Chapter 339

This time, he was given a week's notice, which was considered good. At least he didn't have to worry about entering a story world while he was eating or lying in bed without any warning.

Su Bai still remembered the last time he entered a story world with Tyrant and Gyatso in the Paradise International Hotel in Jiuzhaigou while they were naked and soaking in the hot spring. The three of them didn't even have a single piece of clothing on them. They could only find the clothes of the dead in the slaughtered village to wear. That was really awkward.

Moreover, from the name of the story and the story told by the horror broadcast when it was about the Blood Corpse, it could be seen that the story world he was about to enter would have the theme of the Blood Corpse. It was very likely that after the Blood Corpse was thrown into a story world by the horror broadcast to be burned or even killed, the horror broadcast took this opportunity to design a story world so that the listeners could go in and experience life and death while obtaining the Blood Corpse's inheritance.

This was probably the meaning of burying the thief in the farmer's story so that he could nourish a new batch of vegetables. This was really a kind of inheritance, a kind of inheritance that was forcibly created by the horror broadcast through bloody means. The blood corpse was originally a vegetable cultivated by the horror broadcast, but it was disobedient, so the horror broadcast used it as fertilizer.

As for Su Bai, although he hadn't entered the story world yet, he had more or less figured out the main goal of the next story world. He could roughly guess that the next story world should have a deep relationship with the supernatural of zombies, and there might even be problems with space. After all, Su Bai had experienced the blood corpse's ability to control space, so it was very likely that the next story world would have such an ability.

With so much important information, this was the most "polite" Su Bai had ever entered a story world. It was like the Horror Broadcast had told him how much oil there was in this land, so he should hurry up and bid for it to make a fortune.

In the past, it wasn't that Su Bai hadn't done real-life missions, and he had indeed received some "care" from the Horror Broadcast in the real world. However, that kind of care was just for show. This time, the Horror Broadcast was full of sincerity, which was equivalent to giving him half a green light. This made Su Bai feel a little flattered.

Of course, according to the Horror Broadcast's story, Su Bai was considered a relatively obedient vegetable in the garden. The farmer was happy and specially scooped a pot of dung for Su Bai to fertilize as a reward.

At this point, Su Bai suddenly felt that there was no longer any sense of beauty. There were indeed no more blood corpses in Xi'an, so there was no unfriendly atmosphere to the listeners. However, the horror broadcast above his head continued to exist. Perhaps the listeners were already used to the horror broadcast, so they did not feel anything. It was as if the sky had always existed, and the earth had always existed.

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Looking at the picture on the Bandaged Man's tombstone, Su Bai was a little lost in thought. The relationship between the two was actually very ordinary. It was nothing more than fate formed over a bottle of mineral water, but both of them had done a little bit of sincerity to each other.

In fact, the relationship between people was just like this. Perhaps he was used to deceiving other listeners, so he did not trust Chu Zhao 100% now. Thus, when a stranger suddenly appeared, he felt a little uncomfortable and felt a little sad from the bottom of his heart. It was as if they had just met by chance, or rather, as a stranger, he could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

After a long time, Su Bai left the public cemetery. He still had a week of free time. The real mission was over, and there was no need for him to stay in Xi 'an. For a moment, he felt like a bird flying in the sky and a fish leaping in the sea.

Su Bai planned to use this week to return to Shanghai first and then go to Frankenstein's house to see if there were any unexpected discoveries. He had not had the time or energy to go to the door card that the boy in red had specially given him, but now, he had the time and energy. Although the boy in red had been smashed to pieces by Ji Xiangyi's claws, it was a waste to leave that place unvisited. Moreover, he was also worried that an accident would really happen if he stayed there for a long time. Good things could not stay there forever and wait for him wholeheartedly. He still understood this principle.

He took out his mobile phone to check. To Su Bai's surprise, the earliest flight to Shanghai was actually tomorrow night. The reason might be the military air traffic control, which meant that Su Bai still had more than a day to stay in Xi 'an. However, his mood now could not be compared with before. Now, he was finally like a tourist.

Su Bai first went to a clothing store to buy a new set of clothes, and then began to take a casual walk in Xi 'an.

He wore a new windbreaker, a new pair of boots, and a cap on his head. Su Bai's handsome face was hidden in the clothes, which made him look very low-key.

Walking on the wall of the ancient city of Xi 'an, he was like a lonely traveler. The surrounding wall buttresses recorded the passage of time, and Su Bai, for this wall, might be just a small fragment.

