Chapter 327

Qin Yang drove to the road in front of Qinhuangdao train station. He pointed to the roadside and said, "Do you want to buy something to eat and drink on the train? The train station is expensive, it's not worth it. "

Su Bai suddenly felt amused. "Can you not be so down to earth?"

Qin Yang laughed and waved his hand. "I have a three-month-old child and a wife who isn't in good health. I'm used to being frugal. Look at the cigarettes I smoke, 3.50 yuan a pack. I'm not as free and easy as you."

"You shouldn't be short of money," Su Bai said.

Yes, the listeners of the radio might not be as flashy as being rich, but with his ability and the silent consent of the radio, it was not a problem for him to live a comfortable and prosperous life.

"I have no qualms about spending the money that I've earned myself. I'm afraid that the money that I've earned from the broadcast will be used on my family. I'm afraid that they'll be affected by this kind of karma, so I'll deal with it myself."

Qin Yang tossed the cigarette butt out of the window, looking a little desolate. Obviously, a man who could suppress his ability and continue to live a down-to-earth life of earning money to support his family, the pressure he had to endure and his terrifying temperament was indeed shocking.

Su Bai suddenly thought of his parents, then himself, and then the little fellow.

Could this be considered a form of karma?

Alighting the car, he waved goodbye to Qin Yang. Su Bai really did go to the supermarket opposite and bought two bottles of water and a stick of chewing gum. He then crossed the road and went to the train station.

After getting in the elevator and collecting his ticket, Su Bai sat in the waiting hall and waited.

When it was almost time, Su Bai was about to get up to check his ticket when he suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill in the depths of his heart. It even vaguely affected the zombie malevolent energy in his body.

Su Bai silently lowered his head, hiding his twisted expression. The zombie malevolent energy in his body suddenly felt like it was about to boil. If it wasn't for Su Bai's quick reflexes, he might have transformed in front of everyone.

His consciousness started to search, his eyes started to wander. Su Bai finally found the source of the force that was pulling him.

It was in the toilet, the toilet in the waiting hall.

He stumbled into the toilet and even collided with a few people along the way. When those people saw him like this, they thought that he was ill or addicted to drugs, so they did not care too much and hurriedly avoided him.

Su Bai entered the toilet. In the row of toilet cubicles, Su Bai quickly walked to the last cubicle. he reached out to open the door but it was locked from the inside.

Without hesitation, Su Bai immediately lifted his leg and kicked the door.

"Bang!"

The door of the cubicle was kicked open, and Su Bai saw a man lying unconscious in the cubicle. In the man's arms, something was emitting a light visible to the naked eye.

The man's body was covered in feces and urine. It was obvious that the thing suddenly acted up when he was about to go to the toilet. He didn't even have time to wipe his butt. He didn't even realize that he had fainted. He was still doing what he was doing before he fainted.

Ignoring the dirt, Su Bai took the thing out of the man's arms and then took a few steps back.

It was a scroll. When it was opened, it revealed a very simple and unadorned portrait. The portrait was probably painted in the same way as an ink painting, giving it an antique feel.

The portrait showed a sea with a purple moon hanging high in the sky. As Su Bai looked at the purple moon, the zombie malevolent energy in his body became even more difficult to control. This purple moon, this purple moon in the painting, was the source of the zombie malevolent energy in his body!

Fortunately, dawn was about to break. The purple moon was slowly dispersing and the sun was beginning to shine.

Su Bai also let out a long sigh of relief. This painting was not ordinary!

This made Su Bai think of the demon on the mountain in Mr. Zombie's story. The demon existed in the painting and used the painting to establish the world. Although this painting didn't have the same pressure as the demon's painting, and it was obviously not comparable, it was enough to draw out the zombie malevolent energy in his body. It was enough to show its value.

"Is this what the monk is looking for?"

Su Bai smiled. It was possible. After all, he and the monk saw the demon's painting together in the previous story. Then, the monk might have thought of something and came to Qinhuang Island to look for something similar.

"Forget it, I got lucky."

Su Bai took out his phone and took a picture of the unconscious man in the toilet. He wanted to use his connections to find out his identity. Then, he closed the cubicle door and chose to leave. After all, the train had arrived. If he stayed any longer, he would miss it.

As it was noon, there were very few passengers on the train. So, there were not many people in the first-class seats.

