Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 130: The breakdown of terror broadcasting

? The little guy is still so white and tender, especially when he saw Su Bai, his little mouth smiled, and his eyes were narrowed. You can see his joy at this time;

He opened his arms, just like before, every time he stupidly climbed onto the bed and hugged Su Baiqiu, and was kicked by Su Bai, and then he climbed up to continue. He was always so happy. .

Su Bai was about to kneel down to hug him, but he immediately crawled back.

Su Bai was stunned;

The little guy tried his best to stand up with his little hands and staggered towards Su Bai. He walked unsteadily, like a drunkard, but he staggered and walked to Su Bai. , Hugged Su Bai's calf.

Su Bai stretched out his hand to him, he caught it, and Su Bai forcefully hugged him into his arms.

The little guy kept rubbing his face against Su Bai's chest affectionately, obviously thinking about Su Bai.

Su Bai patted the little guy's ass. Before he was going to kneel down and hug him, it was also a temptation. Compared with this little guy's innocence, Su Bai felt that he was a little dirty.

However, Su Bai is also a habit. Here, he can't believe anyone.

The figure of the old man appeared in the white light,

He appeared to be older than when he met on a fishing boat in the river before. He told Su Bai before that he was over 120 years old. At that time, Su Bai thought he was still in good health. It’s not a problem to live for a long time, but now, with gray hair, haggard, haggard, and muddy eyes, it is obviously not much time.

Su Bai looked at the old man, and the old man looked at Su Bai too.

"Do you want to follow him?"

In the eyes of the old man looking at the little guy, there is a rare kind of kindness. Before, he had no mercy on Gyatso to the monk to the fat man. He even had no mercy on the man who was originally located in Fulong Mountain according to what Lin Zhenying said. The Taoist school did not show any mercy at all. The scenes of the men and women who are still unsightly are still being shown on the small pavilion, which can be regarded as a scorn and mockery of this school for decades.

The little guy looked at the old man, then at Su Bai, he wanted to say something, but after a short hesitation, he still clenched Su Bai’s collar with both hands. Obviously, he wanted to follow Su Bai. White.

"He will leave you, he is not from this world..." When the old man said here, he paused, then his eyes drifted, looked at the sky, and then let out a sigh, "Your choice is wrong. Yes, stay with me, I will pass on your mantle, pass on your orthodoxy and demonic tradition, pass on you Fulongshan Cave as your practice field,

In the future,

If you want to be a demon, you are a demon,

If you think about Confucianism and Taoism, it is Taoism,

Isn’t that great? "

The little guy shook his head. Obviously, he still refused.

The old man looked at Su Bai. He knew that it would be useless to persuade this little guy.

"Lady, where did you come from and where you are going to go, the old man knows and understands, but he can’t say it clearly;

You should also know that he likes you and he wants to follow you, but you can't give him much time, right?

The old man can let you go. As long as you leave him here, the old man will be tired and the deadline is approaching. It is a Buddha or a demon who is reluctant to toss and just want to find a heir. "

Su Bai shook his head, "You know, I am not a good person."

Indeed, Su Bai is not a good person, and more importantly, if you leave this little guy here, Su Bai's main mission 2 will be doomed to fail and will be directly obliterated by the terrorist broadcast.

"You are too selfish to do this," the old man said.

"Yes, I am selfish." Su Bai admitted openly.

"Then I, can't let you go." The turbid color in the old man's eyes disappeared, revealing a clear color, and then, a sharp breath rose from the old man.

The little guy reacted before Su Bai. He opened his mouth and bit into the air in front of him a few times.

In the white light, cracks appeared.

The old man looked terrified;

Su Bai stretched out his hand, grabbed the gap, and tore the white light away.

"Wow!" there was a crisp sound.

Su Bai is still squatting on the ground in the thatched hut, the little guy is still in Su Bai's arms, and the picture scroll in front of him has been torn open.

"You will regret it." The old man in the portrait overturned his wooden bowl, and then looked at Su Bai and the little guy: "You will regret it."

The old man’s face has a meaningful smile;

Even Su Bai himself couldn't understand. The regret that the old man said was referring to himself or the little guy in his arms.

The picture scroll began to burn, and the scene in the picture changed. The old man stood on a high mountain and looked into the distance. This seemed to be the final outcome he had arranged for himself.

The picture scroll was completely burnt, leaving no dust, and it turned into green smoke.

The fat man, monk, and Gyatso who had lost consciousness opened their eyes at this time and woke up.

Su Bai stood up, the little guy climbed onto Su Bai's shoulders, and the little **** sat down, holding Su Bai's hair with one hand to stabilize his figure.

