Terror broadcast

"Are you happy like this?"

In the distance, on a tall building, Su Bai and Xie Zhen stood side by side.

"It's pointless to ask like this." Su Bai responded.

Below the two of them, there was a scene like a Shura field. Just now, a real-life strangulation mission was announced on the radio, asking nearby listeners who received the radio to kill the hunchbacked old man.

There seems to be no precise regulations for the judgment of this kind of punishment in radio, but at least as a listener, especially when you reach the level of an advanced listener, you still have a rough idea of ​​the appropriateness.

With so many people dead in the square, and such a large deliberate cause and effect, it was impossible for the broadcaster to let him wait until the next story world to bombard them.

"You don't have to worry about being bitten if you have too many lice anyway." Xie Xun sighed. Su Bai's trick of using a clone made the hunchbacked old man even risk his own life. However, he ended up causing such a big sin. For Su Bai, Said, it is indeed much lighter than him directly killing the hunchbacked old man, but since Su Bai has just killed a senior person, why don't you just take one blame and carry two blames, and continue to carry the blame, and you still have to play like this Bloody in a roundabout way.

After all, these ordinary people who died were actually his fellow villagers, but Jie Zhen had no reason to accuse Su Bai, because he had actually seen Su Bai's plan before the incident happened. At that time, he He didn't try to stop her, and now he didn't bother to do anything like squeezing tears as an afterthought.

"I said, I'm not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I want to die." Su Bai looked at Ji Xiang, who was dozing on his shoulder, and reached out to rub his belly. Ji Xiang stretched out his arms in his sleep. He waved his paw subconsciously.

"You are almost ready for the next story world." Xie Zhen held his hands on the railing, "By the way, why don't you kill him and use him to accumulate some virtue."

"I didn't hear the broadcast just now." Su Bai pointed to his ear and said, "You heard the broadcast, but I didn't hear it. Do you really think that the broadcast is so stupid that you give me a chance to deliberately gain favor? Yes. Why don't you go down and kill him now?

This guy has already self-destructed. Although he is not dead, he is no different from a piece of mud. "

"I don't want to go down and kill him." Jie Zhen shook his head, "Because it will make me feel like I am deliberately using the lives of so many ordinary people to flatter the radio."

"Xie Zhen, I think that if you die one day, the cause of death must be because of hypocrisy." Su Bai smiled, "Okay, you finally got home, just spend more time with your mother. In fact, you should relax The best thing to do is, your illusion technique has very high requirements on your mental state. If your mental state is full of flaws and fears, it will be difficult to really bring others into your illusion.

Do you know why your illusion has no effect on me? Because compared with my life, the ups and downs and experiences you have tasted are too simple. Perhaps this is also a change in the way of fighting as an advanced listener. "

Su Bai turned around and patted Xie Zhen on the shoulder.

Xie Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Thank you."

This is Su Bai giving advice to himself, and it is also advice given by his opponent, which is very valuable.

The two of them didn't say anything about meeting up in the future or having a chance to drink together some other time, and just chose to separate.

………………

"Dong dong dong..."

A man in black sportswear knocked on the door. Soon, the monk opened the door. The man in front of him smelled of alcohol. A new tattoo could be seen on his shoulder from his rolled-up sleeves.

"The more you play, the more crazy you become."

The monk said helplessly.

The person who came in turned out to be Lord Buddha. Lord Buddha took off his hat, lay down on the sofa, raised one foot on the coffee table, picked up the teapot on the coffee table, and drank directly to his mouth.

The monk took the teapot and made another cup of tea for Lord Buddha. Regarding Lord Buddha's current state, the monk didn't say much. Everyone knew that both parties were actually stuck at the last moment, and they were both looking for their own. way to break through.

"Wipe it." The monk threw a wet towel over.

Buddha wiped it on his face. When he was drinking in the dance hall, he deliberately did not use his own strength to digest the alcohol, but indulged himself as much as possible, so he was indeed a little drunk now.

"Qi Lu, if I become a big-shot listener in the future, you can be my butler."

Buddha's speech now is less and less like his previous style. When a person leaves his original identity and jumps to another position, he may not notice anything, but the people around him feel it. It will be deep.

"Okay." The monk placed the Buddha on the sofa and took the scissors to the outside courtyard to start pruning the vine. "Now, the toxicity is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems to have a corrosive effect on the soul, poor monk. The magic circle set up the day before yesterday is still a bit unsafe, and we will have to set up another one in a few days."

