Terror broadcast

Life is full of misunderstandings. Sometimes, misunderstandings can be used as a fig leaf to cover up some embarrassments and embarrassments, giving both parties a way to step down.

It's just that Su Bai doesn't need any steps or misunderstandings.

Since the explanation you gave me is just a "misunderstanding\

,"Well,

Let me also give you a misunderstanding.

If everyone misunderstood once, that's all.

The chestnut-haired woman looked at Su Bai, and then at the corpse of her companion lying on the ground. She seemed to be in disbelief at what was happening in front of her.

other side,

Just kill your companions like that?

The bald man's face twitched. At this moment, he felt as if he had been slapped hard by the oriental man in front of him, especially since the Chinese man deliberately pretended to look innocent.

"Buzz!"

The bald man took a few steps forward and stared at Su Bai fiercely, "You yellow-skinned monkey, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

"Come." A smile appeared at the corner of Su Bai's mouth. Just now, he didn't absorb much residual vitality from the dying female magician's body, and his current condition didn't get much better, but Su Bai still stretched out his middle finger. He "tickled" his hand at the bald man in front of him.

come,

Kill,

Fight,

Who is afraid of whom!

The bald man's fists clenched instantly, and for a moment the air around him seemed to be sucked in.

Upon seeing this, the chestnut-haired woman was about to speak to stop her companion, but she found a man wearing a monk's robe walking in at the door of the restaurant. The man's eyes were pure and profound, but the man's Qi was completely locked. On oneself.

This monk already had a clear position and attitude from the moment he walked in.

"Amitabha, Dabai, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you like this?"

"When I met three white-skinned pigs, I had my hair blown off, thinking it was me. Now I just killed one of them, and there are two more waiting to be killed by me."

Su Bai grinned and took the initiative to walk towards the bald man.

come,

Aren't you coming to kill me?

Don't you want to avenge your comrades?

Aren't you very angry?

Aren't you unhappy with me?

come,

Take action,

I'm waiting for you to take action.

Let's see then,

Who can get out of this door alive?

All the thoughts in Su Bai's heart were conveyed to the bald man through his strong and cold eyes.

If the monk hadn't suddenly appeared and stood up without hesitation, maybe the bald man would have ignored the advice of his chestnut-haired female companion and insisted on attacking Su Bai. But now that the other party has come to support him, the original 2V1 has directly become a five-person attack. Five times, although the Chinese man was seriously injured, no one can underestimate him.

"Sorry, my companion is dead. We want to leave with her body now, is that okay?"

The chestnut-haired woman walked over directly, picked up the female magician's body, and then glanced at the bald man. The bald man glanced at Su Bai hatefully, and followed the chestnut-haired woman out of the restaurant.

The monk walked up to Su Bai and looked at Su Bai's tragic injuries. He couldn't help but shook his head speechlessly and said, "Let's go. The police should be here soon. Let's find a place to treat you first."

Su Bai looked at the monk and said with a smile, "Monk, don't tell me that you arranged all this."

"It shouldn't be the fault of the listeners. Anyone who dares to accidentally kill so many people at once will be punished by the radio. The poor monk originally said that he would come to you to talk about something in the evening."

"But I told you on the phone, I'm not interested in that."

"That is a relic left by the audience of the previous generation, more than twenty years ago." Seeing that Su Bai was still unmoved, the monk continued, "It is something left by the audience of the same era as your parents. I know for some reason that I started to become more and more obviously agitated, and the broadcaster didn’t issue any realistic tasks to ask nearby listeners to come over. Aren’t you curious about this?”

"I'm not curious, I'm really not curious." Su Bai emphasized, "Monk, I really don't want to get involved in this matter. I really decided to find another place to go on vacation. Dali is really out of the question recently. How peaceful.”

"Let me heal your injuries first. I have some materials here that I want to show you. I'll talk about it after you read them."

………………

In the inn, the monk was using the elixir to crush and dissolve the juice to heal Su Bai's injuries. Even though Su Bai's bloodline could heal itself, the injury was indeed too serious.

Su Bai finally figured it out. The monk took out a lot of the inventory at the bottom of the box, and used many precious elixirs and herbs for himself. Some of them could not even be exchanged from the WeChat store.

Su Bai could naturally think clearly why the monk did this. He was being courteous for nothing. He was using such expensive medicinal materials to heal his wounds. How could he refuse later?

After the treatment, the monk went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, he wiped his hands with a towel and said, "Although the injury is serious, the problem is not big. With your physical constitution and the medicine the poor monk just gave you, it will not be possible for one day." In a lot of time, I can recover more than 50% to 60%."

