"I know I'm arrogant. Now, I'm sitting here talking to myself on a rainy day like an idiot. People who walk past me with an umbrella think I'm an idiot.
Yes, I can laugh at them for being the idiots who can't see the true face of the world, but can I?
What is cause and effect?
It's like if I fart here, as long as the angle is right, the direction is accurate, and the volume of the fart is perfect, I can cause a tsunami in the Pacific Ocean.
But things are never that simple. Just like how humans are a part of society, humans are also a part of this space and this world. Any actions that are detrimental to the stability of this world will be automatically eliminated and digested by this world.
The most obvious example is when Lychee wiped out a city. But so what?
England, the European Union, and even the whole world are still operating normally. In fact, I'm also worried that when I reach the top of the Path of Cause and Effect, what I see is actually a trap deliberately set up by the radio. Everything is under the radio's control, and the entire process is just like taking off one's pants and farting.
You ask me why I insist on this path even though I think it might end up like this?
The reason is very simple. One drop of essence is equivalent to ten drops of blood, but men still enjoy shooting it. Isn't it the pleasure of the process that they pursue? I feel that my ego is inflated now, as though I'm the only one who is clear-headed while the other listeners are idiots. It's really nice, hahahaha … "
At this point, Fatty threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter formed a unique scene in the rain and among the people coming and going.
After laughing, Fatso sighed. "Do you know, I'm actually not very sure myself? This is because I've helped Monk, Lord Zeng, and Da Bai in divination.
Monk's path is vague, and so is Gyatso's. This might be because they haven't made a real choice yet. Once they make a choice, the path will be clearer. As for Da Bai … Every time I make a divination, I can feel that there's a dead end in front of him. I don't even know why he's alive and kicking until now. He should have died long ago, but he hasn't. He's still alive.
Sometimes, I really admired him. Whether it was his birth or becoming a listener, it was actually quite difficult for him. He should have endured this loneliness. In fact, he was also enjoying this loneliness.
However, when this lonely traveler suddenly had worries and concerns, he was no longer as pure as he used to be.
That was what I felt. I used karma to look at things from a "god's" perspective. If it wasn't for that child's appearance, he would have had even more terrifying power. I wouldn't be surprised even if he had become a high-level listener.
Because of that child, he had something to worry about. Because of that child, the extreme elements in his personality were constantly being subtly influenced and neutralized.
You ask me, will the child be disposed of?
It should … be possible.
But it shouldn't be the radio station. The radio station wouldn't directly interfere with matters in the real world, but even if they didn't interfere, the radio station had thousands of other ways to achieve its goals.
For example, the Bloodcorpse from back then. "
Fatso took out a cigarette and lit it. He exhaled the smoke, and it quickly dissipated into the rain.
"He will die, and he will die very soon. Because from the perspective of karma, he will be much less attractive to the radio station. In fact, his uncontrollable abnormal mental state might actually be an interesting thing to the radio station.
This is in line with the radio station's consistent pursuit of storytelling. But once he starts to gradually restrain his personality and starts to become some demon king nanny, he will be less attractive to the radio station. The radio station will think that he is very boring and uninteresting. They will think that he is just an ordinary listener who cherishes his life.
So, I'm now thinking about a question. Back then, Da Bai acted up time and time again, but he didn't die?
He was able to turn misfortunes into blessings every time. Was this pure luck, or was it a true sense of survival from the jaws of death?
F * ck, I now feel that the radio station is interested in him, so they deliberately don't let him die. How can there be so many coincidences, opportunities, and close calls?
If the radio station feels that he can continue to be interesting, they might use some accidents to make the child leave Su Bai. The simplest way is to kill the child, just like how they dealt with the Bloodcorpse.
But in fact, we can think of it another way. Would the two people who created Su Bai sit back and watch Da Bai fade into the crowd and die like an ordinary listener? "
…
A string of Buddha beads was hung around Su Bai's neck. Su Bai lay flat on the bed, breathing steadily.
"How long will he wake up?" Gyatso asked.
"I don't know. He will only face pain when he wakes up." Tyrant stood by the bed, feeling a little helpless. "But I hope that he can be like before, that he can pull through. I always feel that no blow will be able to break his almost abnormal spirit."
