"Are you happy to see this?"
In the distance, on top of a tall building, Su Bai and Jie Ling stood side by side.
"There's no point in asking like this," Su Bai replied.
Below the two of them was a scene of carnage. Just now, the broadcast had announced a real-life strangulation mission, requesting the listeners nearby to kill the hunchbacked old man.
The broadcast did not seem to have a precise rule for this kind of punishment, but at least as a listener, especially one who had reached the level of a high-level listener, they had a rough idea of what to do.
So many people had died in the square, and with such a large amount of karma, it was impossible for the broadcast to let him wait until the next story world.
"You're covered in lice anyway, so you're not afraid of being bitten." Jie Ling sighed. Su Bai's trick of creating a doppelganger had caused the hunchbacked old man to self-destruct in the end, but in the end, he had committed such a great sin. For Su Bai, the karma was indeed much lighter than if he had killed the hunchbacked old man himself. However, since Su Bai had already killed a veteran, why didn't he just take the blame? Why did he have to resort to such a bloody roundabout method?
After all, these ordinary people who had died were actually people from Jie Ling's hometown. However, Jie Ling had no reason to blame Su Bai, because before the incident happened, he had already seen through Su Bai's plan. At that time, he did not stop him, and now, he felt that it was beneath him to do such a thing.
"I've said before, I'm not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I want to die." Su Bai looked at Ji Xiang, who was dozing off on his shoulder, and reached out to rub its belly. Ji Xiang subconsciously waved its paw in its sleep.
"You're almost at the next story world, right?" Jie Ling placed his hands on the railing. "Right, why don't you go kill him and use him to accumulate some good karma?"
"I didn't hear the broadcast just now." Su Bai pointed to his ear and said, "You listened to the broadcast, but I didn't. Do you really think that the broadcast is so stupid as to give me a chance to deliberately brush up my good impression? As for you, why don't you go kill him now?
This guy has already self-destructed. Although he didn't die, he's no different from a piece of mud. "
"I don't want to go kill him." Jie Ling shook his head. "Because it will make me feel like I'm deliberately using so many ordinary people's lives to suck up to the broadcast."
"Jie Ling, I think if you die one day, the cause will be because you're pretentious." Su Bai chuckled. "Okay, it's not easy for you to come home, so spend more time with your mother. In fact, it's better to let go of your state of mind. Your illusion has very high requirements for the state of mind. If your state of mind is full of flaws and fears, it will be difficult to really bring others into your illusion.
You know why your illusion has no effect on me? " Because compared to my life, the ups and downs you've tasted and experienced are too simple. Perhaps this is also a change in the fighting style of a high-level listener. "
Su Bai turned around and patted him on the shoulder.
Jie Ling thought for a while and said, "Thank you."
This was Su Bai's advice to him. It was also advice from an opponent, so it was very valuable.
The two did not say anything like "see you later" or "drink together when we have the chance" and chose to go their separate ways.
…
"Knock, knock, knock …"
A man in black sportswear knocked on the door. Soon, Monk opened the door. The person in front of him reeked of alcohol and a new tattoo on his shoulder could be seen from his rolled up sleeves.
"You're getting crazier and crazier."
Monk said helplessly.
The person who came in turned out to be Lord Zeng. Lord Zeng took off his hat and lay on the sofa. He put one foot on the coffee table, picked up the teapot on the coffee table, and drank directly from it.
Tyrant took the teapot and went to make another cup of tea for Lord Zeng. He didn't say much about Lord Zeng's current state. Everyone knew that both of them were stuck at the last step and were looking for their own ways to break through the bottleneck.
"Wipe yourself." The monk tossed a wet towel over.
Lord Zeng took it and wiped his face. When he was drinking in the ballroom, he deliberately did not use his own strength to digest the alcohol. Instead, he indulged himself as much as possible, so he was indeed a little tipsy now.
"Qilü, if I become a big boss listener in the future, you can be my butler."
Lord Zeng's words were becoming more and more unlike his previous style. When a person left his original identity and jumped to another position, he might not feel anything, but the people around him would feel it deeply.
"Sure." Monk put Lord Zeng on the sofa and took a pair of scissors to the courtyard outside to trim the vine. "Now, the toxicity is getting stronger and it seems to have a corrosive effect on the soul. The Dharma Array that Poor Monk set up the day before yesterday is a little unsafe. I'll have to set up another one in a few days."
