Chapter 307

At first, Fatso looked at the beautiful woman's expression. Then, he looked at the dinosaur's expression. When the woman completely sucked the mummy dry and turned it into a real mummy and slowly turned it into ashes, Fatso looked like he was looking at a devil.

For a moment, Fatso's estimation of the woman's strength jumped by leaps and bounds. First, it was the middle stage of the high-level listener, then it was the high stage of the high-level listener, and then he realized that it was not right. This was obviously a strong woman at the peak of the high-level listener, only one step away from the Dao Validation!

The woman seemed to enjoy this feeling very much. After all, there were too few non-listener creatures in the real world who were so strong and at such a high level of life. Even if there were, they were all hiding in places where they could not see the light. It was very troublesome to find them, and she could not casually hunt high-level listeners to suck them. She could not withstand the anger of the broadcast.

At this moment, the woman's gaze was a little dissatisfied as she glanced at the other two coffins. Fatso, who was far away, could even feel the two people lying in the two coffins gasping.

However, the woman seemed to feel that good things had to be enjoyed slowly. She would suck one today, and the next time she could not help but suck another one. Only then would she be able to satisfy her craving.

In any case, these two things could not leave this bronze door. It was a place designed by a man and a woman. The lab mice would definitely not be able to escape.

Then, the woman looked at Fatso.

Fatso was stunned for a moment, then he revealed a very difficult smile. Even though the lake water poured into his mouth because he opened his lips, Fatso felt that he still had to show his friendliness.

"You, come with me."

The woman pointed at Fatso,

Fatso suddenly had a feeling..,

They were here for him!

..

Yellow paper flew, and two simple tombstones were erected here. Fatso chanted the sutra of reincarnation, sending the two divers on their last journey. As the saying went, it was convenient for others.

As the saying goes, helping others is also helping oneself. The Daoists had passed down very strict rules from their ancestors, such as repaying favors and karma. Especially karma that was seen as dirty in the eyes of ordinary people, they had to treat it seriously. How could one not wet one's shoes if one often walked by the river, especially when the places that the true Daoists entered and exited the most were the so-called dirty places. If one was not careful in those places, one's life would be in danger. If one had the local dirty things to remind and help, then one's life would really be spared.

The woman leaned against a rock and stood there. She did not show any dissatisfaction with Fatso's strange burial. The division of the audience circle was very strict. In addition to the deterrence of the broadcasting rules, it was difficult for the powerful audience to attack and exploit the weak audience unless they were willing to pay a sufficient price. Therefore, the various levels of the audience circle could develop independently.

Fatso finished the ritual and walked in front of the woman. He shrugged. "I'm done."

The woman had previously told Fatso that she wanted Fatso to go with her and help her do some things. If Fatso did not agree, the woman would risk being punished by the broadcast to kill Fatso.

Whether the woman was serious or just bluffing, Fatso could only pinch his nose and admit defeat. What if he met another female Da Bai?

"Where are we going? What can I help you with? "

While Fatso was helping the two divers, his mind kept thinking. Fortunately, Fatso was flexible. He had been Lychee's errand boy in the past, so he did not feel pressured in this aspect. Now, since the woman wanted to take him with her, he might as well take the initiative. Lychee was already gone, but this woman might be another Lychee in the future. Judging from the way the woman sucked the mummy into ashes, he knew that she was also a wild and unrestrained person. Now that he had a strong backer, why wouldn't he do it?

Why had Jie Ling always been the cream of the crop among his peers? Why was he different from everyone else in terms of status?

Wasn't it because he had a boss who lived and ate with him?

According to the broadcasting rules, if the strong helped the weak unconditionally, it would increase the difficulty of the weak in the story world. However, if it was reciprocation, it would make sense. When the other party gave him some pointers, it might be of great help when he broke through in the future.

Because of that, after understanding this point, Fatty's subjective initiative immediately came into play.

"I'm Zhang Bayi. You should know this. My Taoist name is Qingyun Zi, but I don't use it much. I'm proficient in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Zhouyi, Eastern and Western formations, and I'm also proficient in refining, nourishing, and medicine …"

Before Fatso could officially introduce himself, the woman interrupted Fatso and asked, "I'm Zhang Bayi.

"Su Bai, do you know him?"

"…" Fatty suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

…

The distance from Lugu Lake to the ancient city of Lijiang was only about a hundred kilometers. Although it was tiring to drive from Lijiang to Dali, it was still convenient for driving.

When he went from Chengdu to Lugu Lake, Fatso had Skinny Monkey to drive him. Now, he had no choice but to be the driver himself.

"My bro really became a civil servant?" Fatso muttered as he drove, "This is so f * cking comfortable. He has a stable income and a backer. He's awesome."

Fatso could not help but think so. Ordinary listeners, in order to flatter the radio station, kept doing chivalrous deeds or did realistic tasks for the radio station in order to increase a little bit of favorability. However, Su Bai was now directly working for the government. In the Qing Dynasty, it was like a clothes-wearing slave was suddenly promoted, and he was even promoted to the Two Yellow Banners.

