Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 131: WTF

After eating, Sean stood up, went to the entrance of the restaurant, stretched his body, and complained a little:

"Mickel, next meal, I don't want to eat mashed potatoes anymore. This is terrible."

Mickel also put down the spoon and was wiping his mouth with the silk cloth. At this moment, he heard Sean's words and said calmly:

"Do you know if we leave this church and go out, we will immediately become the focus?"

"So what? We were inexplicably transported to the East during the Qing Dynasty this time, but this dynasty did not mean that we must be killed when we see us Westerners on the street. We go out for a meal. It’s okay."

At this time, Pease and Jell, who were still sitting in their seats, were all ready to eat, but they did not participate in the conversation very tacitly, and they were almost strict to Mikel. The way of managing the team is a bit disgusting, but Mikel’s qualifications and status are indeed much higher than them. Therefore, even if the difference in strength is not obvious, no one dares to confront his authority face to face, and only Xiao Well, this bald fool can use his stupid energy to rush Mikel.

"Our side mission is to kill the Eastern audience. This is their home ground. We have to be careful. Once we go out, even if we imitate the priest’s behavior, it will reveal that we belong to modern people. On a horse's feet, the Eastern listeners who do not know our identity can know our identity when hiding in the crowd."

"What if I know?"

Sean walked over and took out the package under the table and opened it. Five or six heads rolled out, all with oriental faces.

"Hehe, even if they know, what can they do?"

The priest shuddered when he saw the scene covered with heads of people on the ground. He took a few steps back and began to pray: "My merciful lord..."

Mickel glanced at the head on the ground, then at Sean:

"When all the Eastern listeners are so weak?

I believe that in this world of stories, there must be strong Easterners worthy of our serious response. It’s just that we haven’t met them yet. The more Eastern listeners we kill, it means that we’re far from encountering real people. The probability of a strong Eastern audience is getting bigger and bigger.

So, the more this time, the more we can't take it lightly. I don't want anyone in our team to die because of this unnecessary carelessness.

Furthermore, our main task has not been triggered yet. When we don't know what the main task is, we must hide ourselves as much as possible. "

Mickel stood up and owed the priest, "Dear priest, please arrange a place for me to rest."

The horrified priest nodded immediately and led Mikel out of the dining room to the bedroom.

Sean crouched on his hips, took a breath, looked at Pease and Jell, "Everyone, you see, Mikel is like a timid little cat."

Peace and Jell both leaned in their chairs, looking very lazy.

"I miss my cigar." Pease touched his red hair and said sadly: "Here, there is no coffee that I like to drink, and no cigar that I like. Only this will always have to be eaten. Mashed potatoes;

Sean, it’s not just you, but I have had enough. I even think that the reason why we didn’t trigger the main mission is because we are too low-key. We have been hiding silently, and we have been hiding in the dark. Doing the task by ourselves. For us, the exposure rate is too low and the impact is too low. If we are high-profile and the scope of influence is larger, maybe the main task will be triggered, and there is no need to continue here. Stubbornly guarding a side mission and waiting, although these Eastern listeners are quite easy to kill, but with this little bit of story, we actually don't have much left. "

Peace straightened his hair sadly. Obviously, he was also very dissatisfied with the situation, but he wasn't like Sean, a brash man who dared to say anything in front of Mikel.

"Let’s bear it again, it shouldn’t be long. Even if we are willing, the horror broadcast will not want us to continue wasting time in this church eating mashed potatoes. We don’t look for things to do, and follow the horror broadcast’s Habits, it will take the initiative to find things for us to do. Although I don’t agree with Mikel’s conservative style of being too cautious, but in a certain sense, he has not done anything wrong, perhaps, we really need a little bit Be patient."

When Sean saw that both of his teammates were agreeing with him either frontally or laterally, he was very happy. His brain was just a tendon, and he was strengthened by a werewolf, and even more completely his character traits were given through bloodlines. The ground is highlighted.

"Are you full?" Sean held the table in his hand and looked at his two companions, "I regret it now, why did I just cut off the heads of these oriental people as souvenirs? I came back but didn’t cut a few pieces of meat from them, otherwise we can all barbecue now. Among them are two oriental women. The two pieces of meat on their **** must be delicious."

Sean drooled while talking.

Peace looked at Sean with surprise: "Sean, your taste is beyond our imagination. Please stay away from me. I am a gentleman."

Jell also nodded, "This is too unimaginable, you actually want to eat human flesh?"

