Chapter 721

The little guy was still so fair and tender, especially when he saw Su Bai. His little mouth was smiling, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. Su Bai could tell that he was very happy at that moment.

He opened his arms, just like before. Every time he would climb onto the bed and beg for a hug from Su Bai, Su Bai would kick him down, and then he would climb back up again. He was always so happy.

Su Bai was about to kneel down and hug him, but the little guy immediately crawled backward.

Su Bai was stunned.

The little guy struggled to stand up with his little hands, and then he staggered toward Su Bai. His steps were very unstable, like a drunkard, but he still staggered to Su Bai and hugged Su Bai's calf.

Su Bai reached out to him, and he grabbed it. Su Bai used all his strength to pull him into his arms.

The little guy kept rubbing his face against Su Bai's chest intimately. Obviously, he missed Su Bai.

Su Bai patted the little guy's buttocks. Earlier, he was ready to kneel down and hug him. It was also a kind of test. Compared to the little guy's pure heart, Su Bai felt that he was a little dirty.

However, Su Bai was used to it. In this place, he didn't dare to trust anyone.

The old man's figure appeared in the white light.

He looked even older than when they met on the fishing boat in the river. Previously, he told Su Bai that he was already more than 120 years old. At that time, Su Bai thought that he was still in good health, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to live for another 60 years. But now, his hair was white and withered, his face was haggard, and his eyes were cloudy. It was obvious that he didn't have much time left.

Su Bai looked at the old man, and the old man looked back at Su Bai.

"You want to follow him?"

The old man looked at the little guy with a rare kind gaze. Previously, he had absolutely no pity for Gyatso, the monk, and Fatso. According to what Lam Chun-ying said, he didn't show any mercy to the Taoist sect that was originally located in the Hidden-dragon Mountains. The small pavilion was still showing the unsightly scenes of those men and women. It could be considered a kind of punishment and mockery for the sect that had lasted for decades.

The little guy looked at the old man, and then looked at Su Bai. He seemed to want to say something, but after a brief hesitation, he still clenched Su Bai's collar tightly. Obviously, he wanted to follow Su Bai.

"He will leave you, he is not from this world …" When the old man said this, he paused. Then, his eyes wandered, looked at the sky, and then let out a sigh. "Your choice is wrong. Be with me, I will pass on my mantle to you. I will pass on my teachings to you. I will pass on my teachings to you. I will pass on my teachings to you. I will pass on my teachings to you.

In the future,

If you want to be a demon, you will be a demon.

If you want to be a Confucian, you will be a Dao.

Isn't this good? "

The little guy shook his head. Obviously, he still refused.

The old man looked at Su Bai. He knew that it was useless to persuade this little guy.

"Young man, I know where you came from, and where you will go. I also understand it, but I can't say it clearly.

You should also know that he likes you. He wants to follow you, but you can't give him too much time, can you?

I can let you go, as long as you leave him here. I am tired, and my lifespan is coming to an end. Whether it is a Buddha or a demon, I don't want to torment myself anymore. I just want to find a successor. "

Su Bai shook his head. "You know that I am not a kind person."

Indeed, Su Bai was not a kind person. More importantly, if he left this little guy here, Su Bai's main mission 2 would be destined to fail. He would be directly wiped out by the terrifying broadcast.

"You are too selfish to do this," the old man said.

"Yes, I am selfish," Su Bai admitted openly.

"Then I can't let you go." The turbid look in the old man's eyes immediately disappeared, revealing a hint of clarity. Then, a sharp aura rose from the old man's body.

The little guy reacted before Su Bai. He opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him a few times.

A crack appeared in the white light.

The old man's eyes were filled with shock.

Su Bai reached out and grabbed the crack. Then, he tore the white light apart.

"Crash!" There was a crisp sound.

Su Bai was still squatting on the ground in the thatched hut. The little guy was still in Su Bai's arms. The painting in front of him was already torn.

"You will regret it." The old man in the painting knocked over his wooden bowl. Then, his eyes wandered between Su Bai and the little guy. "You will regret it."

There was a meaningful smile on the old man's face.

Even Su Bai himself did not understand whether the old man was referring to himself or the little guy in his arms.

The painting began to burn. The scene in the painting changed. The old man stood on a tall mountain and looked into the distance. This seemed to be the final ending that he had arranged for himself.

The painting was completely burned. Not a single speck of dust was left. It turned into green smoke.

Fatso, the monk, and Gyatso, who had lost consciousness, opened their eyes and woke up.

Su Bai stood up. The little guy climbed onto Su Bai's shoulder and sat down. He grabbed Su Bai's hair with one hand to stabilize his body.

