"An excellent person like me,
Should have lived a brilliant life,
But in the end, after more than 20 years,
Still floating in the sea of people,
A smart person like me,
Said goodbye to simplicity long ago,
Why did I still use a relationship,
To change a body of scars … "
Fatso, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding a large stereo in his hand. He connected it to the Bluetooth and was playing Mao Buyi's "A Person Like Me". Fatso's gaze drifted away from the window. He looked a little deep, as if the song was his own monologue. He looked extremely arrogant. Just yesterday, Fatso used this loudspeaker to play music at the funeral. This time, he specially brought it out for the new temple.
Su Bai sat alone in the back seat. The driver was Lord Zeng. The monk had moved ahead of schedule and got off directly at the Leshan high-speed railway station. Then, he planned to take the train to Xi 'an.
Su Bai did not think that the monk was temporarily separated from him to avoid embarrassment. First, he was not a person who could not see things clearly. Second, the monk was not the kind of person who was thin-skinned.
Perhaps the monk just felt that he needed some time alone to prepare for the next advancement. In short, there were only three people left in the car on the way back to the orphanage.
Lord Zeng answered a few phone calls as he drove. Usually, he was very secretive when it came to his followers and the temple's subordinates. However, since he was going to build a temple, he naturally needed some of his subordinates to run errands. Before the monk left, he also drew a sketch and left it behind. It was considered part of the design plan that belonged to him.
After a while, when the new temple was built, perhaps the monk would have succeeded in his advancement and come back.
The car was driving on the winding mountain road. There was a heavy fog around, and the water vapor was very heavy. But Su Bai still opened the window. Soon, his clothes and the side of the window were moistened with a layer of moisture.
"Let's take a break. Do you want to eat something?" Lord Zeng asked.
"Then let's go to the front and take a break. There is food in the back of the car. Let's have a picnic." Fatso suggested. In fact, there were restaurants on both sides of the mountain road and in the villages and towns that the road passed through. But the food there was really not that good.
After Lord Zeng pulled over, Fatso brought out some food and drinks. They sat on the grass by the cliff and drank a can of beer each.
The scenery here was indeed not bad. However, people would eventually get tired of appreciating the scenery. Along the way, there were only mountains and mountains. After seeing so many of them, they no longer found it strange.
Su Bai ate some bread and potato chips while Fatso fetched some water from a nearby stream. He lit a fire with talisman paper and made two bowls of instant noodles. Su Bai did not want any, so he and Lord Zeng each took a bowl.
To be honest, they had just tasted the monk's cooking yesterday. Now that they were eating these, it was really hard to swallow. To Su Bai and company, eating was just a form of enjoyment and not for the sake of living. Therefore, the three of them were actually quite picky when it came to food. The story world was a special environment, so they naturally couldn't do anything about it. But in the real world, there was no need for them to make do.
Fatso had only eaten one mouthful of instant noodles before putting it down. He said helplessly, "Damn, why does it taste like plastic? I'm not eating anymore."
Fatty began to throw a tantrum.
Lord Zeng continued eating leisurely, while Su Bai did not comment.
Fatso rolled his eyes and looked at Su Bai first. He leaned his shoulder against Su Bai and asked, "Crown Prince, you can still eat such crude food?"
Su Bai smiled and said, "It would be better if you gave me some blood to go with the bread."
"…" Fatso was at a loss for words. He then said to Lord Zeng, "Lord Zeng, why don't we get something else to eat? Anyway, we're not in a hurry to return to the orphanage, and it's not far. Since we're getting off the car to have a picnic, let's really have a picnic. "
"What can we eat here?" Lord Zeng asked.
"Isn't there a goat at the turn just now? Let's get one and roast a whole goat. My barbecue skills are pretty good. We just need to find a way to save some money. "Su Bai patted his chest and boasted.
Fatso knew how to cook Sichuan cuisine. He used to cook in Old Fang's house. After all, most people who were good at cooking could cook.
But roast a whole goat?
"What's wrong? You don't believe me? I'm going to sue you. If it weren't for the sake of inheriting my father's business, I would have become a chef. " Fatso got up and walked to the corner. He ordered, "Pick up some firewood and set it up."
Su Bai and Lord Zeng looked at each other and put down the things in their hands.
But at this moment, a goat suddenly took the initiative to come here. Fatso was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was a warrior who was willing to sacrifice himself. Unexpectedly, the goat went around Fatso and went down the cliff. There was a clear stream at the bottom.
The goat ran to the stream and began vomiting. Yes, vomiting. Su Bai had never seen a goat vomit as crazily as a human. After vomiting for a while, the goat slammed into the river and continued vomiting.
"Hey, it's evil." Fatso walked back. "Is this thing going to become a demon?"
"It's cleaning itself so that we can eat it." Su Bai lit a cigarette and handed one to Fatso. He looked around and saw a little girl on the opposite hill. She was wearing a simple green dress and seemed to be looking at Su Bai's direction across the cliff.
The next moment, Su Bai's figure disappeared and appeared on the opposite hill. The girl turned around and looked at Su Bai.
Su Bai felt a very weak murderous aura from her.
