Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 486: Silver needle to seal poison
Chapter 486 Silver Needle Sealing Poison
The past belongs to the **** of death, and the future belongs to oneself.
After successfully usurping my life, my fate was firmly in my own hands. Although I was plagued by bad luck and my face was black and bloody, I felt a long-lost sense of relief.
It's hard to describe, it's like breaking through a certain boundary and seeing a wider world all of a sudden.
I agreed to the conditions of the underworld show, destroying all the three Yin sects, including their mortal foundation, the Jiang family, without leaving a single one.
Killing people pays for their lives. In this legal society, it is almost impossible to commit large-scale crimes without being discovered. Fortunately, there is no time limit in the underworld show, and I am happy to pretend to be confused. In the future, it will be delayed for more than ten years.
The most urgent task right now is to get rid of the poison in my body and recuperate my body. It is already October 31st, and there will be a new live broadcast in two days. With my physical condition, it is difficult to proceed normally.
"It's really impossible to use points to exempt one live broadcast." I checked my point balance, and the damaged Shura mask was a gift from the underworld show, and now I have more than 50 points left.
"I hope I can take good care of my body before these points run out." In fact, I still have a concern in my heart. If I don't broadcast for a long time, it will have a huge impact on the popularity of my live broadcast room, and the audience will continue to flow.
"Forget it, let's take one step at a time. As long as we are alive, there is still hope." I withdrew my thoughts and prepared to leave, but the interviewer didn't stop me. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
When I walked to the door, many thoughts flashed through my mind, I suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Are you three the same person?"
It happened so suddenly that the interviewer didn't expect it. He paused unnaturally, and then a deep voice came from under the paper mask: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"But I have already got the answer I want." I chuckled and left quickly. I had been watching the interviewer with my eyes just now. Although he was wearing a paper mask, I couldn't see his face. The specific expression, but the sudden daze has already reflected many problems, and I may have guessed the truth!
During the first interview, there were three examiners sitting at the altar table. They were almost the same body type, the only difference was that the paper masks on their faces were old and new.
When I came here for the second time, the old lady once reminded me that she appeared as a person's childhood, youth, middle age, and old age. It is very tactful to tell me that the same person has different appearances at different ages.
The most critical piece of evidence is that when Luxing destroyed the dam, after he gathered the eight-character gods to activate the millennium Fengshui bureau in Jiangcheng, I vaguely saw a person wearing a paper mask in the underground of Jiangcheng. A chain is locked.
Based on the above, I have a guess that the three interviewers are actually one person.
I can't be sure about this speculation, I'm only 30% sure, so when I was going out, I suddenly asked a question, trying to judge the correct answer based on the interviewer's reaction.
Facts have proved that my guess may be correct, because the interviewer's reaction is a bit strange, which does not match his own temperament.
I didn't dare to say anything more, and left quickly. This secret is just the tip of the iceberg for the entire underworld show, but it is also a great improvement.
"If the three interviewers are the same person, why would he do this? Is there anyone else in the show besides the interviewer and the anchor?" I was filled with countless questions. have no idea.
"It is estimated that it will be more than one o'clock in the morning. If the Sanyin Sect has not left yet, stay outside. If I run out like this, I will throw myself into a trap? Let's wait until dawn." I looked at the phone, and the battery seemed to be out. There is a problem, it cannot be opened at all.
"It's really unlucky." I touched the wall and walked out. There was no living person on the unlit road. To be on the safe side, I planned to find a dilapidated house to make do for the night.
"No. 443, No. 442..." Passing by the door of these dilapidated old houses, most of them are closed, and occasionally a few of them are open, but when I look inside, I always feel that there is something inside, With my sense of danger, it should be something scarier than ghosts.
When I walked to the first intersection of the alley, I saw a faint light.
The faint light was particularly warm in the Lane without lights, and I couldn't help walking over.
This is a white goods store, the shutter door is closed, and the light leaks from under the door.
"I seem to have been here before." Lightly knocking on the shutter door, there was the sound of a chair moving inside the room, and someone left the chair.
Not long after, the shutter door rose half a meter high, and I heard an old man's urging voice.
"Come in!"
Bending down to get into the white goods store, the shutter door was closed again soon, and I looked around by the faint light of the candles in the room.
Paper houses, spirit horses, wreaths and shrouds, and all kinds of white goods filled the room, without even a place to lay their feet.
"It's such a big commotion, you really don't know how to write dead characters." The owner of the white goods store looked at me expressionlessly, and threw the half-drawn paper man into the corner, "Just sit down."
"Thank you, old man." The old man in front of me is the paper maker who borrowed my black umbrella before. As the saying goes, once born twice, although I don't know his name until now, I can feel it from him. to a wave of goodwill.
Not being polite to the old man, I found a Mazza and made it.
"Give me your hand." The old man took my hand and felt my pulse like a doctor of Chinese medicine. The person is you?"
"Old man, can you still see these things by taking your pulse?"
"It's not easy for you to talk to me when you are about to die." The paper maker helped me to the back room, lifted the sheet, and threw the bed board on the ground: "Lie down, and I will seal it temporarily for you." Chitoshi."
"Thank you, how can I repay you?" The paper maker helped me at this time, which means that he saved my life. This is a great favor and must be repaid.
"I'm just helping you to seal the chigger virus and prevent it from spreading again. It's a small effort, and there is no need to repay it." The old man put out a wooden box from the back room, which contained a set of tools for Chinese medicine.
"How can that work?" I struggled to get up, trying to explain clearly to the paper maker, but he took out a silver needle and stuck it directly on the top of my head. The whole body is soft and soft, and no effort is needed.
"Lie down at ease, as long as you don't show up in front of me in the future, this is the best reward for me. I don't want to have anything to do with the life usurper." Soaring up and down like a silver dragon.
At first I could still feel the pain, but then it gradually became numb. In the end, not only did I not feel any discomfort, but I even felt relaxed, as if I had taken off a tights.
When the paper maker pulled out all the silver needles, I breathed out a foul breath and moved my hands and feet: "God, your old man's medical skills are really amazing."
"I haven't cleaned out the poison in your body, and most of it is sealed in your left arm." The paper maker put the silver needles on the candle and burned them one by one, and he could clearly see that the silver needles were constantly burning. A black line emerged: "It's very difficult to completely get rid of chigger poison, of course you can also cut off your left arm."
"I will definitely repay the old man's kindness in the future..."
"Don't talk, I don't know you well, don't say you know me after you go out, let alone tell others that I helped you." The paper maker looked like he was avoiding disaster: "Stand up and try, See if you can leave? If you can, leave here as soon as possible, and it is best not to come back in the future."
I saw that the old man really didn't want to get involved with me, so I hurriedly got up, and my physical condition really improved a lot.
"Thank you, old man." I solemnly bowed to the paper maker.
"Let's go quickly, I'm to blame for being troubled back then, if I didn't lend you that black umbrella, you probably wouldn't..." His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he drove me out impatiently .
"What a weird temper." I sat on the stone steps in front of the white goods store, and the old man seemed not completely unreasonable, because the candles in the room had not been extinguished, and the warm light came out from under the crack of the door .
With my back against the door, I felt drowsy as if I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, it was dawn.