Not far away, a young girl rode a bicycle past Su Bai. Su Bai just lowered his head and continued to walk in silence. He was also looking at the scenery, but he did not look at it very seriously, as if he did not care about everything around him.

The girl stopped behind Su Bai, picked up the camera hanging on her chest, and ran to catch up with him.

"Sorry, sir, sir."

Su Bai stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked at the girl.

The girl's skin was fair, and her whole person showed a kind of youthful and beautiful aura. Her long hair fluttered, giving people a fresh and refined feeling of a next-door girl. Judging from her age, she should still be in college.

In fact, Su Bai should be considered as a college student now. If it was not because of the terrorist broadcast, which caused Su Bai's life to completely deviate, he should now be in college preparing for his graduation project.

Su Bai did not speak, just looked at the girl.

"Sir, can I take a picture of you?" The girl made her request, "I feel that your back is very lonely, and when it fits with this ancient city wall, it is very picturesque."

A girl who still maintained a pure yearning for literature and art.

Su Bai nodded slightly, indicating that he allowed it.

The girl took the camera happily and stepped back. It seemed that she should be a professional photography enthusiast, but she was embarrassed to ask Su Bai to pose for her. But when Su Bai stood there, he gave her a very satisfied and natural feeling.

This was the experience, this was the vicissitudes, this was the story.

Whether a man was mature or not was not the accumulation of age, but the precipitation of his life's ups and downs. Su Bai's life as a listener for a year had made Su Bai's temperament change dramatically. Of course, even if he was not a listener, with the temperament that Su Bai had grown up in a rich family, he would not be too bad.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The girl only met Su Bai once. After thanking Su Bai, she rode the bicycle along the bumpy road on the city wall.

This kind of bicycle could be rented at the scenic spot of Xi 'an's ancient city wall. Many tourists liked to rent a bicycle to ride along the ancient city wall.

Su Bai continued to walk, and when he felt that the sun began to turn yellow, he came down.

Fatso and the others ate well in Chongqing. Although Su Bai did not have much of an appetite, he found himself a relatively famous local restaurant. The theme was Laoqin Eight Bowls. Because Su Bai came early, he did not need to line up for a number. After sitting down and ordering, Su Bai took out his phone and casually browsed through some news.

Trump unexpectedly defeated Hill, who was recognized and supported by the UA's upper-class celebrity society, and successfully ascended to the position of the UA president with his background as a real estate tycoon.

This news somewhat surprised Su Bai. Su Bai remembered that he seemed to have met this person once before. At that time, Trump still opened a casino and his various businesses were very big. When Su Bai went to Guangzhou on a half-tourism and half-business trip, he was also invited to attend a cooperation banquet between Evergrande Group and Trump Company because of his identity as the owner of the group. He remembered that at that time, he was still a low-key young master of a well-known domestic consortium, and Trump was already an international asset tycoon. The two people and the State Council also exchanged a few words at that time, but it was really not much of a friendship.

But now, after many years, this person had actually become the UA president, defeating competitors with rich political experience and extensive influence. The world was really big, and there was nothing too strange.

However, thinking about Trump and then himself, Su Bai couldn't help but smile. Just then, the special brewed rice wine was served by the waiter. Su Bai took a sip. It was a little sweet and a little sour.

In fact, looking at it from another perspective, his experience of becoming a listener was much more magical than Trump's.

Putting aside the other characteristics of Xi 'an's cuisine, the first thing was that the portion was large enough. This made Su Bai, who was used to eating Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, a little uncomfortable. He casually ordered some dishes that seemed to be enough for five or six people to eat together.

Drinking a little wine and casually picking up a few mouthfuls of food, Su Bai cherished this kind of free time very much. Perhaps, he really lacked this kind of rest and relaxation time, which made him feel so depressed recently.

His cell phone rang. Su Bai opened it and saw that it was a text message. Now, there were really very few people who knew Su Bai's cell phone number, and recently, he often changed his cell phone and card. Generally, people who were in contact with him would contact Su Bai through WeChat instead of choosing to send a text message. After clicking on the text message and seeing the content of the text message, Su Bai couldn't help but smile:

"Hello, I'm Hilary. I failed in the election. My campaign team and the financier have withdrawn and left. I urgently need a 2000 yuan venture capital investment. If I run again for the UA president in eight years and succeed, I will return you ten times the capital plus a UA green card. Please remit it to my CCB account: …"