Chapter 917

The cafe was a burgundy color. Few cafes would be decorated in this color.

Su Bai was surprised when he pushed the door open. Hills seemed to be familiar with the place. Before this, Su Bai did not expect that an Englishman like Hills would have so many friends in China, or rather, so many connections.

"The train crashed on the other side of the cliff, but we don't have to worry. Let the big shots explore the road first. We'll have time for a cup of coffee." Sills snapped his fingers, and a female boss with red hair walked over with a menu. She conversed with Sills in English.

The two of them had a close relationship and might have even interacted with each other at a negative distance.

This was a famous mountain scenic area in Guizhou, and the train that crashed yesterday was in this area. Of course, the train incident did not have any impact on the lives of ordinary people. Su Bai believed that even if the train collapsed half of the cafe, the female owner would continue to open for business the next day as if nothing had happened.

The radio was very successful in this aspect. For ordinary people, they could only see what the radio allowed them to see and know what the radio allowed them to know. It was as if there was a wall surrounding this area, and all living things were within it.

Only the audience was considered an exception because they could … climb over the wall.

The female boss went to prepare the coffee. The tenderness in her eyes could not be concealed.

Hills noticed that Su Bai was looking at him with a playful gaze. He immediately shrugged.

"I don't know why you're so surprised that I like women. Su, you know very well that you're frigid, but I'm a normal man. I have my basic needs. "

"I didn't say anything." Su Bai took a sip of water.

"She used to study in England, and before I became a listener, I was also obsessed with Chinese culture. That's how I got to know her. Our relationship is like the Titanic."

Hills had no intention of telling his love story further, and Su Bai had no interest in listening to it.

After the train crashed yesterday, Lord Zeng and the monk had to continue floating in the Yellow Springs, while the monk had to return to the temple to stare blankly at the Three Pure Ones. Fatso had brought Lucky and Ruyi back.

After a while, the coffee was served. However, the coffee in front of Su Bai was the color of blood.

If it wasn't for the aroma, Su Bai would have thought that it was a cup of blood.

"I asked her to make it. It's called Blazing Lips. I think you'll like it." Hills held her chin with both hands and looked at Su Bai. "Watch her coffee often. It's an honor for her and her coffee to be tasted by a noble Blood Clan member."

"I haven't drunk blood for a long time." Su Bai picked up the cup and took a sip. It was silky smooth, with the fragrance of roses. "Not bad."

"Vampires drink blood not only for survival. It's like how ordinary people eat. It's not only for survival, but it also carries a lot more." Hills added a few cubes of sugar to his coffee. "Su, I've been thinking about something since yesterday."

"I'm not interested in listening to your thoughts. Just tell me the result."

"You're really not a good listener." Hills waved his hand. "I've decided to change my method of proving my Dao. This will delay the date, but I feel that it will make me stronger in the future."

"Congratulations."

"I still have to thank you."

"I'm really sorry about that. After all, I used up your Origin." Su Bai's words were sincere. After all, although the Origin was Fatso's doing, it had almost destroyed the entire Western Land of Proving Dao.

"Actually, at our level, it seems that many things that happen every day have become philosophical problems." Hills leaned back on the sofa. "This is really interesting. In the future, every deceased listener's tombstone can have a label of 'Mankind's Great Thinker, Philosopher, and Educator'."

The afternoon sun in the winter brought a kind of damp coldness. It was not very pleasant. The two of them chatted and drank coffee. Sitting here was a way to kill time.

When it was close to two o 'clock, a figure that Su Bai was familiar with appeared outside the window.

In other words, it wasn't Su Bai and Hills who found him. Instead, it was him who found Su Bai and Hills.

The other party's style today was a little old-fashioned. He wore a black down jacket and flannel jeans. It wasn't the carefree style that Su Bai usually liked. Instead, he looked like an ordinary person coming home from work. Even his expression was exactly the same.

Sills also saw him. At their level, the next step was to prove their Dao. Hence, they weren't as fearful of big shots. Sills smiled and said, "That's right.

"Su, the big shots of the East seem to be more and more … ordinary? In Chinese, it's called 'down-to-earth'. "

"Yes, I guess it's a new trend."

Su Bai felt that it was very likely that Old Richie's influence on Yan Huihong had caused some changes in his state of mind. He was no longer as bold and unrestrained as before. He was beginning to return to his natural state.

