Chapter 882

After the white light dissipated, Su Bai found himself standing at the corner of the highway. Another scene appeared in his memory. The result of the coin toss was reversed, and he was the one who killed Lord Zeng and Fatso.

However, Su Bai's mind still clearly remembered the scene of Fatso and Lord Zeng spending a lot of money to kill him, so he did not find it funny.

Sometimes, the broadcasting station was really like a bureaucrat who cared about his reputation. It would not admit its mistakes, nor would it admit defeat. Everything it did was to protect its own system and reputation.

For example, this time, was it really the difference between a clone and a non-clone?

Previously, the broadcasting station had pulled him, Fatso, and Lord Zeng into the story world. Actually, its purpose was already obvious. It was nothing more than that they were determined to stand on the opposite side, so it tore away its original moral integrity and so-called interest, creating such a monotonous story world that only had the obvious intention of revenge.

Fortunately, it was considered to have lost this round.

The broadcasting station actually lost, fell into a disadvantageous and passive position, and even did something that slapped itself in the face. If it were in the past, Su Bai would have been very surprised, but now, it was very normal.

In the past, the almighty, omniscient and omnipotent broadcasting station was like a god in the eyes of ordinary people, but once it was connected to his cheap parents who had integrated into it, it undoubtedly became a lot more down-to-earth. Of course, down-to-earth here was not a compliment.

Su Bai touched his pocket. His phone was broken, and the cigarettes had long been distributed in the story world. Now, apart from this trench coat, he had almost "nothing else".

He began to walk, slowly at first. However, just as Su Bai was about to speed up, a truck with a Sichuan A license plate stopped beside him.

"Bro, do you need a ride?"

Su Bai got into the car. In fact, Su Bai's speed was much faster than driving, but he did not want to rush to the small temple in such a hurry.

He was not in the mood to meet up with Fatso as soon as possible to share the so-called joy of successfully tricking the broadcasting station. Of course, in Su Bai's opinion, the monk and Jie Ling should be credited for the success of this matter.

Su Bai still did not know about Fugui. He now guessed that Fu Su must have forcibly taken over Jie Ling's body to send the humanoid signal. In short, there was really not much to be happy about.

Or, in fact, Su Bai was now very conflicted.

Jie Ling was forced to become a sacrifice. He knew that whether it was the monk or Fu Su, they would not give Jie Ling a real chance to choose. Therefore, Jie Ling was not a martyr, but a "martyr". Of course, Su Bai would not be bothered by such a thing. In the world of the listeners, it was either you die or I live. Fortunately, in the previous world with Fatso, Lord Zeng, and the others, the final choice between the three of them was still a little warm.

At least it could make people believe that after living together for so long and being friends for so long, there was a little more extravagance on the level of entanglement of interests.

In front of the middle-aged truck driver, Su Bai's melancholy seemed a little insignificant. He thought that Su Bai was a wanderer, only wearing a loose trench coat, with long hair and beard. This was a "lost" young man, a young man who needed guidance to struggle.

Therefore, in the next half an hour, the truck driver poured several bowls of chicken soup into Su Bai's mouth.

Su Bai could only sit in the passenger seat and smile. On the one hand, he was kind enough to give him a ride without paying. On the other hand, if he told him about his situation, he was afraid that he would be treated as a lunatic.

However, this feeling of being "taught and cared for" by an older person seemed to have not been felt for a long time.

His aunt was originally the elder who cared about him the most, but in the end, her sister, who was his biological mother, borrowed her body and left her to rot on the bed. Perhaps, Liu Mengyu's behavior could only be because she did not want to leave any traces of her existence and actions at that time, so her biological sister became her sacrifice.

There was another person, and that was Old Fugui. To this day, when Su Bai was about to be possessed, he would smile knowingly when he recalled the words "scared the shit out of you" that appeared under his feet. That mysterious but happy elder. Although he had not really spent a day with him, and he might have even died before he was born, he had given him care that his biological parents had never given him.

A person who had died long ago had become the person closest to him, especially when he had been forced into a corner by Su Yuhang and Lychee. It was Old Fugui who had taken the initiative to replace him as the guardian.

At that time, Su Bai felt that Xu Fugui, who had left the Land of Proving Dao, would regain his freedom. However, Fugui's arrival had indeed vanished into thin air. No matter what kind of existence it was, as long as there was a chance of survival, more than 99% of people would choose to do their best to preserve any trace of themselves in this world, but Fugui did not do so.

