Chapter 417

This scene was a little too … disgusting.

Su Bai was not surprised that Fatso would appear here because he was like a hound. He had an almost abnormal fondness for good things and treasures.

However, this situation was still far beyond Su Bai's expectations.

Funeral parlor.

Cremation room.

Crematorium.

White and fat Fatso.

Strong black man.

Move.

Move.

Move.

This was really painful to the eyes.

"Stop looking... Save me..."

Fatso was almost about to cry. He looked like he had nothing to live for, as if he was suffering a terrible punishment.

"Are you guys voluntary?" Su Bai asked with a hint of ridicule.

"..." Fatso.

"If it's voluntary, I can't touch him because I'm a listener, and so is he," Su Bai said. Listeners could not kill each other for no reason.

"He... Ah... is already... Ah... Dead... Ah... Ahhh!!!"

Su Bai took a deep breath and took a step forward to grab Fatso's arm. However, when Su Bai was about to pull Fatso out of the crematorium, Huo Kun suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar that sounded like a beast in heat. Then, a powerful force automatically swept towards Su Bai.

With Fatso as an example, Su Bai did not want to be pressed down like Fatso. He immediately stepped on the steel plate on the side of the crematorium and used the force to bounce out.

"F * ck... Ahhh!!!" Fatso could not help but curse when he saw that Su Bai did not pull him out. Instead, he retreated even further. However, Huo Kun's shaking frequency was getting faster and faster. Even though Fatso had never been that before, he knew that Huo Kun was about to shoot.

"No... Save me... Ah Bai... I can give you anything you want... really..."

"I want my bronze chest," Su Bai said.

"Here!"

"Swear, swear on your Dao heart."

For someone who regarded being a Daoist as his path of strengthening, it was unlikely that he would break the promise unless Fatso dared to bite him when he cast spells in the future.

"I swear on my Dao heart!" Fatso shouted. "F * ck, hurry up. He's about to shoot."

Su Bai smiled. He felt quite happy when he thought about how this black-bellied Fatso was about to be shot.

At the same time, Su Bai raised his Hellfire shotgun and pulled the trigger at the black man lying on Fatso's body.

Through previous contact, Su Bai believed that Huo Kun was dead, which meant that the guy squirming on the fat man's body was not Huo Kun but a corpse with the ability to move for some reason. Therefore, he was not shooting at the audience, nor was it a fight between the audience members.

Bang!

The black man was sent flying and smashed heavily into the depths of the crematorium. He then rolled out from the other side of the crematorium and fell to the ground.

Fatso immediately got up and quickly pulled up his pants.

"F * ck, I really didn't check the almanac when I went out this time. My ass is in trouble today."

Just as the fatty finished speaking, Huo Kun actually stood up again and rushed over. There were three bullet holes on Huo Kun's forehead. These were left behind when he was shot before. At this moment, there was a large patch of flesh and blood on his chest. However, it didn't seem to affect Huo Kun's survival. That is, if his current state could still be considered survival.

"Taishang Laotzu is as urgent as the law, suppress!"

Fatso held a purple talisman in his hand. "Ah Bai, shoot him again."

"Bullets are very expensive," Su Bai said.

"I'll make it up to you."

Bang!

Huo Kun was hit again, this time in both legs, and he knelt down.

Fatso took this opportunity to step forward and stick the purple talisman on Huo Kun's forehead. Huo Kun immediately froze on the spot and knelt there motionlessly.

"Is this a zombie?" Su Bai walked over to take a closer look. "It doesn't look like it."

Fatso shook his head. "It's not a zombie. It's a long story. I'll get the compass out of his body first, then I'll tell you in detail."

"The compass is still in his body?"

"Of course."

Fatso said with certainty, "Wait, let me set up a small formation."

Su Bai nodded and took a few steps back. He watched as Fatso covered his back door with one hand and continued to set up a small formation while gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. Suddenly, he felt that Fatso's image had become a lot taller. Even if his back door had just been blown up, he could still fight so tirelessly and persistently for the treasure. This spirit was indeed admirable.

"Rise!"

Fatso shouted in a low voice, and the talisman in his hand spontaneously ignited. Then, the small flag he had just set up moved without any wind, and a clear red mark appeared on Huo Kun's forehead. Soon, the red mark projected a ray of light, and a compass appeared on the ground in front of him.

Su Bai immediately sprinted, and Fatso immediately pounced over. However, it seemed that the intense pain from his back door had slowed down Fatso's movements, and he even fell down from the pain. Obviously, the intense movement had affected the wound on his back.