After the train started moving, Su Bai calmly opened his water bottle and took a sip. Then, he took out the painting again. This time, when he opened the painting, the scenery in the painting changed greatly. The sea was calm, the wind was gentle, and the sun was beautiful. It gave people a relaxed feeling.

There were a lot of strange things in this painting.

On the lower right corner of the painting, there were a few seals. One was neutral and peaceful, one looked like the seal style of Japan, and the last one was a claw print. It didn't look like it was made by a human.

Obviously, this meant that this painting had been collected by three people, and one of them was a Japanese collector.

Su Bai suddenly thought of the bronze chest that he used to have. That chest had been taken away by Fatso. Su Bai had never asked for it because he had no reason to. After all, this chest had almost killed Brother Jiu. At that time, Su Bai really didn't have the strength to occupy that chest. As for this painting, Su Bai planned to treasure it.

At that moment, Su Bai's phone rang. It was a WeChat message from the monk.

"He went back?"

Su Bai's eyes narrowed slightly. It was obvious that something had happened to the monk. It might not have been a personal accident, but something had happened to the thing he was looking for. Things couldn't be so coincidental. It seemed like this painting was really what the monk was looking for.

Su Bai put the painting aside and made a video call request. The monk quickly picked up.

He didn't know which dark corner the monk was in. The lighting wasn't very bright, and there were a few wounds on the monk's face. He must have been in a fight, but it shouldn't be a big problem.

The background of the video call was the high-speed rail carriage. Su Bai had done it on purpose.

"Did you really just come to talk to the Poor Monk?" The monk found it unbelievable that Su Bai had boarded the high-speed rail back. However, after thinking about it, he felt that it was very natural. To Su Bai, it was in line with his style to make a special trip to the monk, give him a mental massage, and then go back without doing anything.

"Nonsense. I still have to go back and apply for a lot of documents for my child. There are a lot of things to do."

"Amitabha. Have a safe trip." The monk's words were meant for the little fellow. The monk and Gyatso had prayed for the little fellow before, so he could be considered as half a godfather to the little fellow.

"You too."

The two men hung up the video call in a very brief manner.

Su Bai put the painting back into his backpack. Then, he supported his neck with both hands and put down the chair. He then lay down.

However, Su Bai, who seemed to be relaxed, didn't relax at all. The guy who carried the painting but fainted in the toilet because he couldn't withstand the influence of the painting was obviously an ordinary person. If there was no accident, he should be an errand boy. The painting shouldn't have appeared on him. The monk had been working hard for this painting for a long time. If an ordinary person took it away, it would be an insult to the monk.

That guy was probably just there to deliver the painting. It was obvious that someone had purposely sent an ordinary person to carry the painting to the train station in order to hide the monk's eyes and ears. Since that person had come to the train station, it was obvious that the person who had fought with the monk over the painting in Qinhuangdao was also at the train station. It was even possible that he was on this train as well.

If he was lucky and intercepted the painting midway, then Su Bai would have to be prepared to be snatched back. When he returned to Shanghai, everything would be stable. The painting would be left at home with Ji Xiang looking after it. Even if the monk found out that the painting was with him, he wouldn't be able to steal it back.

However, he still had to be extra careful. After all, this wasn't his home field.

At this moment, the door of the carriage opened by itself. A man with slightly withered hair wearing a T-shirt and shorts walked in while talking on the phone. He looked like he was here to get a seat in the first class carriage.

"It's impossible for me to work, it's impossible for me to work in this life. I don't know how to run a business, so I have to steal things to make a living. Like this, entering the detention center feels like returning home. I go back once a year, and I don't even go back on New Year's Eve. I only go back when something happens at home. Like this, the feeling in the detention center is much better than at home. It's so boring to be alone at home.

Alright, you said you don't have money to eat? Fine, leave me your card number. I'll close my eyes and press 0. Isn't it fate to call more or less? "

After the man entered, he walked past Su Bai while talking on the phone. He saw that Su Bai had his eyes closed and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. He should be asleep. His breathing was also stable. He continued to talk on the phone loudly before walking behind Su Bai's seat. He suddenly reached out his hand and quickly picked up the backpack that Su Bai had placed on the seat beside him. He was overjoyed and turned around to leave. Who knew that when he raised his head, he would feel a chill between his eyebrows. The Hellfire shotgun was already pressed against his forehead.

"I say, brother, you still bring cosplay props when you go out?"

Su Bai smiled slightly,

Then..,

He pulled the trigger..,

"Bang!"