Chapter 575 Zombies Come Out!

Su Bai stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck. The wound there had not yet completely healed. In fact, at this time, Su Bai had basically understood the position of World Broadcasting for him in this story.

have to,

Don't you want to come in and save people?

I won’t stop you either,

Please save me,

You have the ability to blow up everything that appears here. Don't let them go through that line. If you can't, it means you have killed the people you want to save.

You choose……

broadcast,

This is probably the routine and meaning. I have to say that Su Bai also admires the arrangement of the broadcast. If he was not a participant but a bystander, he would be sitting with a cup of coffee at this time, watching with interest. Let's put on a show.

The struggle of human nature, the tearing of self-interest and benefit of others, the breakdown of self and others, various plots and elements can often penetrate deep into the hearts of the audience.

Only broadcasting can continue to go to extremes and innovate in pursuit of the so-called storytelling. It has even become a disease. But because it is broadcasting, no matter how crazy it is, no matter how crazy it is, does not matter.

Moreover, there is one more thing. Su Bai knows that the zombies and vampires that have appeared before must be related to him. He will count on his fingers. Next, what will happen in the remaining five rooms? Will ice pimples appear? Gunner? The guy with blood lines all over his body? The guy with dragon scales?

You are the goalkeeper. You have the right to decide. If you let go, you will be fine. But the difficulty Xun'er faces will increase because of this. If you don't let go, you will have to fight one by one!

Own,

How many can we fight to the death?

Do you really want to risk your own life and fight for others?

Su Bai took a deep breath and rubbed his face subconsciously with both hands. At this time, it was difficult for Su Bai to make up his mind. It was really difficult. He would give up his life for Xun'er's life.

Su Bai was not that stupid, nor was he that innocent, but just letting Xun'er die like this made Su Bai feel uncomfortable.

"Forget it, just do your best and listen to fate."

Su Bai could only comfort himself with this kind of snake oil. At this time, it seemed that only this negative attitude was most suitable for him.

………………

The old man who drove the corpse returned to the room, picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of rice wine, and took a sip slowly.

"hiss……"

Smash it, smash it, drink it, the home-brewed wine tastes interesting.

As soon as the old man turned around, he swept the corner of his robe on the table and knocked the wine bottle down. The old man quickly squatted down to catch it and grabbed the wine bottle, but his foot slipped and he stumbled, falling down. Even when he fell, the old man still held the wine bottle and didn't let go. It was just a fall anyway, so the wine couldn't be spilled. He had to rely on it to relieve his loneliness on the way back and forth.

"boom!"

However, the old man did not expect that when he fell, before he could even hit the ground, the back of his head, the most vulnerable part, hit the cornice at the corner of the dressing table.

For a moment, the old man's body twitched with pain, and the preparations he had made to protect his important parts when he fell suddenly lost all control.

"clang!"

The old man's head fell firmly on the hard floor tiles, and the wine bottle held in his hands also spilled out;

The old man was lying on the ground, motionless. From the back of his head, a gush of blood began to spread. Soon, there was a smell of blood in the whole room, and the old man himself completely lost his life.

The King of Hell told you to die at the third watch, how could he keep you until the fifth watch?

What's more, the existence that really needs you to die is countless times more terrifying than the King of Hell.

"Case..."

"Case..."

"Case..."

When the old man of the corpse exorcist died, the thirteen corpses that had been sitting peacefully outside began to shake slightly. It was just because there were still talisman stickers on their foreheads, so the general restlessness was not obvious, but just Like the originally stable triangle, one corner is now missing, and the surrounding temperature has slowly dropped.

…………

There are several side rooms on the first floor. The best rooms are the seven rooms upstairs and the room downstairs where the old shopkeeper used to live. However, because the exorcists came and the second floor was occupied, in order not to neglect himself, The biggest financial backer, the old innkeeper, gave the old man the room he originally lived in to stay tonight.

And tonight, the old shopkeeper lives in a side room with his aunt-in-law.

"Damn ghost, why are you in the mood tonight? Do you think you are sick? There are corpses sitting outside, and you are excited. You just want to mess with me. I usually smash it for you when I want it. How long have you been doing? I can’t even get hard.”

The nearly forty-year-old old shopkeeper's wife is the successor of the old shopkeeper. At this time, facing the old shopkeeper who is over fifty years old, she is a little dissatisfied, but also somewhat helpless. Although she is usually a fierce person, she also knows how to enjoy and She was lazy, but she knew that her men could tolerate this, as long as she did her job well.