"Hey, I'm a wolf, and wolves naturally eat meat. Human flesh is also my favorite." Sean didn't care. He looked at his companion's reaction and was very satisfied with his reaction, thinking it was A kind of recognition for yourself, the wolf, is to be fierce, that is to make others afraid of themselves, "Sit down, I will go shopping nearby."

Sean finished speaking and opened the door of the church to get out.

Pease stood up and said, "Sean, don't go out. Mikel will be angry if he knows."

Sean froze for a moment. Obviously, although he seemed to disdain Mikel, from the bottom of his heart, he was still afraid of the guy who was always calm and calm.

But it was too embarrassing for me to come back when I heard Mikel’s name just now when I was speaking in such a high-profile manner. Sean pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand:

"Forget it, it's okay. This church is not in the county seat. Can I not let the wind through the hillside?"

Sean also ignored the persuasion of his companions, and went out.

………………

"After passing this mountain, we will soon reach the county seat." Su Bai said to the people in the carriage while driving, "Can you still walk by yourself?"

"I said, Abai, you don’t have eyes. We are all injured like this. It is estimated that we will not be able to walk on the ground in a few days. The monk and I are okay. This guy in Gyatso is probably really thorough. Paralyzed."

Su Bai nodded, but instead of taking the fat man's words, he said directly to the monk:

"Should we take a break in this county town or go directly to the demon lair?"

The monk thought for a while and suggested: "It's better to stop for a while. The danger we encounter will not be avoided because we are fast. At this point, we must have confidence in the terrorist broadcast. We have not delayed much before. Time went straight to Fulong Mountain. Although we were all seriously injured in the end, it was a one-month period and a few days were not used up. So, we simply set aside some days to do the most basic recovery. Since we are in the county, the distance The demon den is less than a day away, too late."

As the monk analyzed in the car before, everyone picked up the baby from Fulong Mountain this time, and the final result was an unimaginable weirdness. This weirdness may lead to a terrifying broadcast on the plot. Carry out a kind of regulation. For example, if this wave of waves is not taken for granted, then it is estimated that terrorist broadcasting will be arranged for another*. This is also a behavioral habit of terrorist broadcasting.

During the process of horror broadcasting constantly playing with the audience as fun, smart listeners also began to understand some habits of horror broadcasting, or more precisely,

It's character.

"It smells so good, Su Bai, what is it?" The fat man sniffed his nose and asked.

"There is a group of beggars cooking in front. It looks like they are called chickens." Su Bai looked at it from a distance. Those beggars were indeed making chickens. After washing the chickens, they stuffed some fruit or meat. Candied fruit, wrapped in lotus leaves and buried in the pit of fire.

This way of eating is the way of eating beggars in ancient times, but in later modern society, beggars are also a popular delicacy in many places.

"Come here, Su Bai." The fat man was already greedy. "Come here, Gyatso and Monk need to eat meat to help their bodies."

Su Bai glanced at the fat man, clapped his hands, put the little guy in the carriage, and let the monk take care of him temporarily, then touched the fake braid on his head and got out of the carriage.

Fake braids were obtained by Lin Zhenying when Su Bai and others went to catch zombies with Lin Zhenying for the first time. The monk and Gyatso are monks, so they don’t need it, but Fatty and Su Bai need to wear them. He concealed it, otherwise there would be a lot of unnecessary trouble if he encountered officials on the road.

Su Bai planned to spend silver to buy a chicken, and walked straight over, but at this moment, on the opposite side, a westerner came on the opposite side~IndoMTL.com~The westerner was wearing priest's clothes, but it didn't fit well. , And Su Bai has never seen the image of a bald-headed priest in this period with a fierce face. How did this image gain the favor of the locals to preach?

Xian, who came out to stroll around, also smelled the fragrance, and walked here with the same idea as Su Bai. When he and Su Bai met, both of them were in a moment of stunnedness. This may be the sixth sense. Well, both sides have experienced an unusual breath from each other.

"The son is not talking about his strange powers. Today, Su hasn't fortuned it when he went out, but he unexpectedly encountered such dirty goods on the road. It really stained Su's eyes, and it stained Su's eyes. It is really unfortunate for the family. "Speaking, Su Bai shook his head exaggeratedly.

"Heh, a poor scholar." Sean didn't understand what Su Bai said, but he could feel the obvious mellow tone. The slight suspicion before was temporarily left behind, but instead Su Bai walked to the beggars.

Waiting for a few more steps, Sean suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately turned around, but saw that the poor scholar was already sticking behind him, and smiling at himself, a sharp dagger was here. In a short moment, he pierced his waist.

"wtf......" (To be continued.)