"I think I have to lie down for a month to recuperate." Su Bai said.

The monk took out a document bag from his sleeve and placed it in front of Su Bai, "Look at this."

Su Bai leaned against the bed and shook his head, "I'm dizzy and anemic. I don't want to look."

"It's okay to just look at one of the photos." The monk had no choice but to do it himself, opened the document bag and pulled out a photo from it, "Do you know this person?"

The monk showed the photo in front of Su Bai.

Su Bai glanced over casually, yes, it was really just casual, but soon, Su Bai's eyes were fixed on that photo.

That was a group photo in front of the three pagodas of Chongsheng Temple.

There are three people in the photo,

The person on the far left looks very fat, even fatter than the fat man Zhang Bayi. On the right is a monk, and in the middle is a man wearing casual clothes. The fat man looks to be in his forties at that time. Well, the monk in that photo also looked to be in his forties or fifties at that time, while the man in the middle was a little younger and looked to be no more than thirty years old.

"You know him, right?" The monk looked at Su Bai and said, "His name is...Su Yuhang."

Su Yuhang,

These three words,

Of course Su Bai had heard of it, haha. Before Su Bai was twenty-three years old, he always regarded this man as his father.

In my "memory", this man often appears. He is good at calligraphy and music. He is a very elegant man.

And recently,

Su Bai's impression of this man,

It comes from the previous story world, which is the story world that Su Bai entered to save Xun'er. When he walked into the door, outside the scene of the demon cave, he saw that he was still young at that time.

"Has he been here?" Su Bai asked.

"Yes." Su Bai nodded, "The monk on the far right is the poor monk's uncle, with the Buddhist name Huineng. The one on the far left has an unknown identity, but according to the memories of the old monks in the temple, he should be an official. , and the one in the middle is your father, he came here more than 20 years ago, and the three of them even took a group photo together."

"Isn't that strange?" Su Bai shrugged nonchalantly, but it hurt his wounds. Obviously, Su Bai didn't care as much as he showed.

"That thing was also lost more than twenty years ago." The monk added, "There must be a connection between the two. In fact, this photo was also found by the poor monk in the temple archives. At that time, Master Huineng would keep records of the guests he saw every day."

"That, what on earth is it?" Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head, "The poor monk really doesn't know, but if he guessed correctly, it should be a Westerner's thing. It ended up being lost here for some unknown reason. And recently, it has begun to take the initiative to reveal its location and aura. , obviously, it is not ready to hide anymore.”

"You have said so much, but you still didn't tell me whether it was a magic weapon or something else."

"It should... be a magic weapon." The monk smiled bitterly, "If it were a human being, it would be too sensational."

"Monk, you mean that the people on the left and right of Su Yuhang in this photo were all the audience back then?"

"I have been inseparable for a long time. I have read the notes and insights of Master Huineng. When I first read the scriptures, I felt a little confused and confused. Later, I became a listener and I was able to understand. Master Huineng My uncle expresses his emotions through the annotations of Buddhist scriptures."

"Because if you do it this way, your traces will not be erased by the broadcast after your death?" Su Bai said with a smile.

"Well, that should be the case. The identity of the man on the left was actually found, but on this day, he died in a car accident."

"Another car accident." Su Bai stuck out his tongue, "The radio can't play new tricks."

"What was lost there should be something from the West. It is most likely a magic weapon. The magic weapon was lost there and began to repair itself. However, it has become violent recently. Some nearby villages have If there are mass deaths of humans and animals, it should be due to its hand."

"Then you go and solve it." Su Bai still didn't seem too interested. Even if the monk took out this old photo, Su Bai still wasn't very interested.

"The problem is that the broadcast did not announce a real mission, but many people have died." The monk looked at Su Bai seriously, "Su Bai, you should know what this means. If it is an ordinary ghost and evil thing, how dare you do this How can the radio remain indifferent to murdering people and sucking their blood with such wantonness? Can’t it just send a real-life task to the listeners in Yunnan to solve it?”

Su Bai picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and then licked his tongue.

"Monk, you mean that the owner of that magical weapon is still alive?

So the broadcast will only settle all the things done by this magic weapon to its owner first, instead of releasing actual tasks? "

"According to the rules of broadcasting, this should be the case, so most listeners will control their magical weapons and spiritual objects and will never allow them to go out to cause damage, otherwise the cause and effect will be blamed on themselves."

Having said this, the monk paused and said:

“Even people like Lizhi have never been an audience for more than ten years, and most of them have left by train.

Don’t you find it horrifying that the listeners from more than 20 years ago are still alive? "