This time, Su Bai could easily pick up the compass.

"Ah Bai, you can't use this thing." Fatso got up with difficulty. "I really can't use it."

"I know, but there must be someone else who can use it. Let's exchange it," Su Bai said to Fatso.

"Okay, I'll leave it with you first. I'll exchange it with you, but there's a condition." Fatso's voice began to stutter, and his face was flushed. Even now, the pain from his back door was still so obvious.

"What condition?"

"First … send me to the hospital."

"Then what about him?" Su Bai asked.

"Burn him. Damn it, isn't this the perfect place to burn people?" Fatso gritted his teeth. Obviously, he hated Huo Kun to the core. No, to be exact, he hated Huo Kun's corpse to the core.

Su Bai nodded. No matter what, Huo Kun was a very experienced listener, so he should let him rest in peace.

The use of the incinerator was actually quite simple. Su Bai placed Huo Kun's corpse on the conveyor belt and then pressed a button at the side. He watched as Huo Kun was sent into the incinerator. Then, gasoline was sprayed out and ignited, and Huo Kun's body immediately sat up.

This should be the phenomenon of a normal corpse being incinerated. After a person's stiff body suddenly encountered high temperature, it would cause the muscles and bones to deform, causing the corpse to curl up or simply sit up.

When he saw Huo Kun's body being incinerated, Su Bai could not help but sigh in his heart. Listeners seemed to be more god-like than ordinary people, but in fact, they were just like ordinary people. They could die at any time, just like ordinary people.

...

After leaving the funeral parlor, they got into the car. Su Bai drove, while Fatso's buttocks left the seat. He was practically squatting in a horse stance. Fifteen minutes later, Su Bai drove the car into a hospital.

Squatting in a car was naturally more tiring and painful than squatting on flat ground. This was because the car was constantly accelerating and decelerating, bringing about inertia. However, Fatso had no choice but to do it, because if he continued doing it, it would be very painful.

Su Bai drove with a smile on his face, which caused Fatso to roll his eyes. This was because Su Bai's gloating was too obvious.

In the car, Fatso also told the whole story intermittently.

Su Bai's previous analysis was correct. When Fatso called him, he was actually standing outside Pudong Airport and hailed a taxi. Obviously, he did not waste a single minute.

However, what Fatso did not expect was that Huo Kun would be so self-torturing.

Huo Kun's path of strengthening was the opposite of Fatso's, but they belonged to the same type. Huo Kun had previously told Su Bai that he was the one who drew the little ghosts. Huo Kun's cultivation method was also very inhumane. He actually drew out his seven emotions and six sensory pleasures and suppressed them in his body. It looked like they were still in his body, but in reality, they had already been stripped out. This was a method of forgetting emotions. Of course, Huo Kun's strength was naturally not at Lychee's level, and was even far from it. However, this path and method could be considered to be on the right track.

However, Huo Kun died. He really died in front of Su Bai. However, because the main body was dead, the seven emotions and six sensory pleasures that Huo Kun had sealed to improve his state of mind began to loosen. When Fatso carried Huo Kun's corpse to the cremation room to set up an array to force the compass out of Huo Kun's body, the seal of "desire" was completely loosened. It stimulated Huo Kun's corpse and began to have an unconscious instinctive impulse similar to that of a beast. Fatso naturally became the object of his venting and satisfaction. In fact, it could be regarded as a much more advanced corpse transformation. This was also the reason why Su Bai entered the cremation room.

After arriving at the hospital, Su Bai helped Fatso register and then went to the colorectal department.

The colorectal department was a department that specialized in the treatment of constipation, anal fissure, anal fistula, anal abscess, anal stenosis, anal hypertrophy, perianal eczema, mixed hemorrhoids, internal hemorrhoids, and external hemorrhoids.

Fatso went in to give the doctor a checkup. Then, the doctor gave him a list of medicine and asked him to go to the hall to pay.

Su Bai took the list from Fatso and went to the hall with Fatso.

"This time, I really failed. I'm so f * cking unlucky." Fatso's first time was lost just like that. He was not mentally prepared for it.

"This medicine list is a bit interesting. There's even a romance. Does the hospital pharmacy even sell this now?" Su Bai glanced at the list and said.

Fatso did not understand. He turned his head and looked at Su Bai. "What the hell is a romance?"

"It's a brand of sexual lubricant. It seems that the doctor who treated you feels sorry for you."