"Including this time?" Gyatso asked.
Monk hesitated for a moment and did not answer.
At this time, Su Bai opened his eyes. There was no redness in his eyes, not even the slightest trace of blood. But what was left in his eyes was a kind of bone-chilling coldness.
Holding the bed with one hand, Su Bai felt the pain from his palm, which was comparable to a bone fracture. He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit up.
He was seriously injured because of the previous fight against the formation, but Su Bai did not care much about it now.
"Can we calm down and talk now?" Monk looked at Su Bai and asked.
Su Bai nodded. "I'm sorry, Monk, Lord Zeng."
After speaking, Su Bai chuckled to himself.
It was as if nothing had happened and everything was normal. It was as if the little fellow would appear at the door later and stumble into his arms shouting "PaPa".
"There are not many people who have the ability to enter here quietly and take away Ji Xiang and the little fellow." Monk analyzed.
Su Bai raised his hand and gestured for Monk to say no more.
"I know who it is. Grandpa and Grandma want to see their grandson, so they took him away. This is normal, isn't it?" Su Bai directly said the answer in his heart.
Because the broadcaster would not do this kind of thing directly, especially in the real world. If the broadcaster wanted the little fellow to disappear in front of him, he would have countless accidents and methods, even if it was similar to the blood corpse, but he would not directly come to take away people and cats. This was not in line with the broadcaster's aesthetics.
"If there is no accident, it may be them." Monk obviously agreed with Su Bai's statement.
The crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other came from Su Bai's body, and at the same time, his muscle tissue began to twist. This was a forced self-repair of his body. It was very painful, but Su Bai did not even frown and looked very calm.
"Phew …"
His body was a little weak because most of his strength was used to repair his body, but Su Bai quickly got off the bed. At least he had regained the ability to move, even if he was strong in appearance but weak in reality.
Gyatso and Monk looked at Su Bai. They could see that Su Bai was "normal", but under this "normal" state, there was a kind of surging torrent.
It seemed that it had been a long time since they saw Su Bai with this kind of gaze.
"It's funny, isn't it? My son was taken away, and I don't even know where to find them." Su Bai shrugged and still spoke with a smile on his face.
"Indeed, we can't find them. Otherwise, the broadcaster might have made a move long ago." Monk sighed.
Su Bai walked to the wardrobe and opened the door. The painting was also gone.
The painting that Ji Xiang always carried around with her had disappeared. It was probably taken away by that person.
Previously, Ji Xiang had hinted to him to look at the painting. Maybe Ji Xiang sensed that something was about to happen, but Su Bai didn't do so. Even now, Su Bai had nothing to regret. Since the other party insisted on taking the little fellow away, whether he knew or not, he couldn't stop it.
"The painting is gone too?" Gyatso asked.
"Yes, the painting is gone too." Su Bai took a deep breath.
Gyatso and Monk didn't speak because they didn't know what to say now. Their intuition told them that Su Bai looked very calm, but in reality, only a ghost would believe it.
Su Bai picked up his phone and knitted his windbreaker again, covering his upper body and his entire body.
"Where are you going?" Monk asked, "Your injuries haven't healed yet."
"So, Monk, accompany me." Su Bai looked at Monk and said, "You don't need to do anything, I'll do it."
"What are you going to do?" Gyatso asked.
"One of them took away my son, I have to do something. Unfortunately, I'm too weak now and can't find them, but I have to do something."
"What are you going to do?" Monk asked.
"I can't find where they are, but at least I know where their home is. Their home, and their parents, which is my … maternal grandparents.
Hehe, someone took away my son, so I made his parents die. It's very fair, isn't it? "Su Bai asked.
"First, based on your mother's attitude towards your aunt, they might really not care about worldly relationships and feelings.
Second, their two families have quite a bit of influence in the real world. They aren't ordinary people that you can casually kill. If you kill them, you will definitely commit a lot of karma. At the very least, it will be broadcasted to increase the difficulty in the next story world. Even worse, your next story world will be a punishing story world, just like last time. "
Su Bai smiled and pointed at his face.
"I may have overlooked one thing myself.
That is, I don't know when it started, but you actually thought..,
Would I care about this? "
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