Everyone needed to give in. When you chose not to give in this time, you would suddenly realize that very soon, you would have to continue giving in for the sake of not giving in. For example, in the car, both Monk and Fu Su did not seem to be in high spirits.
No one knew what Jie Lun's final choice would be. Perhaps even Jie Lun himself wasn't sure. Moreover, even if Jie Lun suddenly said that he was willing, no one knew if he would change his mind when it came time to offer himself.
This time, the monk had completely boarded Su Bai's chariot. If Su Bai had already hit the southern wall and refused to turn back, then the monk actually had no way out.
Therefore, at this time, he needed absolute insurance.
No matter what decision Jie Lun made in the end, Monk was not willing to take this risk. Fu Su was also unwilling to take the risk. This Young Master was burdened with the hatred of his country and family. He was the one who could not afford to lose.
Therefore, the two of them had actually reached a consensus in an instant without any prior communication or communication.
"There's someone in front," Monk said. "Get out of the car. I'll stop them. Once we reach that position, we should be safe."
"Is that woman reliable?" Fu Su asked. He was asking about Chen Ru.
"She might not be willing to participate in this matter, but she probably won't attack you," Monk could only promise so much. He was not Su Bai and could not make Chen Ru promise him anything.
"Mm."
Fu Su made a sound of acknowledgment and disappeared from the carriage.
Then, Monk drove the car into the service area in front.
Just as he stopped the car, a man and a woman walked over. The woman was very tall and the man was slightly shorter.
Monk knew these two people. One was Xu Rongrong and the other was Qian Shubin. Both of them were high-level listeners in Sichuan and had crossed paths in the past.
Monk got out of the car and smiled. He put his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha."
"He's not here?" Xu Rongrong asked helplessly. "Qilü, you're making things difficult for me."
"What's so difficult about it? Qilü is determined to fight with us. Forget it, let's not fight and just sit here. I owe someone a favor, so I have to do this for him."
With that, Qian Shubin sat cross-legged and looked at Qilü.
Xu Rongrong leaned back against the car, took out her phone, and started playing games.
Tyrant opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something. However, he hesitated for a moment and decided not to say anything. He sat down cross-legged as well.
Everyone had a scale in their heart, and they all had their own considerations.
The two of them were going to participate in this matter, but they weren't really interested. There were less than 10 high-level audience members in Shijiazhuang, and the other 10 seemed to be watching the show. If that group of audience members chose to join in from the beginning, they wouldn't be able to last until Su Bai and himself arrived. Similarly, if that group of people attacked them directly, no matter how "domineering" Su Bai was, he wouldn't be able to frighten them like how Zhang Fei scared Cao Jun away at Changban Slope.
At the end of the day, some people would be particularly tempted by the so-called immigration qualification, but there were also people who were still watching and hesitating.
"Can we succeed?" Qian Shubin asked. He seemed to be very concerned about this matter, but he didn't really show it in his actions. He and Xu Rongrong had left the monk here, which could be considered as an explanation to both sides. In other words, he actually didn't have his own standpoint.
"It's difficult," Monk said honestly.
"Hehe, like I said, it's more practical to kill that person to obtain the immigration qualification. Otherwise, if we can't prove our Dao in time, only death awaits us. Even if we succeed, it's very likely that there's no hope."
Xu Rongrong complained while playing with her phone. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with Qian Shubin's choice. Of course, since Qian Shubin had decided to be passive, Xu Rongrong didn't have the capital to be proactive even if she wanted to.
At least, this woman knew that if Monk wanted to deal with her, her chances of winning in a one-on-one fight would be very low. Because she was a spiritual-type Enhancer, and Monk's state of mind and inheritance were just right to restrain her.
"There are only three qualifications. After killing and snatching, are you sure you can get that qualification?" Qian Shubin said disapprovingly, "On the contrary, if they succeed, then the broadcast will naturally stop the destruction of the audience. Then, everyone actually has a chance to live."
"Amitabha, everyone thinks that they are the main characters," Monk said, "Everyone thinks that they can get one of the positions."
"Hehe." Qian Shubin shook his head helplessly, "But if they don't see themselves as the main characters … generally, the supporting characters die earlier."
In the service area, Xiang An was silent.
…
In the small temple outside the orphanage, Fatso continued to stay in the wine jar, swaying from time to time and occasionally snoring. People needed rest, just like machines also needed maintenance.
