Terror broadcast

"Because...three hours...time is up."

When Su Bai said these words, a brief silence suddenly appeared in the hot spring pavilion.

"Haha, you are not the audience in this story world!"

After a moment of dead silence, there was an almost angry roar. Then, all the blood lines began to cut Su Bai's hand that was holding the embryo tightly. Obviously, the blood corpse was not as sure as his tone. Now, it was a bit hysterical. .

"But you...are just a...puppet...a...prop...my...trophy!"

Su Bai let out a roar, and when he was almost about to die, a white light appeared on his body. In an instant, the white light disappeared, and the blood-red embryo disappeared with it.

All the blood lines in the hot spring pavilion disappeared. Xun'er, who had lost his restraints, fell to his knees with a "pop", his lower abdomen was filled with blood, and his intestines had slipped out.

The noble lady who was standing there lost all support, and fell backwards into the dry hot spring pool behind her.

Blood and the smell of blood seem to have become the theme of this place that was supposed to be a health resort at this time. However, no matter how thick the blood or the pungent smell of blood, it is destined to slowly disappear with the passage of time. People often praise time. The ability to heal the scars in the heart, but in fact, things change and people change, which is what time is best at.

At this time, the sound of "gurgling" came, and hot hot springs emerged from several openings that were originally dry to lead to the hot springs. Soon, the entire pool was filled with scalding water.

The corpse driver didn't deceive the old shopkeeper.

here,

Hot springs will really appear, but the corpse collector who is looking at Feng Shui and the old shopkeeper who paid people to build it didn't know that they actually couldn't see this day coming.

Wisps of black breath drifted out from the body of the noble lady in the hot spring pool, and resentment began to slowly gather;

What the noble lady was carrying was not actually a blood corpse. The blood corpse merely possessed her and allowed herself to re-possess the newborn baby. The baby's original soul had been suppressed and sealed by the blood corpse;

The fact that the baby's original soul was not dispersed or refined does not mean that the blood corpse suddenly became merciful. Judging from his previous performance in massacring all the senior listeners in Shaanxi Province to build Jingguan, he is by no means a soft-hearted person.

It's just that the baby's body is only three months old, when it is the most fragile and delicate, and it still needs its original soul to maintain the activity of the body.

However, this baby, who was not born and had not had time to take a look at the world, simply lost the possibility of coming out of the mother's body and becoming a living person in the world with the failure of the blood corpse.

Reluctance, anger, injustice, and all kinds of negative emotions began to fill his heart. Coupled with the infection from the breath of the blood corpse, he was slowly accumulating resentment and turning into a ghost baby.

Of course, this process will take a long time. At least, it will not become a climate phenomenon in the near future or within half a year. As for the specific time,

possible,

perhaps,

perhaps,

It must have been one night,

Because, three men would suddenly appear in the hot spring pool and wake him up.

………………

"Huhu..."

On the banks of the Huangpu River, when the coolness of the morning was getting stronger, a man's figure appeared;

The man is walking alone on the concrete path here. From the back, he looks a little desolate, but not lonely. He is completely unworthy of the decadent non-mainstream photos of him pulling down his clothes or holding a cigarette in his mouth. Compared with him.

At this time, the old people who were doing morning exercises hadn’t gotten up yet, but many young people who were rushing to catch the subway to go to work had already appeared on the roadside. Some of them were holding hot buns or egg pancakes they had just bought and were munching on them. I ate big bites just because I didn’t want to wait until I got on the subway before finishing my breakfast.

They are humble, they are persistent, with a little confusion, but also with a kind of tenacity that belongs to young people.

Living in a big city is not easy, especially living in a big city like Shanghai is even more difficult.

Su Bai leaned on the railing, with his back to the Huangpu River, looking at the hurried peers of his own age in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his pockets.

hehe,

The clothes were also restored by the broadcast, and the smoke in the clothes was naturally restored.

In the story world before, Su Bai habitually wanted to take out a cigarette several times, but the result was that the cigarette was soaked because of the "mandarin ducks playing in the water" with Kangxi at the beginning. In addition, Jiumei With the advent of cigarettes, cigarettes turned directly into popsicles, which naturally became useless.

At this time, he took out a cigarette, tapped it on the palm of his hand, bit it in his mouth, lowered his head slightly, lit the cigarette, took a puff, blew out a faint smoke ring, and then naturally placed the hand holding the cigarette on the railing. On one side, gently shake out the ashes.

