The old man's eyes fell on Su Bai with a sense of scrutiny.
"Actually, what surprises me the most is that your chess skills are so good."
Su Bai shrugged. In fact, any chess game could not escape the word "calculation" in the end. With Su Bai's wisdom and experience, if they were condensed on a chessboard, it would indeed feel like he was bullying others.
Even if this old man might be obsessed with chess, even if this old man was also an extraordinary person with a story, compared to Su Bai, his extraordinariness seemed a little too ordinary.
"I'm injured, so I can only come here." The old man coughed, and his face was a little paler than before, but the gloominess in his eyes was more intense than before.
He was like a vicious wolf. The closer he was to death, the clearer and more exposed his unwillingness and anger became. He was not willing to die like this. Although it was inevitable for ordinary people in this world to die, he did not think he was an ordinary person.
This feeling was deeply understood by the listeners. In fact, the higher the listeners climbed, the more afraid they were of death, because they had stood at a high place and seen different scenery, and slowly regarded themselves as a god-like existence. Naturally, they did not want to die like ordinary people. Therefore, basically, after reaching the senior listeners, the story world arranged by the radio rarely used the simplest threat of death to threaten them. Instead, they gave them a sweet date, a chance to become stronger, but on the way to this opportunity, it would be very dangerous, luring them to take the initiative to touch the danger in order to become stronger, no longer like the experience of ordinary listeners who would pick up the whip to threaten them with death.
"Hehe, look at what you're saying. You can live here in peace, and we'll help you treat you. Not for the monk's sake, but for the Buddha's sake, right?" Fatso was very friendly and took the initiative to approach the old man.
But at this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly froze.
"I can feel your murderous intent."
The old man stared at Fatso and said very seriously.
"F * ck, if you can feel my murderous intent, then you really saw a ghost. Look at how pure my little eyes are, you should see deep care. I respect the old and love the young."
Fatso continued to laugh. At this point, if he still could not control his murderous intent, then Fatso should really find a piece of tofu to kill himself.
"You see me, but you don't have murderous intent. Isn't that a little too deliberate?" The old man asked. Then, he stretched out his hand, and in his thin and bloodstained palm, there was a black soul that was constantly struggling. "He has been entrenched in your house all this time, and you actually did not get rid of him. Sooner or later, you will be bitten by him."
This soul was naturally the unlucky one who had been strangled to death by Fatso.
"Ha, you're awesome." Fatso gave the old man a thumbs up, then sat down cross-legged in front of the old man. He looked at the old man and said, "Old man, now you know the situation. They want to kill you, but in fact, we want to kill you too. To tell you the truth, the two of us are two deviant ghosts suppressed on Mao Mountain. It was not easy for us to escape from prison on Mao Mountain, and we were chased by a few Mao Mountain Taoist priests. Coincidentally, we encountered the two corpse puppets that you refined, so we simply borrowed their bodies for a while.
This time, if we can work together to get through this, in the end, there will be many benefits for you. Your evil techniques, Master Fatty, are really not worthy of my attention. "
As he said this, Fatso threw a talisman from his pocket to the old man. The old man caught it with his other hand and carefully looked at the talisman.
"Master Fatty, I can't use my Dharmic powers now, but you should have a good eye. This talisman was drawn without Dharmic powers, but it's definitely of a higher grade than the things you've come into contact with in the past.
So, put away your arrogance and wariness. Either you choose to be killed by the two of us now, or you choose to stay with us, and the three of us will get through this together. Just think of it as getting through our own tribulations. After that, I'll teach you some other techniques, even if it's the true teachings of Taoism, I can also teach you. It's definitely much better than wandering alone in this rural place and playing with the living dead. "
In any case, Fatso's mouth was very good at bluffing, and it was very good at bluffing.
The old man seemed to be tempted, but he still asked, "The village is now sealed off. Is it because of Mao Mountain's formation?"
"I can't say that. In short, we can't go out now, but I know how to go out." Fatso continued to bluff.
"Speak."
"Kill all the people who tried to kill you today, and this village will be restored to its original state."
The old man replied with an "oh" and smiled.
"In the end, you still want to kill with a borrowed knife."
Su Bai, who had been standing at the side without saying much, seemed to suddenly think of something at this moment. He turned his head slightly and looked out of the window. The scene just now immediately appeared in his mind. That was, the man with the peaked cap was still sitting in the police car, smoking leisurely. Among the dead people, one was a policeman, and the other was a half-baked man with a crew cut. The other party wanted to kill the old man, but he really did not use his full strength. The woman in the red short-sleeved shirt was never seen.
Suddenly, Su Bai clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice.
"Fatso, we've fallen for it."
Fatso, who was still chatting with the old man, was also stunned. The old man was also a little confused.
