Chapter 970

The masked man looked at the empty hall with a satisfied look in his eyes. He had been preaching here for several years and had finally won over a group of believers. In fact, there were many such organizations all over the country. However, looking at the whole world, China's Satanism really had no sense of existence compared to foreign countries.

On the one hand, this was because China's traditional culture was very different from that of the West. The recognition of Satan was different. Of course, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that the church itself did not do anything that had a sense of existence. Without a sense of existence, it could not attract the attention of the higher-ups. If the higher-ups did not pay attention to it, they would not suppress it. If they did not suppress it, there would be no cohesion. Without cohesion, there would be no excitement, and without excitement, the organization could not grow.

This seemed like a paradox, but in fact, it really existed. A religious organization that was crazily active in Iraq and Syria had almost conquered the area of a small country. Even in the face of the joint suppression of various countries, it still continued to stand strong. On the one hand, there were dirty political deals and compromises between the big countries. On the other hand, many young people around the world regarded them as their idols. Every year, countless young people from all over the world volunteered to join the organization as soldiers.

This was why the TV news often reported that a certain extremist organization was responsible for a certain terrorist attack. This was tantamount to advertising for themselves and giving themselves a sense of existence. Without a sense of existence, how could there be cohesion within the organization?

"Let the blood in the train station tomorrow ignite the influence of Satanism in the world. Satan is the only god who can lead mankind to freedom."

The masked man knelt down respectfully and worshiped the statue in front of him.

…

Jie Ling and Su Bai were still walking on the ridge of the field.

As they walked, Jie Ling's cell phone rang.

Jie Ling answered the phone and hung up the phone.

"The train will come tomorrow afternoon or evening." Jie Ling looked at Su Bai and shook the ash in his hand.

"Your boss told you?" Su Bai smiled. "Is he still in Shanghai?"

"He should have arrived at Dandong by now," Jie Ling said. "As for whether or not he crossed the Yalu River valiantly and energetically, I don't know."

"You even teased your boss."

"Haha, although he is far away from here, he still sensed the arrival of that person. He said that it is expected to arrive tomorrow afternoon or evening."

"That's interesting. Although high-level listeners are rare, there are many in the world. It seems that this matter can't be hidden anymore."

"It can't be hidden anyway. Besides, there will be listeners from the West coming to Shanghai." Jie Ling revealed a piece of news.

"What will they come for?"

"That's because the experts from the East and the West were all arranged by the broadcaster to leave in Shanghai by high-speed rail." "So, do you understand why I'm so unconfident? Tomorrow, at the train station, the water is really deep."

Su Bai nodded. "And when the Western veterans come to the Eastern territory, they will instinctively group up. Because we are on our home ground, we feel that we have a psychological advantage. It is not easy to unite," Su Bai said.

"These are all secondary. The Westerners are actually very cautious. Because of what happened to Lychee in the past, and the fact that there is a chance that Lychee will return this time, they are very cautious. I reckon that they will fly to Shanghai tomorrow afternoon. Previously, there was only one angel in charge of investigating the situation."

"That birdman who calls himself an Earl?"

"Hehe, yes, it's the guy you beat up." Jie Ling stretched. "When you beat him, the energy fluctuations caused attracted a lot of attention in Shanghai."

"Are they eager for me to kill that birdman?" Su Bai asked.

"Unfortunately, you didn't."

"I'm not stupid."

"Haha." Jie Ling smiled and didn't speak.

"It's getting dark, so I won't keep you for dinner. Tell me what you want. Don't tell me you came here to accompany me to walk the road."

"What if it's really just a special trip to look for you?"

"Then let's not see each other in the future, really."

"I'm here to ask you for a favor."

"Is it about the train station? Sorry, I can't promise you anything. Even if I promise you, I believe you won't believe me."

"No, in fact, it's not about the train station. I know you have a friend who is good at arrays, and your physique can help me break the array with him."

"Can you be more specific?"

"My boss has a basement in his house in Shanghai."

Hearing this, Su Bai's eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled. "In fact, I'm more willing to hear that you and your boss are pure subordinates and superiors, good friends, or even gay buddies, rather than that you are planning to break into your boss's nest while he is on the run."