Yan Huihong walked in and sat beside Su Bai. He looked at Su Bai and smiled. Anyone would have goosebumps if a burly man suddenly smiled foolishly at you.

"Why don't you go inside and take a look? Why do you have the time to drink coffee?" Su Bai asked in confusion when he saw Yan Huihong drink his Blazing Hot Lips without any hesitation.

Of course, he wasn't really confused. After all, the reason why Su Bai and Hills arrived early and didn't go to the specific location was because they were worried that something might happen.

After all, everyone knew that this train was very likely to be the one used by the radio station to pick up the remaining bigwigs. Moreover, this train had met with an accident midway. Who knew if the Qin soldiers would board this train and come back together to launch a great counterattack?

At this time, it was very likely that whoever rushed forward would be the first to die.

As for the big shots' inheritance and artifacts, they weren't that attractive to Su Bai and Hills now. They weren't as coveted as when they were still veterans.

"Wait for everyone to arrive." Yan Huihong didn't put on any airs. Moreover, he had a good relationship with Su Bai. The two of them knew each other and had a certain degree of compatibility. Moreover, because of Old Richie, although they didn't interact much, they could at least treat each other as friends.

Hills gestured for the female boss to bring another cup of coffee.

"Even big shots are afraid." Then, Hills mocked.

Yan Huihong wasn't angry at all. He only replied calmly.

"The train might be filled with the corpses of the big shots."

In that world, the big shots' status was equivalent to cannon fodder for a long period of time. This group of people originally thought that their dawn had arrived, but in the end, they became cannon fodder again.

Therefore, it was understandable that Boss Liang wasn't willing to go to that world. In fact, in order not to go to the high-level audience, he even created a clone to suppress his realm to delay the Dao Validation.

He was a coward, but he could see it clearly and clearly.

Now, it seemed that the grass on the graves of those who laughed at him for being a coward was about to sprout.

"Are they all dead?" Su Bai said immediately. "That's right. If they're still alive, they should have come out long ago."

The train fell into the cliff and was silent ever since. If the big shots who returned were still alive, why didn't they come out?

"Could it be that they were pulled into the story world by the radio station?" Hills guessed. "They directly entered the story world to recover."

Yan Huihong shook his head. "Even if the radio station wants to use this method to help them recover, it's impossible to pull them into the story world before we see them."

Hills and Su Bai looked at each other. Obviously, as a big shot, Yan Huihong already had the right to come into contact with some things. For example, Su Bai and Hills were very concerned about why the big shots who were sent out were still controlled and threatened by the radio station in the other world, forcing them to take the initiative to become cannon fodder.

"There's a huge difference between a world plane and another world plane. It has its own autonomy and exclusivity. It's like an internal circulation system. It can instinctively resist external factors from affecting its own circulation.

"Therefore, although the radio station uses the train to send the big shots over, in the middle of the journey, the radio station will baptize the big shots. It doesn't change their strength or anything else. The only thing that needs to be left is actually something like the big shot's own life token.

"This can be understood as the smuggler and the stowaways. The smuggler keeps their identity documents and then extorts the stowaways. If the stowaways don't comply, the smuggler can completely expose that person's identity, and then the stowaways will be sent back.

"I don't know the exact way the radio station does this, but the principle should be similar.

"However, once the 'identity' of the listener is revoked, they will immediately be rejected by that world plane.

"The entire world will reject you, and you will be instantly crushed and annihilated. Because no matter how strong you are, you can't resist a world.

"This is the radio station's method of driving the big shots of that world to continue working for it. Of course, after this batch of people returns, their identities must be re-verified.

"This is based on the operating rules of the radio station. At least there must be a listener standing in front of the returning big shots. Then, the radio station will use the listener's eyes and ears, as well as other information channels to confirm the identity of the big shot. Only then will the radio station be able to pull them into the story world.

"Just like the blood corpse back then."

At that moment, a blue light floated into the cafe and dispersed into a barrier. Boss Liang's figure appeared inside.

"You guys are calling me one by one. Don't you find it annoying?"

In the image, Boss Liang was wearing an apron and seemed to be cooking in the kitchen. He looked very impatient.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. Although Boss Liang was very unreliable, Yan Huihong still showed his respect.

"Brother Liang, you should know that the train this time …"

"I don't have time to care about the train. I'm preparing dinner. It's a festival tonight, and it's the last festival of my life."