Terror broadcast

"What the hell...fuck..."

Su Bai looked at the faces below and couldn't help but say this.

The memory of the previous pain was still very clear, but this bloody corpse actually appeared in front of him again, so suddenly;

It seems that its scope of activities is not that small, and it is not just a corner of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum.

Thinking about it, it is impossible for the audience in Shaanxi to meet up and organize an audience salon and then organize a group to go to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum to pay homage to the historical relics of the Chinese nation.

Moreover, its appearance here now can also explain what the monk said before, that it was full, so it vomited out the four of itself. This conclusion must be wrong. It is not good to stay in one place after eating. What's the point of wandering around with so much vitality in Slow Digestion?

The bloody corpse "pulled" itself out of the squatting pit in a very twisted way. Su Bai did not resist, and even raised his hands to indicate that he would not resist. Now Su Bai's head is still dizzy, and his body is filled with blood. A serious loss. He had just experienced the horror of this bloody corpse, so Su Bai expressed his attitude in this way.

This may be a bit...cowardly,

But when I think about the fate that I, Fatty and Monk should have turned into mummies standing together with the terracotta warriors and horses, now that I and others are still alive, it all depends on the wishes of the bloody corpse in front of me, so...it seems to be a little timid. It's also normal.

This bloody corpse is the most terrifying existence that Su Bai has encountered since becoming a listener, and the one that makes him feel most powerless. When he faced Lan Linyan Huihong or Piaolou before, Su Bai knew how powerful they were, but still He had the courage to take action against them, but facing this bloody corpse, Su Bai felt for the first time that his resistance was so pale.

Might as well...save your energy.

The bloody corpse's hand slowly reached over and took the phone from Su Bai's hand.

Su Bai was very cooperative and didn't resist. He let the other party take his cell phone.

The blood corpse's movements seemed very stiff and unnatural, which meant that it actually had no memory or habit of doing things that humans had done for a long time.

"Meow meow meow……"

The bloody corpse put the phone to his ear. The whole action gave people a numb scalp feeling, but Su Bai could feel that it was listening seriously, really seriously. At the same time, the auspicious voice on the other end of the phone was even more... So happy, so happy...it's a bit ridiculous.

As if Su Bai had thought of some possibility, he stared at the bloody corpse in front of him with his eyes wide open. He slowly pointed his finger at it, opened his mouth, and slowly uttered a few words:

"Who are you…………"

Su Bai couldn't help being shocked, couldn't help Su Bai not being horrified, because if it was really what he thought, then this matter would be really serious, and it had just pulled itself out of the pit. It was hard for Su Bai to imagine what would happen to that person. He was so informal and did things that came out of such a place without any hesitation.

Just when the person's name was about to be spat out, the bloody corpse suddenly shuddered and immediately grabbed Su Bai's neck with one hand, lifting Su Bai's whole body up. While his neck was being pinched, Su Bai felt the force coming from all directions. The pressure on the ground, not only his body, but also his soul was tightly restrained.

"Ahem...you...ahem..."

The phone in the blood corpse's hand exploded at this moment. It was crushed by her own hands. Then she waved her hand and Su Bai felt her body light up. She was thrown out and actually penetrated the wall. Arriving outside the hospital building, he fell directly into a pond behind the hospital building.

"boom!"

The water splashed, and about five seconds later, Su Bai came up and wiped his face with his hand. The wall of the toilet above was intact, but he was indeed thrown out like this.

Through the air?

Su Bai recalled in his mind the scene when he was switching between Hall 2 and Hall 1 of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum. It seemed to be correct. All of this was caused by this bloody corpse.

Climbing out of the pond, he was completely soaked. He found a rockery and sat down on it. Su Bai kept breathing heavily. In his mind, everything from the auspicious cries to the blood corpse picking up the phone was going on. Movements continued to emerge, and Su Bai felt that he had torn away some of the fog, but he still couldn't understand anything clearly.

If it was that person, why did it become like this?

This is really hard to imagine and unimaginable,

Or does Jixiang know this person?

But with Ji Xiang's cold and cold temperament, it's impossible.

Holding his head with both hands, Su Bai gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he had the feeling that he had been deliberately tricked into the horror broadcast. He could only be regarded as insignificant to the entire audience circle, including the horror broadcast. character, then why did the terrorist broadcast deliberately force me to come to Xi'an when I was still seriously injured?

You know, at that time, there was Fatty Monk and the others under the same roof. Their injuries were not serious, but the terrorist broadcast still wanted to specifically look for you?

why is that?

