Chapter 445

The moment the mask was placed on his face, Su Bai felt that he had forgotten all the pain in his body in an instant. His entire person suddenly became incomparably... calm, as if the frequency of his every breath was perfectly captured by him.

He slowly stood up. This body, to him, felt more like a restraint on his soul. At this time, he even wanted to peel off his own skin, cut his own flesh, break his own bones, and free himself.

This was a feeling that was difficult to describe with words, because after putting on the mask, what Su Bai felt in his heart was not a contempt for the things around him, but a contempt for himself.

He always felt that..,

It was not a pity to lose this body, but it was better to destroy it.

It was this emotion that had unknowingly separated Su Bai's consciousness from this body. He no longer felt his own pain, nor did he experience his own joy.

Only..,

Kill!

When Su Bai walked, he limped, but he walked very firmly. Blood kept flowing on his body, and his skin kept changing. This was the vampire bloodline that was repairing Su Bai's body. However, perhaps because his injuries were too serious, it was very slow. Of course, the most important reason was that he needed blood, fresh blood.

With raw materials, some blood..,

The vampire bloodline could truly unleash his own characteristics.

At this moment, Sun Zang was completely exhausted. He tried his best to lift the longbow again, but he kept failing. His left arm had even been fractured. It was not that he had no strength, but even if he had the strength, he could not use his fractured arm to pull the longbow again.

Su Bai kept approaching, maintaining a constant speed. Although he was limping, it brought an even greater pressure.

Perhaps this had something to do with personality.

There was a kind of person who was not afraid of entering the story world. It was similar to Su Bai. He had not been summoned into the story world for a long time by the horror broadcast. Instead, he thought about it and felt that his body was itchy.

Therefore, it was not easy for him to meet a listener that he could kill in the real world. It was like a pervert who had reached a certain level of hunger for women suddenly seeing a graceful woman dancing in front of him.

"There's no room for negotiation?"

Sun Zang said weakly.

If he did not kill Su Bai like this, Sun Zang had completely given up. In fact, Sun Zang did not have much resentment in his heart. He just felt very aggrieved. Yes, very aggrieved. If it wasn't for the damn rule of the horror broadcast, in the real sense of the story world, how could this man in front of him beat the three of them like this!

In other words, if the three of them had shown an aura that they would rather die than live in dishonor from the beginning, they would have the determination to advance and retreat together even if they completely violated the rules of the horror broadcast, perhaps, this person in front of them would not have been so arrogant.

Zhao Yawen would not have died, and he would not have fallen to such a state.

Su Bai staggered over. In the face of Sun Zang's words, he just shook his head slightly and then nodded.

A look of hope appeared in Sun Zang's eyes. Most people were still afraid of death.

However, at at this moment, Sun Sun, Sun, Bai, Sun, Sun, was, Sun, and he, he,

Perhaps..,

For a mental patient like Su Bai, killing was indeed a kind of pleasure, so much so that it derived a kind of art. How to kill to maximize this pleasure.

For example, eating itself was a kind of pleasure, and delicious food, with its color, smell, and taste, was to magnify the pleasure of food to a greater extent.

After putting on the mask, Su Bai had already become a machine controlled by his own negative emotions. Of course, this was also what Su Bai was willing to do.

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

Su Bai spoke. His voice was a little weak and a little tired. In fact, Su Bai was also seriously injured, but it was better than Sun Zang. Moreover, Su Bai could still shoot now.

Sometimes, simply pulling the trigger was indeed much more convenient than drawing a bow and nocking an arrow. This point was already explained by the Senggrinqin cavalry charging at the British and French army during the Qing Dynasty.

"Go on, go on." Sun Zang pursed his chapped lips, looking very eager. It was not a problem to be able to talk, talk, and bargain. He could even take out his remaining story points to exchange for things with Su Bai. As long as he was still alive, as long as he could still live, this was the foundation, this was a necessity, this was the final bottom line. As long as the bottom line was there, everything could be discussed.

"When you shot that arrow just now, what did you shout?" Su Bai asked.

"What?" Sun Zang was a little confused. He did not know why Su Bai asked this.

"Do you know … Japanese?"

Sun Zang shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I just felt that those words matched my skills very well, so I kept shouting that sentence."

