Chapter 751

The next day, Su Bai, who could barely move, took a plane back to Shanghai with Fatso. From the airport, they took a taxi back to Old Fang's house. When they entered the house and saw the little fellow playing with building blocks on the sofa, Su Bai finally felt like home.

Ji Xiang was lying on the side of the sofa. Even when Su Bai and Fatso returned, it only lightly swept its tail, as if it was indifferent.

In fact, Su Bai had always been puzzled as to why Ji Xiang was so good to the little guy. In the beginning, Ji Xiang, as a big demon, liked the little guy because of its aura, or because the little guy was born from the belly of a big fox demon. It was understandable that demons of the same rank had a good impression of each other.

But for a long time, Su Bai didn't believe that the cold and aloof Ji Xiang would treat the little fellow so meticulously without any special reason.

However, Ji Xiang didn't say anything, it didn't express anything. Whether it was its relationship with Lychee or the blood corpse, it didn't plan to say anything. It seemed like its cat life was very simple and pure, it just had nothing to do, it just looked at pictures and took care of the little fellow.

Fortunately, Su Bai had a big temper. He didn't take precautions against Ji Xiang, nor did he need to take any measures. Because Su Bai knew that he could die at any time, especially since his actions in Qinhuang Island had practically trampled on the rules of the terror broadcast. He didn't have much confidence in whether he could come back alive from the next story mission.

If he died, would the monk, Fatso, and Gyatso help him take care of the little fellow?

Hand it over to others? Hand it over to Xun Er? Hand it over to Chu Zhao? Hand it over to the orphanage?

It seemed like no one could take care of the little fellow better than this cat.

After taking a shower, Fatso was already lying on the carpet, eating popcorn and watching TV. The little fellow leaned on Fatso's stomach and watched TV with Fatso. In the past, the little fellow did indeed have a grudge with Fatso, but Fatso had spent time coaxing the little fellow many times. After all, at that time, Fatso didn't know that the child in this story world would really be brought out by Su Bai to raise as his son. In his heart, Fatso felt a little guilty towards the little fellow.

Now, the two of them had a pretty good relationship.

"Where's Ji Xiang?" Su Bai asked.

"That cat went outside to bask in the sun." Fatty said as he reached out to touch the little fellow's face. He, who was used to pretending to be a pig to eat tigers, actually had a doting look on his face at this moment.

Perhaps.

In this world, there were no heinous bad people, nor were there perfect good people. Even the most heinous murderers might give up their seats to an old man on the bus. Under the premise that it did not affect their own interests and safety, everyone wanted to live a more comfortable life.

In this world, there were no unpardonably evil people, and there were no perfect good people. Even the most heinous murderers might give up their seats to an old man on the bus. As long as it did not affect their own interests and safety, everyone wanted to live a more comfortable life.

Su Bai picked up a glass of water on the coffee table and took a sip. He looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at Ji Xiang, who was lying on a cushion and looking at the painting while basking in the sun.

For some reason, when he saw the painting, Su Bai's mood suddenly became heavier. This painting could indeed predict the future, but the future seemed to be impossible to change. He had already gone to Qinhuangdao, and he had also been a successful disruptor. Lin Zhou's eyeballs had been eaten by him like jelly beans, and Gongzi Hai's lower body had been crushed by him. Those people's goals had not been achieved, but under the premise of his crazy disruption, the blue figure was still pierced by the crossbow arrow and sank into the depths of the sea without a trace.

Did this mean that Xun Er's death was also something that could not be changed?

In fact, predicting the future was not a good thing, especially when you realized that you could not change the future no matter how hard you tried. People would become very negative, and the unchangeable future would conflict with your usual style and personality. It was also an unbearable torment.

"Da Bai, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Fatso asked. "Oh right, Gyatso just sent me a WeChat message saying that he will return here to live in a while. There's no news from the monk. I don't know what he's busy with, or maybe he's in the story world right now."

"It'll be livelier with more people," Su Bai said.

"Hahaha." Fatso suddenly laughed. "Da Bai, say, the four of us live here. In the future, we will all die in the story world. Then, the neighbors will see that there are a few men living in this house. Slowly, the men will disappear one by one, and no one will live in this house. Will this also become an unsolved case or a supernatural incident?