"Haha, when Dabai comes back, pick a few leaves and make tea for him. It will be called Patchouli tea." Buddha said with a smile.

"It's because Dabai has a good appetite. He actually can eat this with raw eel. You are going too far. In fact, there is no need to be like this." The monk said.

"This way can achieve the best effect, and I noticed at that time that the vines had not really matured yet and only had a simple physical effect."

Buddha turned on the TV, then took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, and then took a round glass bottle.

The monk who had trimmed the vines walked back to the living room and saw the things on the coffee table. He said helplessly, "If the believers over there know that their spiritual leader has become like this, their faith will be shattered. "

"There's no way, I have to take some serious medicine. I used to carry too much on my shoulders and think too much. Now, I have to put it down first and let myself finish the sprint ahead. It doesn't matter if I pick it up again. "

Buddha took out an alcohol lamp from under the coffee table and began to smoke to himself.

The monk was sitting on the sofa opposite, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

drinking tea,

The Buddha opposite is taking drugs,

This scene is indescribably weird.

After a while, Buddha put down the objects in his hands and slowly relaxed, with a look of intoxication on his face.

"Qilv, you know, sometimes if you are too strong and your life level is too high, it is meaningless, and you cannot enjoy many indulgent enjoyments.

If I didn't take the initiative to seal my demon body, I wouldn't be able to experience the feeling of smoking, drinking, drugs, and drugs. "

"To indulge yourself at the cost of your own life, the poor monk disagrees." The monk is still very serious.

"What is life for?" Buddha squinted at the monk, "Do you know the Seven Laws?"

"you know?"

"I don't know either." Lord Buddha shook his head, "Haha, if we knew, wouldn't we already have become Buddhas long ago?"

The monk nodded, indicating that Gyatso was right.

Then, there is silence,

Silence seems to be very common when two people live together in Lao Fang's house.

In the past, there would still be that cute little guy, there would still be the fat man who liked to joke carelessly, there would also be that aloof cat, and that Su Bai who only came back occasionally and used the house as a hotel.

But now, there are only two of them in this house, but fortunately, they themselves have long been accustomed to this kind of silence. If a monk can't get used to silence, it's like a soldier who doesn't know how to shoot.

"I feel now that life is really tiring. It was fine when I didn't think about anything before. Nowadays, I am tired of playing, tired of living without a goal, and tired of living with a goal. In short, the word "tired" cannot be separated."

Gyatso suddenly sighed.

"It seems that your experience of life is really right. It has actually reached decadence." The monk took a sip of tea and said, "As you continue, you will slowly feel that life is boring, and then you will feel that you Their lives, and even the lives of others, need you to save them.”

"Is it that mysterious?" Gyatso asked.

"At that time, you have only two paths left. One is to become a famous artist. You can sing, write, make movies, etc. to show your own style, which is incompatible with the mainstream style of the world."

"What's another one?"

"The other option is to commit suicide." The monk said seriously. "In fact, there are many more people who choose the second way than the first way."

"Haha." Gyatso picked up the towel again and wiped his hands. "Actually, it's true. I don't know if anyone can't stand it and commit suicide when they first become an audience."

"Probably... very few. After all, radio will choose people, regardless of men, women, old or young. I don't think radio will choose those who are scared to commit suicide as soon as they come in. This is a waste for radio. Storytelling is also a kind of destruction.”

"Do you think there is any kind of job where you don't need to do anything, just sit there and wait for the money to fall every day?" Buddha asked at this time. Obviously, Buddha is becoming more and more like an ordinary person. As a human being, he is still in the immersion stage, just like entering the water first and then sinking to the bottom. When he feels that he can resurface, it means that the door has been pushed open.

At this time, the entrance door was pushed open, but neither the monk nor Gyatso sensed it in advance. When they saw Su Bai walking in, the two of them calmed down. Indeed, it is not so easy to sense Su Bai's breath now. , and Su Bai is also familiar with the formation of this house, and the formation will not react when he enters.

Both the monk and the Buddha stood up from the sofa.

Su Bai held Ji Xiang in one hand and smiled while changing his slippers at the entrance:

"Hey, Buddha, I know the job you just mentioned, I have it.

It means being a bastard in the wishing pool at the entrance of a temple or Taoist temple.

Don't do anything,

People throw money at you every day. "