is wrong. I am together, I will pass on your mantle, your Taoist tradition, your demonic tradition, and I will pass on you this blessed land of Fulong Mountain Cave to be your dharma field.

In the future,

If you want to be a devil, you are a devil.

If you think of Confucianism and Taoism, it is Tao.

Isn't this great? "

The little guy shook his head, obviously, he still refused.

The old man looked at Su Bai, knowing that persuading this little guy was of no use.

"Young man, I know where you came from and where you will go, but I can't explain it clearly.

You should also know that he likes you and wants to follow you, but you can't give him much time at all, can you?

I can let you go, as long as you keep him here. I am tired and the end is approaching. No matter whether it is a Buddha or a demon, I don't want to bother anymore. I just want to find a successor. "

Su Bai shook his head, "You know, I'm not a good person."

Indeed, Su Bai is not a good person, and more importantly, if this little guy is left here, Su Bai's main mission 2 will be doomed to fail and will be directly obliterated by the terrorist broadcast.

"It's so selfish of you to do this," the old man said.

"Yes, I am selfish." Su Bai admitted openly.

"Then I can't let you go." The turbid color in the old man's eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing a clear color, and then, a sharp breath rose from the old man's body.

The little guy reacted before Su Bai. He opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him a few times.

Cracks appeared in the white light.

The old man’s eyes were horrified;

Su Bai stretched out his hand, grabbed the gap, and then tore open the white light.

There was a crisp sound of "crack".

Su Bai was still squatting on the ground in the thatched house. The little guy was still in Su Bai's arms. The scroll in front of him had been torn open.

"You will regret it." The old man in the portrait knocked over his wooden bowl, and then his eyes wandered on Su Bai and the little guy: "You will regret it."

There was a meaningful smile on the old man's face;

Even Su Bai himself couldn't understand whether the old man's regret was referring to himself or the little one in his arms.

The scroll began to burn, and the scene in the scroll changed. The old man stood on a high mountain and looked into the distance. This seemed to be the final ending he had arranged for himself.

The scroll burned completely, leaving no trace of dust behind, and turned into curls of green smoke.

The fat man, the monk and Gyatso, who were already unconscious, all opened their eyes and woke up at this time.

Su Bai stood up, and the little guy climbed onto Su Bai's shoulders, sat down with his little butt, and held Su Bai's hair with one hand to steady himself.

"I don't want to lie to you. In fact, he is right. I will leave, and I will leave soon." Su Bai patted the little guy's belly with his hand.

The little guy was amused and giggled, then he blew gently into Su Bai's ears.

The monk was still lying on the ground. Seeing this scene, he was a little relieved and a little weak. He just shouted silently:

"Amitabha, Su Bai, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled.

………………

In the carriage, three seriously injured people, Gyatso, Fatty and Monk, were lying inside. Their injuries were not light, and could even be said to be very serious.

Su Bai drove a carriage, and the little guy sat on the back of the horse, bumping along with the horse.

"How long is it until we reach the demon cave?" the fat man asked feebly.

"At the current rate, it will take another day and a half to two days."

"Then this mission will be almost completed." Fatty felt as if his nightmare was finally coming to an end.

The monk had a heavy look on his face and shook his head, "Not necessarily. The 30-day mission has not passed for a few days now. It would be too easy for us to end the mission hastily."

"You call this relaxing? Monk, don't you see how miserable we are." The fat man was obviously speechless.

"If Su Bai had not ended the shackles of the painting on us with the help of the child, but had used other methods, then the poor monk would have felt that the story should be over, but he took us down in this way. Mountains, the hardships and tribulations ahead have become worthless in the smooth sailing at the last moment.

Horror radio is about telling stories. To end this ordeal that almost wiped out our whole group with such a plot that makes radio listeners find it unbelievable, don’t you think it’s not bloody? "

"So, monk, you mean, it will continue to remedy the situation?" The fat man said a little speechlessly.

Gyatso opened his eyes at this time and said: "Tang Monk and his disciples have just taken the scriptures from Leiyin Temple. Lord Buddha and Guanyin calculated it. They have one less problem. They will even be there when Tang Monk and his disciples return." To make up for this difficulty before the Tang Dynasty, can't we do the same with terrorist broadcasts?"

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On Fulong Mountain, inside the thatched house, curls of green smoke gathered from all directions, re-condensing a painting. In the painting, the old man was still standing on the cliff, looking towards the sky.

In an instant, thunder rolled in the air, and the portrait kept trembling, as if it could not withstand this terrible power.

The old man stood in the painting, looked at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "You are blaming me for not doing things as you asked, right?"

The thunder still roared with fury;

The world is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. This is probably the artistic conception;

"I really like that kid, and I want him to pass on my mantle. Haha, I'm sorry, it went against your will;"

The old man opened his arms and roared:

"I am a demon and a Taoist. I steal the orthodoxy and live alone. Do you need a bitch like you to hide behind my back and point fingers at me?"

"boom!"

A thunderbolt fell and hit the old man. The old man completely disappeared in laughter.

In Su Bai's story world last time, the black shopkeeper was willful and finally let Su Bai and Sophia leave safely, and even accepted a cigarette from Su Bai. In this story world, the old man used his own The will forcibly rejected the arrangement of the terror broadcast, which meant that the terror broadcast's control over the awakened NPCs in the story world was somewhat out of control.

"Dear listeners, I am sorry to tell you some bad news. Our program needs to be suspended for 3 months due to equipment failure and other reasons. During these 3 months, our program will not be able to accompany you. Of course, we will finish telling the several stories in progress this time and give the audience a wonderful and interesting ending.

I believe that when broadcasting starts again in three months, any problems will be solved and uncontrollable situations will not occur again. We will once again adapt the story based on real cases for you.

Thank you for your support, we will continue to meet here in 3 months. "

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"Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, I said Smith, do you have anything else besides potatoes in this church?" A bald white man slapped his spoon on the table and said angrily.

"Shawn, pay attention to your attitude." A blond young man sitting opposite Sean scolded his teammate, and at the same time scooped up mashed potatoes with a spoon and put it into his mouth. He had no special requirements for food.

There were four Westerners sitting at this table, and an old priest stood beside the table. He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, that's all we have left in the church now."

"I think you are hiding it secretly from us." Sean snorted.

"Really not, the Lord is watching me in heaven." The old priest said.

"Sean, we are in the Qing Dynasty now, and there are still several decades before the First Opium War. The conditions for priests who can come to China to preach are very difficult. You must respect them."

Sean nodded and sighed, "Mikel, I'm just complaining a little."

"Eat." Mikel said to the three companions beside him, "After eating, think of a way to trigger the main mission."

At the feet of these Westerners, there was a package containing the heads of the Eastern listeners they met along the way. One of their side tasks was to kill these Eastern listeners.