"I don't want to lie to you. Actually, he was right. I will leave, and I will leave very soon." Su Bai patted the little guy's belly.

The little guy giggled. Then, he blew gently into Su Bai's ear.

The monk was still lying on the ground. When he saw this scene, he felt relieved and helpless. He just silently shouted, "Amitabha.

Su Bai, saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. "

Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled.

…

Inside the carriage, the three seriously injured Gyatso, Fatso, and the monk were lying inside. Their injuries were not light. In fact, it could be said that their injuries were very serious.

Su Bai was driving the carriage. The little guy sat on the back of the horse, bumping along with the horse.

"How long until we reach the demon lair?" Fatso asked weakly.

"Based on our current speed, we will reach it in one and a half to two days."

"Then this mission will be completed soon." Fatso had a feeling that the nightmare was finally coming to an end.

The monk looked solemn. He shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. It has only been a few days since the 30-day deadline. If we just end the mission hastily, it will be too easy."

"You call this easy? Monk, don't you see how miserable we are? "Fatso was obviously speechless.

"If Su Bai didn't end the shackles of the painting with the help of the child, but used some other method, then the Poor Monk would think that the story should be over. However, if he took us down the mountain in such a way, the hardships and sufferings at the beginning would become worthless in the smooth sailing of the last moment.

The horror broadcast needs to tell a story. Don't you think it's melodramatic to end the ordeal that could almost kill us with such an unimaginable plot? "

"So, monk, do you mean that it will continue to remedy the situation?" Fatso was speechless.

At this time, Gyatso opened his eyes and said, "When Xuanzang and his disciple took the sutra from Leiyin Temple, the Buddha Lord and Guanyin calculated with their fingers. They will even make up for it before Xuanzang and his disciple return to Tang of the East. Can't the horror broadcast do the same?"

…

On Mount Hidden-dragon, inside the thatched hut, green smoke curled up from all directions and condensed into a painting. The old man in the painting was still standing on the cliff, looking into the sky.

In an instant, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the painting kept trembling as if it could not bear the terrible power.

The old man stood in the painting and looked at the sky. He said in a deep voice, "Are you blaming me for not doing what you told me to do?"

The thunder was still roaring with anger.

Heaven and Earth were heartless and treated all things as dogs. This was probably the meaning of this.

"I really like that child. I want him to inherit my mantle. Haha, sorry, I went against your wishes."

The old man spread his arms and roared.

"I am a devil and a Taoist. I steal the orthodoxy and exist alone. Do I need a sissy like you to hide behind my back and point fingers at me?"

"Boom!"

A thunderclap descended and struck the old man's body. The old man's laughter completely dissipated.

In Su Bai's previous story world, the black shop owner very willfully let Su Bai and Sophia leave safely. He even took a cigarette from Su Bai. In this story world, the old man used his own will to forcefully reject the arrangements of the horror broadcast. This meant that the horror broadcast's control over the awakened NPCs in the story world was already somewhat out of control.

"Dear listeners, unfortunately, I have to tell you some bad news. Due to equipment malfunctions and other reasons, our program will have to stop broadcasting for three months. During these three months, our program will not be able to accompany you. Of course, we will finish telling the stories that are going on this time and give our listeners an exciting and interesting ending.

"I believe that when the broadcast starts again in three months, all the problems will be solved, and there will be no more uncontrollable situations. We will once again adapt a story with a real case as the theme for everyone.

Thank you for your support. We will meet again here in three months. "

…

"Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, and mashed potatoes. I say, Smith, do you have anything else in this church other than potatoes?" A bald white man slammed his spoon on the table and said angrily.

"Sean, watch your attitude." A blonde young man sitting opposite Sean scolded his teammate. At the same time, he scooped up mashed potatoes with a spoon and put it into his mouth. He did not have any special requirements for food.

There were four westerners sitting at this table. There was also an old priest standing beside the table. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, this is all that's left in the church now."

"I think you're secretly hiding it so that we won't eat it." Sean snorted.

"I really didn't. The Lord is watching me from heaven." The old priest said.

"Sean, it's the Qing Dynasty now, and there are still a few decades before the first Opium War. The missionaries who are able to come to China to preach are all under very difficult conditions. You must maintain your respect for them."

Sean nodded and sighed. "Mikel, I'm just complaining a little."

"Eat." Mikel said to his three companions beside him. "After eating, we'll think of a way to trigger the main mission."

There was a parcel at the feet of these westerners. It was filled with the heads of the Eastern listeners that they met along the way. One of their side missions was to kill these Eastern listeners.