Chapter 302 Good Luck and that Painting

In fact, from the perspective of specific behaviors, Fang Wenhai did not take any wrong steps or make any truly wrong choices. Similarly, Su Bai and the other four did not do anything too correct. Most of them are just showing off each other's tricks, watching each other step by step;

Perhaps, what ultimately determines this result is a bit of luck, but in any accidental event, there is actually some real inevitability.

God's way is reincarnation, let's see who spares whom. This is just a sentence used to suit the situation, because Fang Wenhai is definitely not clean. The family's miserable experience and performance have clearly explained his sins, paranoia and selfishness, but Su Among the four white people, which one has an absolutely clean butt?

They are not good people, so there is no such thing as retribution. If we want to talk about retribution, there are very few people in the audience who have never done anything harmful to nature. I cannot say that there are absolutely none, but they are definitely rare.

To put it simply, this is a dog-eating-dog battle. Whoever can hold on longer and whoever can finally let go will win.

Su Bai and Fatty don't think that they are the ones who represent the moon to destroy you and do justice for heaven, so naturally they don't expect much God's favor.

At present, Fang Wenhai's soul is constantly being attacked by the three fat men. Now he is really bullied by dogs, and is even about to be killed by dogs.

Finally, before Fang Wenhai faced Fatty's bloody sword again, his soul wavered and sent a message for help.

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When the final result was about to be announced, Liang Sen was already ready to turn around and go back to the company on the ground. After all, he was still very busy. After all, he still had a lot of things to do. He had already prepared for Fang Wenhai's Peach Blossom Land from the very beginning. He was moved to the point of being impatient and suffered for two years. Now, he no longer wants to mediate in this matter, nor is he too lazy to mediate.

Xie Zhen walked behind Liang Sen and felt the soul message transmitted from the distant house. Xie Zhen smiled and said: "He knows we are coming."

Liang Sen nodded and continued walking forward. In front of him was the subway station.

"Did you really do nothing?" Xie Zhen asked again.

"I won't interfere if I say I won't." Liang Sen reached out and touched his pocket, "I didn't bring any change, did you bring it?"

"I do." Xie Zhen replied, "From a profit perspective, saving Fang Wenhai now means that he owes you a big favor. A favor that exists at the same level should be very valuable."

Liang Sen looked at the time on his watch and said calmly: "If I really take action, I won't help him. I will directly kill him and let him die faster."

"For the inexplicable emotion you felt two years ago?"

"Huh? What do you think?" Liang Sen and He Zhen were already standing on the elevator together, and followed the elevator down to the subway entrance. "Besides, a man who can even kill his own wife, daughter and son and use it to torture practitioners Man, I really don’t dare to ask for his favor. What if he wants to cultivate a state of mind next time and finds that his relatives are all dead, so he simply kills his savior and benefactor and continues to hone himself? "

"Yes." Xie Zhen took out the change from his pocket and walked to the front to buy a subway ticket.

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"receive!"

As Gyatso and the monk struck and penetrated again and again, the black shadow condensed by Fang Wenhai was weakened to an extremely weak point. The monk shouted again, and the golden net closed in, completely imprisoning it. .

A powerful soul, even if he is weak, is still extremely valuable. Whether in the real world or in the story world, it is something difficult to obtain. However, the monk did not hesitate at all. After nodding to the fat man, he waited for the fat man to Suppressing his blush, he once again attracted a thunderbolt. Under the monk's restraint with the Buddhist net, amid the roar, he watched the last black shadow turn into a wisp of smoke and completely dissipate.

The monk and the fat man are not uninterested in Fang Wenhai's soul, but they know better that it is not only a huge temptation, but also a terrible bomb. There are many ways to use and transform this soul, but God knows what Fang Wenhai will do next. When will you enter the story world? It may be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even the next second.

According to the rules of horror broadcasting, when the listener enters and exits the broadcast, it will help repair the body. Once Fang Wenhai is finally summoned into the story world by the horror broadcast, he will be at his peak when he comes out. This is for Fatty and others. From a human perspective, it is like spending a lot of effort and time to play a game until the big boss at the end of the level has only one drop of blood left, and accidentally exits the game without saving. I wonder if I can get here again next time I start over. It's really hard to say.

The fat man walked unsteadily in front of Su Bai. At this time, among the four people, Su Bai was probably the most seriously injured, but the others were not feeling well either.

"He passed out." The monk came over and said. Then, the monk looked at the house behind him. There must be many secrets hidden in this house now, and the most important thing is that it has no owner.