Let's call it the Old Fang House Supernatural Incident, or the Old Fang House Faceless Man Incident. Tsk tsk, which one sounds cooler? "

"You're bored out of your mind." Su Bai did not intend to pay attention to Fatso, who was babbling nonsense. "I'll order takeout. I'm too lazy to cook at this time."

"Sure, you order it. I'll continue watching my television."

Su Bai took out his phone, ready to order takeout. Suddenly, he frowned and grabbed his chest with his left hand. He fell from the sofa to the ground, paralyzed in pain.

The sound was very loud, because Su Bai fell down without any resistance.

The little fellow immediately crawled to Su Bai anxiously, tears flickering in her eyes.

"Papa … Papa …"

Fatso immediately got up and came to Su Bai's side. Looking at Su Bai's familiar painful expression, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. As a veteran listener, Fatso naturally knew what this meant. This was a mission notice from the horror broadcast. However, it was usually a burst of angina. Although the pain was painful, it was not unbearable. However, with Su Bai's current appearance, even if his body had just been seriously injured and had not recovered, he would not be in so much pain that he would break out in a cold sweat and turn pale.

This was possible.

It meant that in the next story world, the horror broadcast would be filled with "malice" towards Su Bai.

Fatso knew very well that no amount of consolation, massage, or any miraculous medicine would be able to relieve Su Bai's pain. Fortunately, although the pain of this mission notice had increased, it was only for a short period of time. Su Bai's eyebrows slowly relaxed. It was as if he had just crawled out of a water tank, and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

He got up with some difficulty and sat on the blanket. The little fellow lay on Su Bai's lap and looked at Su Bai worriedly.

Su Bai reached out and rubbed the little fellow's head, "Be good, go play. Dad is fine."

The little fellow did not listen. He shook his head and grabbed Su Bai's leg tightly with his chubby little hands.

Su Bai was a little helpless. Of course, he was also a little touched. Perhaps his relationship with others was intertwined with too many interests. Even his relationship with his parents did not seem as pure as he had thought in the past. However, this little fellow's concern for him was pure and without any impurities.

Fatso squatted down beside Su Bai and gestured for Su Bai to take out his phone to take a look.

Su Bai nodded and picked up the phone that he had thrown when he fell off the sofa. He opened WeChat and a preview message from the WeChat public account "Kongbu66" had already been sent over.

Taking a deep breath, Su Bai was really looking forward to what his next story world would be like. Because the next story world might very well be his last.

He clicked on the message column,

What appeared was a picture,

The main color of the picture was black, and in the middle was a table. On the table was an identity card with the words "Presiding Judge" written on it. At the same time, it was a close-up, but from other positions in the picture, it could be seen that there were 12 identical tables in the picture, which also meant that there were a total of 12 presiding judges.

In the middle of this circle of tables, there was a gallows. On the gallows, there were three people standing there. All three of them had their heads covered, and their faces could not be seen. However, if they took another small step forward, their necks would be strangled by a rope. Then, the wooden board below would fall, and the three of them would be hanged to death.

The entire picture was black. At the same time, just looking at this picture was enough to give people a great psychological pressure.

Below this picture, there were three words:

"Trial Day".

Fatso looked at the message and said helplessly, "The number of listeners who did not participate in this story world, the time and date of entering the story world, and the pain of the mission notification is even stronger than before. This time, the horror broadcast is really not friendly."

"If it's friendly, then there's really something wrong." Su Bai's tone was still calm. He had seen many storms and waves, so he naturally did not lack this calm courage.

Then, Su Bai pointed at the three masked men standing on the gallows in the picture and said, "Fatso, one of these three people should be me, right?"

Fatso nodded, "Most likely, but I'm really curious, who are the other two people? Could it be a coincidence that the horror broadcast was about to punish the three of you, so the three of you specially designed this story world?

Then, does the 12 trial tables outside also mean that there will be 12 listeners in charge of your trial? "

"It's possible. In the next story world, I'm the prey, and the 12 listeners are the hunters." Su Bai's lips curled into a mocking smile, "To be honest, Fatso, I really look forward to meeting the other two people. It's really rare to find a listener who has the courage to trample on the rules of the horror broadcast."

Seeing that Su Bai was in a good mood, Fatso teased him on purpose, "Don't flatter yourself. Being rare is a compliment. In the horror broadcast, the three of you are a pot of rat poop, and there are three of you."

Su Bai threw his phone on the sofa, "Let's see, in the end, who's the hunter and who's the prey, it's still uncertain."