As he counted with his fingers, as the warm-hearted driver kept persuading him, Su Bai recalled one person after another. In fact, there really were not many people. If he counted again, at most, he would add Ninth Brother. As for why Ninth Brother did not follow his instructions and open the bronze chest in front of him, Su Bai had not been able to find the answer to this day.

Later, Ninth Brother was killed by his own brother to vent his anger, and this secret would never be found. Was it because Lucky had appeared long ago? Or was it because Ninth Brother had compassion at that time?

Alright, it was just these three.

Su Bai suddenly laughed again.

Because he suddenly realized that the elders who had truly cared for him, or who might have cared for him,

Were all dead.

On the contrary, the two people who were the most similar in terms of blood relationship and DNA arrangement, who had repeatedly pressed his head down and stuffed him back into the incubator when he was young, were still alive and well. They had even become part of the broadcast as he wished.

How infuriating.

Su Bai laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"That's right, young man. Smile more. Some things, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how hard you can't get over it, smile more and you'll get over it. In this life …"

The driver thought that his persuasion had worked, and it also made him even more enthusiastic about saving the down-and-out young man, Su Bai. In Su Bai, he seemed to see himself, who had once been bumpy and lost.

As he spoke, the driver actually played Zheng Zhihua's "Sailor" in the car. This surprised Su Bai a little. He shook his head helplessly. This kind-hearted big brother actually even used background music.

At this moment, a white sedan that was originally driving on the leftmost lane suddenly changed to the right without flashing its lights, as if the driver was asleep or doing something else. The sedan simply did not give the car behind any time to react and cut in diagonally.

The driver subconsciously turned the steering wheel to prevent himself from directly "crashing" into it. This slightly surprised Su Bai. Generally speaking, drivers were most afraid of large truck drivers, because once something happened, some experienced truck drivers would rather choose to directly "crash" into it than choose to turn the steering wheel or step on the brakes.

Because his chassis was high, he was actually safe from a normal collision, but once he tried to brake or go around, the truck would roll over due to the huge inertia.

This time, as expected, the truck directly tilted and was about to crash into the guardrail on the side.

Su Bai shook his head. His gaze focused, and the truck immediately came to a steady stop. Even the body of the truck did not shake in the slightest.

"Huff … Huff … Huff …"

The driver, who had just given Su Bai a life education lesson, was so scared that his hands were trembling. He stared straight ahead. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the young man sitting in the front passenger seat had disappeared at some point in time.

This place was actually not far from the temple. Su Bai took out a cigarette that he had taken from the driver, lit it, and took a deep puff. In fact, the driver was lucky. He managed to catch the broadcast because of the implementation of the listener destruction plan, so he would not continue to absorb the experience. Otherwise, if it were in the past, he would have caused him to experience something more terrifying than death if he had saved him like this.

If it was just a simple roar on the road, similar to the firefighter he had saved back then, it would not be a big deal. However, because this guy had been in the car for so long, it might cause some karma.

The temple was right in front. Su Bai saw the monk sitting cross-legged at the door, and the monk also saw Su Bai.

"Monk, are you admiring the moon?"

Su Bai smiled as he walked up.

The weather was not good tonight. The night sky was dark, and there were no stars or moon to be seen at all.

"Amitabha."

The monk put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha.

"Yes, the moon is beautiful tonight."

"Are you comprehending again?" Su Bai could only think so. Otherwise, the monk would not say such nonsense.

The monk got up and walked back side by side with Su Bai.

Su Bai looked back at the orphanage in the distance, which was still shrouded by a cloud of black fog.

Turning around, Su Bai asked the monk while walking, "Is Jie Ling dead? How did he succeed? By the way, where are Fatso and Lord Zeng? Are they back? "

There was a formation set up by Fatso and the monk in the small temple, and it had been modified and strengthened by Chen Ru. Therefore, Su Bai could not use his spiritual force to scan the situation in the small temple.

The monk still smiled without saying anything.

Su Bai was a little puzzled, wondering why the monk was keeping him in suspense.

When he pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and walked in, Su Bai was stunned.

In the middle of the blanket in the living room, a baby with white and tender skin that was as delicate as porcelain crawled out excitedly from the care of the two black cats, Lucky and Ruyi.

A pair of small hands and a pair of small feet crawled desperately on the floor. He tried his best to raise his head and raise his neck high, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear if he was not careful.

"PaPa … PaPa … Hug …"

Su Bai felt his heart stop beating at this moment.

Yes.

The monk was right.

The moon tonight.

It was beautiful.