"Maybe he's not very willing to do it." Along the way, the woman did not reply to Fatso much, and she was not cold. It was like if Fatso was sitting in the car with an ordinary veteran driving, Fatso would probably not bother to pay much attention to her. It was purely because they were at different levels, so there was a lot less common language.

"I believe that. My bro's family conditions have been difficult since he was young. When he was young, he suffered from domestic violence, parental relationship, cold family violence, and so on. So, he is a little mentally abnormal."

Anyway, Da Bai was not here, so Fatso did not feel any psychological pressure selling out his gay friend.

"It's really not easy to be the son of those two people," the woman replied. The woman replied. Obviously, at her level, she had the qualifications and channels to know some things.

Along the way, Fatso chatted with the woman a lot. Most of the time, he took the initiative to find topics to talk about, but the woman's occasional response made Fatso extremely shocked. In fact, Fatso felt that this woman was even more terrifying than Liang Sen.

At this thought, Fatso suddenly felt that Liang Sen, a big coward, could actually be promoted to a big boss. His luck was amazing.

The car drove into the territory of Dali, but the woman did not intend to rest. She first asked Fatso to walk around Erhai Lake. Of course, Fatso knew that the woman was not sightseeing around Erhai Lake. She should be in the place called the Land of Proving Dao.

Soon, the woman asked Fatso to stop at a place. Then, she gestured for Fatso to drive directly up the mountain.

There were no mountain roads there, but Fatso gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The slope was not high, and because there was no road, it was naturally very bumpy. Slowly, between two undeveloped slopes, the woman gestured for Fatso to stop.

Then, the woman got out of the car.

Naturally, Fatso followed behind and got out of the car.

"I'll find the formation and unlock it. You just need to help me maintain the formation," the woman said.

This was equivalent to letting the woman do 99% of the work herself, and Fatso would only do 1%. Moreover, even a veteran who knew how to create formations could complete 1% of the work.

As if sensing Fatty's confusion, the woman added, "I'm afraid that your friend will go crazy and stop me from leaving after I go in. If he tries to force his way into the magic circle, then you, who are maintaining the magic circle, will also be affected."

"Then wouldn't I be letting him down by doing this?" Fatso was a little hesitant. Then, he gritted his teeth. "No, no, this won't do. I've already cheated him before and almost caused him and Lord Buddha to die. I don't want to do this a second time."

"I promise you that I won't kill him." The woman glanced at Fatso. "For the final advancement, a guardian of the Land of Dao Verification. If he wants to fight me to the death, do you think I can't kill him? As long as I can advance successfully, the broadcaster will turn a blind eye. "

Fatso bit his lip and said, "Don't hurt him!"

"Don't kill him."

"Don't hurt him." Fatso insisted again.

"Then you can go and die now." The woman raised her hand in the air.

"Don't kill him!" Fatso looked determined, as if he did not notice that he had spoken wrongly.

The woman stretched out her hand as if she was responding to something. About three minutes later, a white circle of light rose from the ground.

Fatso did not even need to plant the formation flag. Before the woman walked into the white light and disappeared, she directly threw the formation guide to Fatso. As long as Fatso maintained it, it would be fine.

"Sigh." Fatty sighed. He didn't know if he was helping Da Bai or harming Da Bai by doing this. However, they were meat on the chopping block. When a truly powerful being began to be unreasonable and stubbornly insisted on doing things their own way even if they had to bear the consequences of being broadcast, they really didn't have much choice.

Coincidentally, Fatso's cell phone rang. It was a call from the monk.

Fatty answered the call while he diverted his attention to maintain the formation primer.

"Hey, monk, why do you suddenly miss me?"

"Amitabha. Fatso, where are you? What are you doing? "

The fat man thought for a moment. He had left the Fang family to fight for a position for himself. It would be too embarrassing to say that he was following behind a woman and being a lackey, so he said, "I'm sorry.

"I'm playing in Hong Kong. I have two Hong Kong celebrities with me. They just came out of the shower. Tell me what you want, monk. In a while, I'm going to do something unsuitable for monks."

As he spoke, Fatso deliberately panted as if he was really lying on a bed in a high-class hotel in Hong Kong and enjoying the service. Even his breathing had a clear rhythm. It was more real than real.

"Oh." The monk responded and didn't say anything else.

Fatso continued panting while gritting his teeth and making a nasal sound. Seeing that the monk suddenly stopped talking, Fatso first patted his buttocks and made a crisp sound. Then, he took the phone away and shouted, "Climb down and spread your legs. Be good. Yes, that's it …" Then, he shouted into the phone, "Monk, what's the matter? Tell me quickly. I'm going into the cave."

"Amitabha. Look to the west," the monk said.

Fatso turned his head and looked to the west. On a mountain not far to the west, Fatso saw the figures of two men. One was wearing a kasaya and the other was wearing a Lama costume.

Furthermore, the two monks were looking at him with binoculars.