"Oh, then you shouted it wrong. What you shouted just now was probably to eat my sword. It's the sword of a long sword, not the arrow of an arrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Bai had already raised the muzzle and aimed it at Sun Zang's chest.

Sun Zang's entire body was almost petrified. With the last trace of a mosquito's voice, filled with disbelief, he asked,

"You just want to talk about … this?"

"Yes." Su Bai nodded very seriously.

Then..,

"Bang!"

The gun fired.

..

Every society had its own class. Human society or group society was formed by one class after another. In the fiery red years, many ancestors with lofty dreams wanted to break this class system and build a free society where everyone was equal. However, decades of reality had completely broken this fantasy. Or rather, dreams had always been so full, and reality was always so skinny.

For example, the hospital that Su Bai was currently staying in was not open to the public. It only accepted special patients. Those who could be treated here were all people with extraordinary identities.

Su Bai's assets were being transferred and transferred. Su Bai did not say that he would donate his share to Project Hope, because in Su Bai's opinion, donating money to those so-called institutions would be a greater sin. Su Bai's idea was actually very simple. He would divide his shares and assets under his name if he could, and transfer them if he could. He would try his best not to affect the continued operation of the group that his parents had established.

It was Xun Er who used her connections to arrange for Su Bai to enter this hospital.

At this time, it was early in the morning. Xun Er was sitting by Su Bai's bed, peeling an apple for Su Bai. Chu Zhao was sitting on a chair, a little listless.

After a while, Su Bai stretched his back gently. His injuries were actually not bad. He just needed to rest for a while. Moreover, during this period of time, the hospital would constantly give Su Bai blood transfusions at Xun Er's request. Fresh blood would be injected into his body every day. It would be difficult for Su Bai not to recover early. Moreover, because of the special nature of this hospital, there were not many restrictions on the medical process arrangements of social hospitals.

"Did you get everything?" Su Bai asked.

Xun Er brought the peeled apple slice to Su Bai's mouth. Su Bai smiled and shook his head, indicating that he did not want to eat it.

At this time, Chu Zhao became spirited. He took out a bag from his side and put it on Su Bai's bed. At the same time, he took out the things inside one by one.

A purple awl, a longbow, a number of arrows, and some other small things.

The purple awl should be Zhao Yawen's, and the longbow was naturally Sun Zang's.

"You guys divide it." Su Bai said.

Xun Er was a little surprised. "How can we do that?"

Chu Zhao also shook his head. "You risked your life to get the spoils of war. How can we take it directly?"

"Just think of it as owing me." Su Bai said indifferently. In fact, he did not care much about these things. What he cared more about was the sensory experience when he was chasing those people. To put it in a more artistic way, Su Bai cared more about the process and not the result.

Of course, there was another important reason. Su Bai had called Chu Zhao and Xun Er or shared his location with them, letting them be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield. Since they had participated, with their relationship with Su Bai, if they let them return empty-handed, then the relationship between the three of them would be completely broken. After all, Chu Zhao and Xun Er were still just experiencers. It was the time when they needed artifacts and weapons the most. It was also the time when they were most eager to protect themselves.

Su Bai knew very well that he, Chu Zhao, and Xun Er were a little different from him, the fat monk, and the others. There was affection between the three of them. Sometimes, affection was worthless, but sometimes, it was very valuable.

Xun Er and Chu Zhao looked at each other. Xun Er put away the purple awl, and Chu Zhao put away the longbow.

Neither of them said thank you because it would be a little too perfunctory at this time.

"Practice more. Even if it's an experiential mission, it's not impossible to get story points." Su Bai reminded. Then, he shrunk into the quilt. "I'm tired."

Xun Er and Chu Zhao understood and left the ward. However, the two of them did not leave. Instead, they stayed in the ward next door.

Su Bai closed his eyes and felt that the condition of his body had basically stabilized. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out a small bottle from the drawer of the bedside table. He twisted the bottle open and pointed the mouth of the bottle at the position between his eyebrows.

His fingernail first scratched the space between his eyebrows, scraping a line of blood. Then, the drop of blood in the small bottle also dripped down.

It fell right on the position of the wound.

Come on.

Evolve!