Fatso immediately slapped his forehead and immediately changed his expression to the old man. "I've been tricked by you."
...
At this moment, a few figures climbed over the fence and directly entered the courtyard of Su Bai's house. They were Sister Qu, the man with the peaked cap, and another short-haired female listener dressed in denim. These three people were actually the three with the most indifferent expressions when Su Bai first observed them getting off the car. Simply put, these three people were obviously a level higher than the other listeners in this batch.
The rest of the listeners might die in this story world or the next, becoming cannon fodder. As for them, they had the chance to become veterans or even higher. Of course, this would have been the case in the past, but now, broadcasting was simply playing a slow game of suicide. It would probably be very difficult to succeed.
"We're in this house again." The man with the peaked cap smiled a little puzzled. "Sister Qu, I really admire a woman's sixth sense now."
"It's not a sixth sense, but didn't you notice some coincidences?" Sister Qu said very seriously. "These two people are too much like gangsters. Every move, even their expressions, and even the way they speak are no different from gangsters."
"So, the reason you suspect them is because they are too perfect?" The woman in denim asked.
"More or less." Sister Qu smiled. Actually, there were some things that she didn't say because she felt it was a little ridiculous. When facing the two gangsters, she had a vague feeling of fear as if she had met a senior, but how was that possible?
"Ah Cui, you guard the back door. Old Chen and I will attack the front door," Sister Qu arranged.
"Alright."
The woman in denim called Ah Cui immediately went to the back, while the man with the peaked cap took out a polished leather belt from his pocket. Banshan Daoist was not an ordinary Daoist, but a warlock who specialized in the unorthodox way. He was even a little like the mafia boss in the world of grave robbing. He also liked to call friends when robbing graves. His Daoist techniques might not be that great, but his ability in a fight was definitely not just for show.
As for Sister Qu, she slowly raised her hand, and in her hand, there was a gun.
The man with the peaked cap looked at the gun in Sister Qu's hand. He was clear that this gun was stolen because of the death of the crew cut. Moreover, he felt that using a gun in this story world was a little too boring.
Sister Qu gave the man with the peaked cap a look, and the man with the peaked cap rushed over and kicked open the door.
With a "clang", the wooden door that wasn't considered sturdy was knocked open. Sister Qu swept the inside with the muzzle of her gun, but she realized that the living room was completely empty.
And just at this moment, Ah Cui, who was guarding the back door, also came in from the back and met up with Sister Qu and the man with the peaked cap in the living room.
Sister Qu turned and went to the bedroom on the west side, while the man with the peaked cap went to the bedroom on the east side to check, but both bedrooms were also empty.
"Their reaction was much faster than we expected," Ah Cui said helplessly.
The man with the peaked cap walked to the chair in the living room and reached out to touch it gently.
"The bloodstains haven't dried yet, so they shouldn't have left for long. Although we were prepared, it still took us some time to track that old thing. But their reaction speed really exceeded our expectations."
Sister Qu's face was slightly gloomy, but she still said, "It's not completely without results. At least we know that the old man isn't the only murderer. They were originally in the dark, but now they're out in the open.
Now go back and call the other two people. Since we've forced the murderer out in the open, then we have to prepare for a life-and-death struggle. "
…
"F * ck, did we just expose ourselves without any technique at all?"
In the house that Su Bai and Fatso had used to dismember the bodies, Fatso looked like he had seen a ghost.
"After hiding for so long and pretending to be a coward for so long, building walls and digging up bodies, we exposed ourselves just like that. F * ck!"
"Plans can't keep up with changes." Su Bai said as he looked at the old man. The speed of the transfer was indeed faster. Fatso carried the old man over, but the journey was bumpy. He was really afraid that the old man would suddenly "fart". That would really be a huge loss.
The old man raised his head with difficulty and looked around. Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face. "Those people have planned it very well."
"You're too stupid. If you had a little brain, you should know not to run to our house..." Fatso scolded.
"He did it on purpose." Su Bai suddenly said, "He knows that if he doesn't run to our house, he will face the two of us and that group of people. But if he runs to our house, he will force us to expose ourselves. If we don't want to get nothing after being exposed, we can only protect him and hope to get some value from him."
The old man heard this and closed his eyes, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Su Bai and Fatso walked out of the small house and sat by the door, each lighting a cigarette.
"Da Bai, what should we do next? I'm afraid that the human flesh in our house will be found."
"We've hidden it well, so the possibility of finding it isn't high. However, I really feel that this might be a failed game for the radio station. Because they wanted to purely pursue the story, after opening their cheat everywhere, the plot has developed to this point. Without the support of the main storyline, its story world is indeed not as sophisticated as it used to be.
Now, we only have one way left. "Su Bai put out the cigarette butt between his fingers and said in a deep voice.
"Either the fish dies or the net splits."
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