"Hehe, when Da Bai comes back, pick a few leaves and make tea for him. Just tell him it's Agastache Tea." Lord Zeng laughed.
"It's because Da Bai has a good appetite that he could really eat this raw with the eel. You're also taking an unconventional approach. In fact, there's no need to do this," Monk said.
"This is the best way to achieve the best effect. Moreover, I noticed that the vine wasn't really ripened at that time. It's just a purely physical effect."
Lord Zeng turned on the television and took out a bag of white powder from his pocket. Then, he took out a round glass bottle.
After trimming the vine, Monk walked back to the living room and saw the things on the coffee table. He said helplessly, "If your believers know that their spiritual leader has become like this, I guess their faith will be shattered immediately."
"There's no other way. I have to do something ruthless. I've carried too much on my shoulders in the past and thought too much. Now, I have to put it down first and let myself finish the previous sprint. It doesn't matter if I carry it again."
Lord Zeng took out an alcohol lamp from under the coffee table and began to smoke.
Monk was sitting on the sofa opposite him with a cup of tea in his hand.
He was drinking tea.
Lord Zeng was taking drugs.
This scene was indescribably strange.
After a while, Lord Zeng put down the things in his hand and slowly relaxed. His face revealed an intoxicated expression.
"Qilü, do you know that sometimes it's meaningless to be too strong and have too high a level of life? You can't even enjoy a lot of indulgence.
If I don't take the initiative to seal my demonic body, I won't be able to experience the feeling of cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs at all. "
"I, Poor Monk, beg to differ when it comes to indulgence at the cost of your own life." Monk was still very serious.
"What's the use of life?" Lord Zeng squinted at Monk. "Do you know, Qilü?"
"Do you?"
"I don't know either." Lord Zeng shook his head. "Hehe, if I knew, wouldn't I have become a Buddha long ago?"
Tyrant nodded, indicating that Gyatso's words were right.
Then, there was silence.
Silence was very common when the two of them lived together in Old Fang's house.
In the past, there would still be that cute little guy, Fatso who liked to joke around, the aloof cat, and Su Bai who would occasionally come back and treat his house as a hotel.
But now, there were only the two of them in this house. Fortunately, they were already used to this kind of silence. If a monk could not even get used to silence, he would be like a soldier who did not know how to fire a gun.
"I feel that living is really tiring. It was fine when I didn't think about anything in the past, but recently, I'm tired of playing. Living without a goal is tiring, and living with a goal is also tiring. In short, it can't be separated from tiredness."
Gyatso suddenly lamented.
"It seems that your experience of life is really right. You've actually gone down the path of decadence." Monk took a sip of tea and said, "If you continue down this path, you'll slowly feel that life is boring. Then, you'll feel that your life, and even the lives of others, need to be saved by you."
"Is it that mystical?" Gyatso asked.
"When that time comes, you'll be left with two paths. One is to become a famous artist, singing, writing, shooting movies, and the like. You'll have a unique style that is incompatible with the mainstream style of this world."
"What about the other one?"
"The other one is to commit suicide." Monk said very seriously, "In fact, there are more people who choose the second path than the first one."
"Hehe." Gyatso picked up the towel again and wiped his hands, "Actually, it's true. I don't know if there are people who can't stand it and commit suicide when they first become a listener."
"It should be … very few. After all, the radio station will choose people, regardless of gender or age. Poor Monk thinks that the radio station will not choose those who are scared to commit suicide as soon as they come in. This is a waste for the radio station and also a kind of damage to the story."
"Tell me, is there any job where you don't have to do anything? All you have to do is sit there and wait for the money to drop every day?" Lord Zeng asked at this time. Obviously, Lord Zeng was becoming more and more like an ordinary person. He was still in the stage of immersion. It was like entering the water first and then sinking to the bottom. When he felt that he could resurface again, it meant that the door had been pushed open.
At this time, the door of the vestibule was pushed open. Monk and Gyatso did not sense it in advance. When they saw Su Bai walking in, they finally calmed down. Indeed, it was not easy to sense Su Bai's breath now. Moreover, Su Bai was also familiar with the formation in this house. The formation would not react even if he came in.
Monk and Lord Zeng both stood up from the sofa.
Su Bai held Ji Xiang in one hand and changed into slippers at the vestibule. He smiled and said,
"Yo, Lord Zeng, I know about the job you were talking about.
It's to be a tortoise in the wishing pool at the entrance of a temple or a Taoist temple.
Don't do anything.
People will throw money at you every day. "
