Terror broadcast

"Broadcasting is not your father, nor your mother, nor is it a bad friend who likes to accompany you to the game room to play video games or to play pool and go to the bar;

It is a perversion, a distortion of existence at all costs in pursuit of storytelling;

It doesn't need you to appreciate it, nor does it need you to be grateful to it, nor does it need your favor.

The world is unkind and regards all things as suckers. What we are talking about is radio. Whether you hate it or not, it is here. Whether you love it or not, it exists.

When you feel that you have no weakness, when it feels that the story is beginning to be boring, it will take the initiative to help you create a weakness, and then detonate it, so that it can sit aside and enjoy your hysteria and taste your pain. My heart is open, recalling your anger and madness.

This is its pursuit and its aesthetic. "

The bloody corpse's voice was very soft. Although he was talking about Su Bai, why wasn't he talking about himself? He himself is actually the clearest manifestation of the aesthetics of broadcasting. He possesses power comparable to that of a god. However, his wife was shot to death by gangsters within a few minutes of his departure. The time before and after was manipulated. Just right,

Said the broadcast was not intentional,

Who believes it?

"Broadcasting does not need to be crowded, because no matter whether the listeners gather together to worship it, or gather together to prepare to resist it, it will always be high. It is not a king, because in China, the king is called the emperor. If the emperor is not benevolent, he will be punished. If one's own people overthrow, the political power will be overthrown. It is a tradition in China since ancient times for princes and generals to be at peace with one another. But broadcasting is the sky. Throughout the dynasties, many emperors have died, but have you ever seen the sky be overthrown by the people?

Even just once? "

The blood corpse stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Su Bai. A vivid blood line twisted back and forth in the palm of the blood corpse.

"You absorbed part of my blood line before, but it was just rootless duckweed. Simply strengthening the body for a short time is the most superficial use. This is the true meaning of blood line. Unfortunately, I can't give it to you directly, and you don't dare to directly want."

"Of course." Naturally, Su Bai would not just stupidly say that you should transmit it to me directly. You must know that the blood corpse has tried to seize the body several times before, and Su Bai is not that naive.

The blood corpse waved his hand, and for a while, blood lines began to spread all around. It was no exaggeration to say that they were scattered all over the place.

"Write it down and figure it out later," said the bloody corpse.

"You suddenly treated me so well, which made me feel a little uneasy." Su Bai said.

"I can't, let the enhancement I created by myself have no successor, right?" The blood corpse seemed very indifferent.

"So, this time, do you still want to continue to challenge the broadcast?" Su Bai remembered that the last time the blood corpse planned to take away his body and then have a final showdown with the broadcast, giving himself a gorgeous ending.

"I was created by it. This is not the original me, nor the real me. As soon as it thinks about it, I will go back and forth from wherever I am, from nothingness to nothingness again.

In fact, there is still hope, that is, I jump down, kill all the listeners below, and then rely on the background of this story world to plan for development. "

"So, do you still plan to go down?"

"But I know that the woman you care about may be more likely to die, but the radio will not let all the listeners in this entire story world be killed. Maybe, when I plan to massacre all the listeners, I will stop it. When they complete this task, the broadcaster will arrange for a Zhang Tianshi to suddenly pop out and destroy me.

Whether you can go down or not, it’s the same thing.

It's still the same whether it's above or not.

This is helplessness, a helplessness that even struggling feels like a waste of emotion. "

The blood corpse took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and began to point out the arrangement rules of the blood lines around Su Bai.

"From here to here... from here to here... In fact, the human body is like a star, and the blood line is the framework that connects the stars..."

The blood corpse's explanation was very detailed, and Su Bai could see through his own perception that this guy was really explaining things about blood lines to him.

Unconsciously, Su Bai was immersed in it.

For a long time, the look of enlightenment in Su Bai's eyes became more and more intense. However, the bloody corpse smiled slightly and took a step forward.

"Don't move." Su Bai's eyes were still full of understanding, but he still reminded him.

"My complete blood line inheritance or that woman, which one do you choose?" asked the blood corpse.

"Do you have to force me to choose?" Su Bai asked.

"You still have a chance to choose, but I don't even have a chance to choose." The bloody corpse sighed.

"After all, your heart is still unbalanced." Su Bai said with a smile, "After all, your heart is still filled with hatred."

"I'm already dead, so it's pointless to talk about solutions. Anyway, I'm broken now."