Is it really because the horror broadcast looks at me differently?

Is it really because Horror Broadcasting is particularly optimistic about itself?

Su Bai knows one truth, that is, pie will not fall from the sky. If pie does fall, it will kill people. What is the purpose of terror broadcasts?

Also, the omnipotent horror broadcast seems to be a bit too cumbersome in this matter, which makes Su Bai a little unaccustomed and a little unbelievable. In the perception of Su Bai and most of the listeners, horror Broadcasting is the supreme existence, the almighty existence, the omnipotent existence. Terrorist radio can know whatever it wants to know, and whatever it wants to do can be done immediately. There is no need for it to go around in circles to achieve any purpose, because the whole world , whether it is the story world or the real world, for horror broadcasts, the farthest distance is nothing more than the distance from your left hand to your right hand.

Standing up and dragging his wet body, Su Bai planned to go back to the ward in Xi'an.

………………

"Damn it, Su Bai has been going to the toilet for so long and hasn't come back yet. Isn't this boy constipated? Don't tell me, it's really possible. When he was a young master, he ate delicacies from the mountains and seas. That's called exquisiteness. Now that I am a working family, I only eat home-cooked food, so my stomach may not be used to it." The fat man yelled while leaning on the hospital bed while eating.

The monk and Gyatso were sitting on chairs. Both monks had calm faces.

For the monk, the temple is completely gone, and he has nothing to cling to. It is better to leave Xi'an as soon as possible, a place of right and wrong for the audience. Besides, for Gyatso, this time it is considered a near miss. But there is really no need to stay here and take risks, because there are no obvious benefits at all, not even vague benefits.

The three people in the ward were all exposed to the terrifying existence of that existence, so they were basically similar to Su Bai. They knew that if they encountered that existence again, there would really be no big difference between resisting and not resisting.

They are really not qualified to intervene in matters of this level now.

The fat man was depleted of energy and blood and wanted to eat meat, but the monk just bought him a few bowls of lean meat porridge. The monk was proficient in medical science and knew that relying on the instinctive desire to eat big fish and meat at this time would be destructive to the body's functions.

"This hospital is so shabby. There is no private bathroom." The fat man drank another bowl of porridge and continued: "The public toilets in the corridor always remind me of the ghost stories I read when I was a child."

Seeing that Gyatso and the monk were silent, they were obviously not very interested in this topic. The fat man, who received no response, continued to talk on his own.

"I used to have a buddy who lived in a school dormitory. There was a public toilet in the corridor. There was no private bathroom in the dormitory. One night he went to use the toilet.

There were rows of squatting pits, one after another. He was squatting there to defecate. It was in the middle of the night. The toilet lights were also voice-activated and a bit dim. When he was enjoying himself, there was a sound coming from the pit in front of him. A voice came and asked to borrow some tissue paper.

They were all classmates, so my buddy didn’t say anything, he just said yes.

Then the person in the pit in front stretched his hand over from the side, and the guy separated part of his own piece of tissue paper and handed it over.

Then when he continued to pull, he suddenly remembered something, that is, the distance between the squatting pit and the squatting pit was very close, that is, it was only separated by a thin cement glass brick, but the squatting pit had a partition on the side. , that kind of toilet, when other people go into the toilet and see the person squatting inside, they can see that person’s head but not the shameful parts of the back half of the body.

Therefore, if the person squatting in the front wants to reach out from the side and ask for toilet paper from the person squatting in the back, it is basically impossible.

My buddy was so scared that he peed. Well, it was easy for him to pee at that time, and he immediately wiped his butt a few times and got ready to leave. But when he just pulled up his pants and stood up, the toilet started to flush. , the squatting thing in front of him was also rushed over, and he saw a human face passing through his crotch, and it was rolled down along with the feces and urine. The man smiled at him, as if thanking him for borrowing it. Like papyrus. "

After listening to this story, the monk suddenly said: "Zhang Bayi, this is your personal experience. Because of your physical constitution and the fact that your family is a Taoist family, you have been able to channel spirits since you were very young. It’s easy to see those unclean things.”

"Whatever you think." The fat man stopped arguing.

At this time, Su Bai, who was soaked all over, opened the door and walked in.

"Fuck, Dabai, did you fall into the toilet?" Fatty exclaimed.

Gyatso and the monk also looked at Su Bai in surprise.

"I..." Su Bai pursed his lips, "I saw...