Fatso hadn't rested for a long time. Because of his selfish desires, his Taoist Heart had long been unstable. Taking this opportunity, Fatso also planned to clean himself up.
It was often said in WeChat Moments that going to Tibet could purify the soul, but this was nothing more than petty bourgeoisie moaning without illness. Although Fatso didn't really like this method of purifying the soul, it was undeniable that Chen Ru's method was indeed effective.
To be born, to die, to be born with a little bit, to die with a small urn. For the audience, it was considered lucky to have a small urn after death. Many people died without knowing why, without even having a whole body. They died without knowing why, and then their relatives and friends in real life would send them off in a muddleheaded manner.
Lord Zeng continued to meditate and recuperate in the wing room. Wisps of green smoke kept rising from his body.
For Lord Zeng, his priority now was to consolidate his realm and erase the hidden dangers of forcibly improving his realm in battle.
In addition to Fatso and Lord Zeng, there were two other women in the small temple.
At this time, Xun Er was sitting on a stone, and Chen Ru was standing next to her.
Although Chen Ru didn't look like a woman most of the time, it had to be said that compared to Lord Zeng and Fatso, it seemed that only Xun Er could talk to her in this place.
"Do you like him?" Chen Ru asked. "I can see that."
"I don't know, but I used to like him very much. Now, it's meaningless to say whether I like him or not." Xun Er took out her mobile phone. There was a photo taken when the three of them went to have a barbecue after buying the tombstone.
Chu Zhao was gone, and she was still living for the time being. She couldn't intervene in what Su Bai was doing, and could only watch. The so-called childhood friends had now become the most awkward relationship.
"He's too selfish," Chen Ru said. Chen Ru said. Then, she looked at the orphanage on the opposite hill. "He's looking for a son because he wants to find a light and sustenance for his dark life. Kind use is called use, and unkind use is also called use.
In this regard, there is no essential difference between him and his father. "
"I don't agree with what you said." Xun Er pursed her lips. Talking to Chen Ru was undoubtedly a very stressful thing for her. "Without Su Bai, the little guy is just a spiritual child in the story. Without the little guy, Su Bai may become more pure and unrestrained. Their ties to each other are mutual.
One is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer. It's just a matter of mutual consent. You haven't met the little guy, but I always feel that his intelligence is no less than any adult. "
"In that case, I really want to take a look. It's a pity that he didn't let me try to rescue his son." After Chen Ru finished speaking, her eyes narrowed slightly. On the distant mountain, she could vaguely see a few figures standing.
Because of her existence, those figures only dared to watch from afar and did not dare to approach.
In the small temple, Lord Zeng and Fatso also sensed all this.
Fatso woke up from his snoring and twisted his body, intending to get out of the wine jar. It was meaningless to get out of the boat at the last minute after they had boarded it. There was no need for the two of them to waste any more time at this time.
After all, it was them who made the choice.
However, as soon as Fatso got out of the wine jar, a white light fell on him.
"Dear listeners …"
A bitter smile appeared on Fatso's face. He took out a cigarette helplessly and put it in his mouth. If the broadcast about the bloody corpse's wife was purely for fun, this time, it was definitely not as simple as that.
It was done so obviously and deliberately.
The more it showed,
The more the broadcast was afraid.
Since you're afraid, it means that we still have a chance. It's not that we've become stronger …
Sensing the auras approaching from afar, the listeners were not united. They were far from the unity of the Great Qin Empire in the past. But the Qin Dynasty was still destroyed.
It was not the Qin Dynasty or the listeners that changed. It was because the broadcast had changed. It had become weaker. Alexander and the First Emperor chose the weakest node of the broadcast and prepared for the real battle at this time.
Lord Zeng also woke up from his meditation. A white light also shrouded him at this moment.
Lord Zeng was a little surprised but also a little relieved. He stood up and looked at Fatso, who was also shrouded in white light under the statue of the Three Pure Ones.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
In the next moment,
The white light disappeared.
The two of them also disappeared.
In the southeast direction, Fu Su's aura was getting closer and closer.
And those figures also seemed to be making some kind of preparation.
Chen Ru stood there motionlessly. Lord Zeng and Fatso had already been pulled into the world of the story.
Now,
The broadcast was actually watching her attitude.
If she acted rashly,
Then Boss Liang would no longer be alone.
Chen Ru looked at the three wine jars in the small temple that sealed the three high-level Western experts.
She frowned slightly.
"No matter how I look at it, it seems that there's no hope of winning …"
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