"So, you want to find in me the pleasure of being a tormentor on the radio?"

"Roughly the same."

The bloody corpse took another step and crossed the line. He moved very slowly and kept staring at Su Bai. Then he saw Su Bai still standing there calmly, continuing to comprehend what he had left behind.

The bloody corpse grinned and laughed, and then he fell down.

Su Bai,

Didn't stop him.

About an hour later, Su Bai slowly closed his eyes, and the blood lines around him began to blur, and finally turned into a blood mist and slowly dissipated. The next moment, new blood lines began to appear on Su Bai's body. , and the blood lines began to slowly fade away, all integrated into the thousands of blood vessels in his body.

The blood line has been completely integrated into Su Bai's body, which is equivalent to reshaping his body. At present, Su Bai's body strength has been improved compared to before. Now his body can't even stand still It is also a fortress.

Opening his eyes, two rays of light flashed from the depths of Su Bai's eyes.

Between Yu Xun'er and Complete Bloodline Enlightenment, Su Bai chose the latter.

Standing next to the line, Su Bai had no expression on his face.

Su Bai knew that he was a selfish person, but people always had more expectations for themselves, but now this expectation was gone. The completely realistic self was revealed in front of him, which made people feel Somewhat difficult to accept.

But whether you accept it or not,

Own,

After all, it’s still yourself.

Everyone's obsession actually has a price. Whether you persist or not persist only depends on the price and whether it is enough.

That's all,

That's really all.

Su Bai thought like this in his heart. In his heart, he didn't feel much guilt for Xun'er and Chu Zhao, nor did he blame himself much. It felt like he had left behind a burden.

There is even a sense of relaxation.

"If you let him go, you will let me go, right?"

A cold voice sounded from behind Su Bai,

at the same time,

The cold muzzle of the gun was already aimed at Su Bai's back.

Behind Su Bai, stood a man wearing a black cloak and a skull mask. The man's whole body was wrapped in the aura of death, as if he was the god of death coming out from behind the gate of hell.

"You think too much."

Su Bai smiled, and his figure slowly turned into nothingness on the spot,

The God of Death was shocked for a moment, and then he realized that his silence had actually been noticed by the other party a long time ago.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded from behind the God of Death,

The God of Death slid backwards, and there was a sunken wound on his right arm, but no blood flowed out. He seemed to have no flesh and blood, and he was not a real living creature.

Covering the wound with his right hand, the God of Death slowly raised his head. The extremely dark pupils under the skull mask shone like stars.

"This is wrong. You let him go, why don't you let me go?"

The Hellfire Shotgun flipped over from Su Bai's palm,

"Cang Lin knows etiquette. You have just eaten. If you continue to eat, you won't have so much appetite. You have to move around, right?"

"Haha, is it because I didn't come up with anything enough to impress you?"

The God of Death crossed his hands, and two shotguns that were exactly the same as those in Su Bai's hands emitted a dazzling cold light.

"Please make an offer. I think I can satisfy you."

"Unless you take off your mask and reveal a woman's face, you won't be able to satisfy me at all."

A smile appeared on Su Bai's lips, and he rushed towards the other party.

The figure of the God of Death began to spin, and at the same time, his two guns quickly aimed at Su Bai.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Terrifying barrages began to rage around the pond. Fortunately, any buildings and furnishings here were set to be indestructible, otherwise, the place would be reduced to ruins in an instant.

With the strong air flow and the release of energy, the God of Death stood in a stalemate with Su Bai in an arrogant manner, not losing the slightest. Of course, there was also an element of Su Bai's deliberate provocation in it, because Su Bai still had some energy left.

"I understand, you are still you, you have not changed. You are learning and imitating my fighting habits. This is what you want most." Death said while shooting.

Su Bai dodged and fought back without replying, because at this time, any words were unnecessary. He only needed to constantly figure out and correct his own movements based on the opponent's body shape, even if the opponent fired. The posture and aiming of the gun when shooting can give Su Bai a lot of inspiration.

"Before, you acted so infatuated for that woman, but now you suddenly become so utilitarian,

You are really a psychopath. "

There was a hint of ridicule in the words of the God of Death, and then his body disappeared from the spot, and then fell from the position above Su Bai's head. His body rotated, and the triggers of the two guns were continuously pulled, and the totems of hell emerged from him. The surroundings are constantly changing, mixed with endless curses.

"Die...die...die...die..."