"He has always sealed his life weapon in the basement. Except for taking it out before entering the story world, he doesn't usually bring it with him. Even his doppelganger may be sealed in the basement."

"So?"

"I think it's really interesting to send my boss to that place." At this moment, Jie Ling threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped on it. "Release his doppelgangers and stimulate his natal weapons to be active in the real world. Then, the strength that he has been suppressing and sealing will not be able to be suppressed any longer. Once the broadcast senses his real realm and level, it will be impossible for him to escape to that place even if he wants to."

"I'm curious. What's your purpose in doing this?" At this time, Su Bai and Jie Ling had reached the entrance of Old Fang's house. Jie Ling drove over and parked the car outside the big iron gate of Old Fang's house.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"The lie first."

"Well, he and I have some differences in the development of our game company. I want him to leave and go to that place."

"What about the truth?"

"The truth is what I said just now is a lie." Jie Ling pursed his lips. "You only need to know that I have a suitable reward for both of you."

"Deal."

"Deal."

…

When Su Bai returned to the living room, Fatso had just come out of the bathroom. He was holding a towel while wiping his hair. "Who's here?"

"Jie Ling."

"Oh, are you here to form a faction again?"

Su Bai shook his head. "No, he wants us to do something for him."

Su Bai told Fatso about Jie Ling's request.

"It sounds quite tempting." Fatso returned to his usual self. "I can trick an advanced listener and get paid. Plus, there's a chance to fish in troubled waters in the basement. Three birds with one stone."

"Aren't you curious about his real purpose? No matter what, it's weird to inexplicably screw over a boss who seems to have a good relationship with you, right? "

"Are you curious?"

"Nope."

"That's it. How can everything be figured out in this world?" After Fatty said that, he suddenly patted his chest. "Damn, I can't believe I can say such philosophical words."

"Rest early. Tomorrow afternoon or evening, the train will arrive."

"Well, you rest early too."

After saying goodnight to Fatso, Su Bai also went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, he found that the little guy was already awake. However, the little guy had already been brought back to the bedroom by Ji Xiang and was sitting on the bed reading a fairy tale booklet.

Seeing this booklet, Su Bai suddenly frowned. He immediately walked over and took the fairy tale booklet from the little guy's hands.

It was a fairy tale booklet with a picture on the cover.

It was not the kind that the zombie boy was holding.

The little guy looked at Su Bai in confusion. Then, he suddenly smiled and snuggled up to Su Bai. It seemed like he thought that Su Bai was going to tell him a story from the fairy tale booklet.

The little guy could understand human language. This was something that Su Bai knew a long time ago. He seemed to understand human language from the day he was born and never wet the bed. Every time he wanted to pee or make a sound, he would make a sound and call for Su Bai or Ji Xiang to bring him to the bathroom.

So sometimes, Su Bai himself felt that this son was really easy to raise. No, it was simply too easy to raise.

Hugging his son, Su Bai took the storybook and began to tell the little guy stories.

As he spoke, the night gradually deepened. The little guy fell asleep again. It was unknown whether it was because he was already sleepy or because Su Bai's stories were too boring. He did not want to spoil his father's enthusiasm for fatherly love, so he simply pretended to sleep.

After settling the little guy on the bed and covering him with a blanket, Su Bai also planned to rest. However, just as Su Bai laid down, Ji Xiang suddenly jumped onto the bed with the painting in its mouth.

The painting was still faintly flickering with blue light.

"Dong!"

Su Bai kicked Ji Xiang under the bed. The painting also rolled to the side, and the light that had just risen slowly disappeared.

Ji Xiang, who had landed under the bed, was dumbfounded. It did not seem to have reacted that this fellow actually dared to kick it directly. After a while, Ji Xiang floated up angrily, only to see that the despicable fellow on the bed had already hugged its son and started to sleep.

"Meow …"

Ji Xiang let out a very soft and aggrieved cry. It turned its head and looked at the painting on the ground. Ji Xiang slowly landed and held the painting in its mouth again. When it left the bedroom, it stood by the door and turned its head to look at the person lying on the bed.

A hint of understanding appeared in the cat's eyes.

If the scene seen in this painting was destined to happen in the future.

Then whether to look or not …

What was the difference and meaning?