"What the hell are you?" As he spoke, Su Bai waved at Fatso, gesturing for Fatso to come and take a look. After all, Su Bai knew that the person in front of him was not a human, but neither was it a demon or a zombie.
Fatso rode his sword over. Although he had always wanted to be as free and easy as Li Xiaoyao, Hu Ge was not so fat. He did not feel free and easy at all. Instead, he felt like a mountain of meat had fallen over.
The girl turned around and looked at Fatso. She did not speak or make a sound. It was as if she could not think.
Fatso walked over and placed his hand on the top of the girl's head. Then, his eyes narrowed. In an instant, he pulled out a silver needle from the back of the girl's head. The silver needle was very long, about the length of two adult men's palms. It had been in the girl's head all this time.
When the silver needle was taken out by Fatso, the smile on the girl's face became even wider. Then, her body began to split open, and a pile of gold and silver paper ingots flew out. These paper ingots burned when they fell to the ground, emitting a foul smell.
"What is this?" Su Bai asked again.
In fact, the girl was not a threat at all. After all, the three of them were no longer the ignorant people of the past. Unless they encountered a freak like Armor or Fu Su who was related to the Pre-Qin Dynasty, there was little that could threaten their safety. Of course, threats from within the audience did not count.
"The little girl who was buried with us has become a spirit. She ran out on her own and wanted us to help her find her release. She was the one who brought the goat here as a reward for her help." Fatso said calmly, "Hehe, the goat has already spat out its intestines. I'll go clean up and prepare the barbecue."
Su Bai looked down at the ashes on the ground. He quietly smoked the cigarette and returned to Fatso's side. Fatso used Lord Zeng's chopper to scrape the meat. When Su Bai returned, the two had already started a fire and set up a simple grill.
"Then I'll be waiting to eat." Su Bai had nothing else to help, and it seemed that he was not needed. He sat down next to Lord Zeng and said, "The suppression of the broadcast is getting weaker." Su Bai sat down next to Lord Zeng.
The appearance of Fu Su and the rioting of the Armored Man were the major factors. Now, the three of them had bumped into a little girl who had escaped from an unknown grave. In short, it seemed that when the announcement was made that they were moving, the shameful things seemed to have lost their restraints. This was different from what they had expected. They thought that the announcement would clean up the place, but now, the pests were crawling in the living room.
"Maybe the broadcast has already changed the plane attribute of this world. Maybe the broadcast is deliberately suppressing some things, so that the world can still retain some things that should not exist in a technological civilization," Lord Zeng guessed. "After all, the broadcast also knows the principle that if the water is too clear, there will be no fish. But I think it is possible that when the broadcast leaves this place and enters the next world, the plane attribute of this world will go through a self-cleaning process.
Of course, the level of this cleaning will be relatively low. It is like washing a piece of clothing with water, and most of the dirt will be removed. But the stubborn stains will still need to be removed by the listeners before the broadcast leaves. "
"At this level, there is no need for us to do anything. Since the little girl who was buried with the tomb can transform into a spirit, it is obvious that the owner of the tomb should be more powerful. But at most, a veteran should be able to solve it. The broadcast will not assign us to do this in real life. It is too much of a waste." Fatso smacked his lips and said helplessly, "I only have salt here. I don't have any other seasonings. Let's make do with it. At least it is better than instant noodles."
Although there was firewood on the bonfire, Fatso added igniting talismans, so the fire burned like a small stove. Not long after, Fatso began to cut the meat. Each person had a big piece. They sat on the ground and everyone began to eat.
Su Bai tore a piece and put it into his mouth. The mutton was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It also had the perfect smell of mutton.
"Hey, I like to eat mutton with a little mutton smell. Otherwise, how is it different from eating pork?" Fatso smiled, apparently quite satisfied with his cooking.
Su Bai ate a few more mouthfuls, then put down the mutton and said, "Something's wrong."
"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good. "Fatso asked.
"We went to Leshan, and as a result, Fu Su, who was sealed in Leshan, came out. The armored man sealed under Sanjiang also began to get restless and almost came out. If this is explained as a coincidence, it can barely be explained. But an inexplicable burial girl who became a spirit in the tomb could take the initiative to come to us to seek relief … I thought it was strange before.
Because with our current level of strength, even if the burial girl became a spirit, it was impossible for her to sense the special breath on us. With her level of strength, she should think that we are just ordinary people. "
Su Bai paused again, and then a look of understanding appeared on his face, "I understand, Lord Zeng, your guess should be wrong. I think the cleaning method of the broadcast is very simple. When we first became listeners, we should have a feeling that those strange and supernatural things will happen more frequently around us or be encountered by us.
So now,
The broadcast should be adjusted to this frequency. Now all the listeners in the real world are like big light bulbs in the dark for the things in this world that do not conform to the theme of middle-level technological civilization. Where there are listeners, those things nearby will come one after another regardless of their strength.
Even … moths to the flame.
We are actually okay, even the veterans can be considered okay, but the experiencers, low-level listeners, and ordinary listeners, maybe from a while ago, the real world may be more dangerous for them than the story world. "
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