Looking at the hurried young people in front of me, some of them may live nearly two hours by subway from where they work, which means they spend nearly four hours a day commuting to and from work. on the road, because the further away you go, the cheaper the rent will be.

There is nothing worth it, and there is no need to discuss whether it is worth it or not. Perhaps, many of them can choose to return to their hometowns, find a stable job, take the civil service examination, and rely on family connections to send gifts to enter some institutions. However, life may be a kind of tossing. Without the meaning of tossing, it seems that life has lost most of its meaning.

Carefully protecting his fragile self-esteem, he struggled to move forward in the bottom of the big city where money worship was infiltrated. He transformed himself into tiny blood vessels that were almost invisible and integrated into the city, but it was difficult to truly integrate into the city. It makes this cold city a little warmer.

A smile appeared at the corner of Su Bai's mouth,

Yes,

He was laughing at them, these young men,

At this time, Su Bai, who didn't need to run for his life, while others were still rushing on their way,

He could still stand on the roadside and light a cigarette leisurely, which was enough for Su Bai to attract the envious eyes of the office workers.

However, who could have known that this young man standing on the side of the road smoking a cigarette calmly seemed to be out of tune with the fast pace of the city?

What if he just returned to this world after going through a life and death struggle?

Halfway through the cigarette, Su Bai felt that he was satisfied. He stood up and was about to leave. He remembered that he had parked the car on the side of a nearby road. At the same time, Su Bai gently raised his right hand and waved to the sky. Got the trick,

"Thank you for the cigarette."

Thanks to the radio for restoring cigarettes and allowing me to have a cigarette to smoke after just finishing a story world.

Su Bai didn't see his car. Perhaps it had been towed away by the traffic police calling a tow truck. In this way, the three hours in the reward actually refer to the three hours counted from when he jumped down from the top. Time does not refer to the real world. Perhaps, in the broadcast's recognition, only when you jump down from there can you truly enter the plot, and time can start to count.

But this is also a bit bad,

If it had only been three hours in the real world, there would have been a sticker on the roof of my car, but now I don't even have the car anymore.

Sitting down by the curb, Su Bai stuffed the cigarette butt into the gap in the sewer at his feet, and then took out his mobile phone.

"Child, are you okay?" Su Bai sent Fatty a WeChat message.

The fat man didn't reply, he was probably still asleep.

Su Bai then sent one to the monk.

About five minutes later, the monk replied, which was a picture of the little guy cuddling with Jixiang and sleeping soundly.

"Are you back?" the monk sent a message asking.

"Well, I'm back."

"It's good to be back."

The phone was flipping constantly on his fingertips. At this moment, Su Bai suddenly wanted to have breakfast first. He was relieved that the little guy was still safe. As for Xun'er and Chu Zhao, they probably hadn't started yet. Come out of the story world, as to whether they can come out alive.

Let’s leave it alone for now.

He wanted to take a taxi, but suddenly felt a little pretentious that taking a taxi or an express train was a bit too much. Although for Su Bai, Shanghai was just a city where he lived.

Um,

Or in a more strict sense, compared to my own body, I am just a guest.

But since I have just stepped out of the story world, and since I finally have this sentimental atmosphere, let's let this atmosphere last longer.

"I'm hungry. Please treat me to breakfast."

Su Bai sent this message to Ying Yinger.

For a long time, no reply.

Su Bai smiled, stood up,

never mind,

Stop being pretentious, just take a taxi home and sleep.

At this moment, the phone vibrated.

"Where are you?"

Su Bai sent his location and added a sentence: "Dress nicely."

"I say, young master, are you hungry from above or from below?"

"This is not the right time to say such vulgar and explicit words on this sad morning."

"..." Yingying'er.

"I like your outfit of black stockings and leather boots." Su Bai thought about it and sent it again.

Put your phone back in your pocket,

Su Bai put his hands in the waistband of his trousers, and a female white-collar worker who was rushing to the subway station while holding a makeup box to touch up her makeup passed by Su Bai.

"call……"

Su Bai whistled at her.

The pretty face of the female white-collar worker glared at the prostitute she met so early in the morning with a cold look. But when she saw that handsome and angular face, the anger in her heart disappeared unconsciously, and the corners of her mouth showed a smile. A small arc, but her footsteps did not stop and she continued to leave in a hurry.

Life,

There seems to be a new temperature at this time.