"I don't want to lie to you, in fact, he is right, I will leave, and I will leave soon." Su Bai's hand patted the little guy's belly.

The little guy was amused and "chuckled", and then gently blew into Su Bai's ear.

The monk was still lying on the ground, seeing this scene, he was a little relieved, and a little weak, just silently shouted:

"Amitabha, Su Bai, saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddha."

Su Bai looked at the monk and smiled.

………………

In the carriage, Gyatso, Fatty, and Monk were all lying in the carriage. Their injuries were not light, or even serious.

Su Bai drove the carriage, and the little guy sat on the back of the horse, bumping with the horse.

"How long is it from the demon lair." The fat man asked weakly.

"At the current rate, there will be another day and a half to two days."

"Then this task will be completed soon." The fat man felt like his nightmare was finally over.

The monk showed a heavy look and shook his head, "Not necessarily, now the 30-day mission period has not passed a few days. If we just let us finish the mission hastily, it would be too easy."

"This is still called easy? Monk, don't you see how miserable we are." The fat man was obviously speechless.

"If Su Bai did not end the shackles of the painting on us with the help of the child, but with other methods, then the poor monk would think that the story should be over, but in this way When we went down the mountain, the hardships and tribulations in front became worthless in the smooth wind at the last moment.

The horror broadcast is about telling a story. This kind of plot that makes the broadcast audience find it incredible will end the ordeal that can almost wipe out our group. Don’t you think it’s not bloody? "

"So, monk, you mean, it will continue to remedy it?" The fat man was a little speechless.

At this time, Gyatso opened his eyes and said: "The Tang monk and his disciples just took the scriptures from the Leiyin Temple. The Buddha and Guanyin pinched and counted. They are less difficult. They will even be in the Tang monk. Before the master and apprentice return to the East China Tang Dynasty to make up for this difficulty, can't terror broadcast do that?"

………………

On Fulong Mountain, in the thatched hut, curling green smoke gathered from all directions and recondensed into a painting. The old man in the painting is still standing on the cliff, looking towards the sky.

In an instant, thunder rolled in the air, and the portrait trembles constantly, seemingly unable to withstand this terrible power.

The old man stood in the painting, looking at the sky, and said solemnly: "You are blaming me for not doing things according to your instructions, right?"

Thunder still roars, with anger;

It is probably this kind of artistic conception that the world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog;

"I really like that kid, I want him to pass on my mantle, hehe, sorry, it's against your meaning;"

The old man opened his arms, then roared:

"I live alone for the sake of the devil, stealing orthodoxy, and need you girlish stuff to hide behind and point to me?"

"Boom!"

A thunder fell and hit the old man, and the old man's laughter disappeared completely.

The last time in Su Bai’s story world, the black shopkeeper was very willful and finally let Su Bai and Sophia leave safely, and even took a cigarette from Su Bai, and went to this story world. I forcibly rejected the arrangement of the horror broadcast with his own will, which means that the control of the awakened NPC in the story world by the horror broadcast has been somewhat out of control.

"Dear friends and listeners, unfortunately, I will tell you some bad news. Due to equipment failure and other reasons, our program needs to be suspended for 3 months. During these 3 months, our program will be I can’t accompany you anymore. Of course, we will finish telling the stories that are going on this time and give the audience a wonderful and interesting ending.

I believe that after 3 months, when the broadcast is turned on again, any problems will be resolved and there will be no more uncontrollable situations. We will re-adapt a story with a real case as the theme for everyone.

Thank you for your support. We will continue to meet here in 3 months. "

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"Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, or mashed potatoes, I said Smith, is there anything else in your church besides potatoes?" A bald white man slapped the spoon on the table and said angrily.

"Sean, pay attention to your attitude." A blond young man sitting across from Sean reprimanded his teammate~IndoMTL.com~ At the same time, he scooped up mashed potatoes into his mouth with a spoon, he was right. There are no special requirements for food.

On this table, there are four Westerners sitting at the table, and an old priest is standing at the table. At this time, he apologizes: "Sorry, there are only these left in the church now."

"I think you are secretly hiding and not giving us food." Sean hummed.

"Really not. The Lord is looking at me from the sky." said the old priest.

"Sean, it is now in the Qing Dynasty, and it is still decades away from the first Opium War. The conditions for the priests who can come to China to preach are very difficult. You must respect them."

Sean nodded and sighed, "Mickel, I'm just complaining a little bit."

"Eat." Mikel said to the three companions around him, "After eating, think of a way to trigger the main task."

At the feet of these Westerners, there is a package containing all the heads of Eastern listeners they encountered along the way. One of their side tasks is to kill these Eastern listeners. (To be continued.)