"Then let's send Dabai back first. Someone has to be responsible." Fatty reminded.

"Come on, poor monk." The monk directly took on this matter. In fact, everyone knew that only by staying to search could they maximize their own interests. Although the four of them would definitely share the loot they found, at the beginning of the search People will not really do anything to hide their secrets, but it will always be very convenient.

The monk is the most worried among the four people, so he also knows that whether he asks Gyatso or Fatty to take Su Bai back, they will not rest assured because he is here, so he might as well take Su Bai back by himself. Let's talk about it after Bai goes back and settles down.

Obviously, Monk is aware of his impression on his teammates.

The fat man didn't shirk or be polite. Gyatso just nodded, and then he and the fat man found a piece of grass that was almost flat and started to meditate. Although this house has no owner now, it can't be said to be peaceful. There are also people inside. Some accidents may happen, so it is the wisest choice to let yourself take a few breaths to recover after the battle before going in to search. Anyway, it should be your own things, and they are still in there, and you won't run away with long legs. .

The monk carried Su Bai on his back and was about to walk out of the house when the fat man who had already sat cross-legged suddenly asked: "He blew his own bloodline. Can he still recover?"

"Fang Wenhai was in his body at the time and had no time to leave, so Fang Wenhai used his own power to remove most of the destructive power. Therefore, Su Bai is only seriously injured now, and his bloodline is only damaged and weak. These injuries are indeed serious, but The next time he enters the story world, he should be able to recover by relying on the rules of the horror broadcast. However, the damaged horror broadcast of the bloodline will not be affected. He had injuries on the bloodline before, and now he has been injured on top of the injury."

The fat man nodded thoughtfully and said, "Be careful on the road."

The monk put his hands together and walked out of the house with Su Bai on his back.

Gyatso, who was meditating next to the fat man, waited for the monk to leave the room and said, "Why are you asking?"

"It's okay. Su Bai is also interesting. Others are getting stronger step by step. He just makes himself useless by messing around again and again." The fat man sighed, "Forget it, recover as soon as possible. An extra 10% is a 10%, two In an hour, we will go to the house together."

"Are you worried that Xiaolin is still alive?"

"If he were still alive now, I would sympathize with him, because this is a life worse than death."

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In the evening, the monk stood at the door of the detective agency with Su Bai on his back, stretched out his hand and knocked gently on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a black cat stood in front of the door.

"Meow."

Jixiang looked at Su Bai on the monk's shoulder mountain, then at the monk, showing a very helpless expression. Obviously, Jixiang was really fed up with the fact that Su Bai had injured himself again. You It's just an injury. Why did you come back? I wonder if your son would be worried if he saw it? If he is unhappy, he will feel bad too.

Leaning Su Bai against the door, the monk slowly left here under the gaze of Jixiang. Obviously, Jixiang did not want to enter the house by himself, so the monk naturally did not force him and left simply.

After the door was closed, Jixiang stretched out its claws and dragged Su Bai to the carpet in the living room. It did not take Su Bai back to the bed in the bedroom because the little guy was tired from playing with blocks on the bed. He fell asleep. It was the time when the little guy was growing and needed enough sleep. Jixiang valued this very much.

Perhaps, it was also because Su Bai was only seriously injured this time and there was no life crisis, so the little guy couldn't sense it and could continue to sleep soundly. Ji Xiang remembered that the last time Su Bai was really about to die, the little guy was so anxious. It was incredible, and in the end, he simulated the smell of lychee in London and saved Su Bai.

Jixiang walked around Su Bai who was unconscious on the carpet for several times. The cat's paw even placed its paw on Su Bai's face and pressed it. It was a bit like an angry accusation, which meant that it meant that you could live in peace. Every time he gets into trouble he comes back and gets himself seriously injured.

Su Bai was indeed a little weak at this time. The monks said that unless he encountered a truly strong person who was willing to take action from such an injury, Su Bai would have to lie in bed and wait for the next story world to come before he could really recover. .

Jixiang suddenly stopped walking. It looked at Su Bai and then at the carpet on one side. The cat's eyes kept turning and turning, as if hesitating and hesitating about something, but then it seemed to have made up its mind. As if, he quietly returned to the bedroom first, and soon came out again;

When he came out, Jixiang held the painting in his mouth. He walked step by step to Su Bai and put the scroll down. Jixiang squatted next to him and licked his paws and combed his hair a few times, and then finally couldn't help it. Then, he tiptoed to Su Bai's side, unfolded the scroll, and spread it directly on Su Bai's chest.

Immediately afterwards, the cat's paw lightly pressed on the scroll...