However, it’s a pity that I don’t know if it’s because of the land I own or if there’s something wrong with the man’s seed. Anyway, after marrying him for more than ten years, I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. This makes the old shopkeeper’s wife feel a little worried about the old shopkeeper. Guilty, fortunately, the old shopkeeper had a child with his ex before, and now he is working as a clerk in a government office in the mainland, which can be regarded as a good job. But since I can't give birth to a child for him, at least when he wants, I have to do my best. Serve.

The old shopkeeper eagerly took off the old shopkeeper's wife's lower body clothes, touched them with her hands, then spat on her hands to lubricate them and went in.

The old shopkeeper felt very excited when he thought of thirteen corpses sitting outside the door. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Perhaps it was because of his own problem that he refused his son's offer to take him to the mainland for retirement. He,

I want to be alive and active again, and I want to be a fucking man again!

"Huhu..."

The old shopkeeper feels comfortable.

But the old shopkeeper's wife has just entered the state.

"Damn ghost, it's over?"

The old shopkeeper's wife patted the man on the shoulder and said dissatisfiedly, "I told you not to do it, but you have to do it. It makes me feel uncomfortable when I can't get up or down!"

The old shopkeeper was also a little embarrassed. After all, it was his fault that he failed to satisfy his wife. He could only look at her and said, "Can I help you with my hands?"

"Okay, bring me the candlestick, the candle wrapped in oil paper."

"Use that one?" The old shopkeeper was a little surprised.

"Nonsense, do you believe I can suck up the soil from the ground for you when I squat down now? How big are your fingers?"

The old shopkeeper had no choice but to fetch the candles piled in the corner of the room.

"Here, I'll give you three. You can get them yourself."

After saying that, the old shopkeeper was also a little angry. He sat on the chair next to him and picked up the hookah and lit it.

After about a quarter of an hour, the old shopkeeper finally felt comfortable.

"Finally, I'm relieved. You bastard, you do this every time, making people unable to get up or down. It's annoying. I didn't want it at first, but it turns out that I want it all the time when you do it. Put this back."

The old shopkeeper threw the three wet candles off the bed.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door,

"The shopkeeper's."

It's the waiter in the inn.

"What's the matter, you bastard?" The old shopkeeper was not in a good mood now and couldn't help but vent his anger on the waiter.

"The candles outside are almost burning out. I want to come in and get some candles to put on the candlesticks for worship." The waiter explained.

This side room rarely has people staying in it. Most guests will be assigned to a better room on the second floor, so this room is usually used to store some things, such as paper money or candles. 1 For this inn, it is a must An indispensable thing, after all, the corpse chasers who come and go do the most business.

The old shopkeeper suppressed his unhappiness and glanced at the three wet candles that had just been thrown under the bed by his mother-in-law. He immediately stood up, picked up the three candles, walked to the door, opened the door, and threw the candles in the waiter's hand. In arms.

"Why, why is it still wet?" The waiter felt the slippery outside of the candle.

"It's a little damp, go and order it quickly." The boss closed the door directly.

The waiter nodded in confusion, and immediately went to replace all the nearly burned out candles on the three tables. There was still a dead man sitting alone at the square table. The waiter thought for a while and realized that he actually had too few candles. Just one, forget it. There is only one dead person on this table anyway, so I won’t order it.

"Ah, I feel so sleepy."

The waiter yawned and went back to his room to sleep.

As the smoke from the burning candle rises,

A stench and sao smell began to spread out,

The twelve zombies on the three tables began to shake at this time. Their hands that were originally placed tightly on their knees slowly exerted force at this time, obviously suffering from a kind of anger!

Because they feel they have been humiliated!

This kind of humiliation made their resentment as dead people begin to intensify!

If the corpse chasers were still alive at this time, they would naturally be able to come out immediately to suppress them, but now that the corpse chasers themselves are dead, naturally no one will care about them.

"call……"

The talisman on the forehead of a zombie suddenly flew away, and he stood up straight. Immediately afterwards, the talisman on the foreheads of the other zombies also blew away one by one, and they all stood up.

The only zombie left was sitting at a table by himself, still sitting quietly.

These zombies began to jump up and patrol around the lobby, bumping into tables and chairs from time to time.

"What are you doing, making a noise in the middle of the night?"

The old shopkeeper had just fallen asleep and thought the waiter was outside, so he got out of bed wearing a coat and walked over to the room and opened the door.

A cyan zombie face immediately appeared in front of the boss.

The boss opened his mouth, but before he could make any sound, the zombie's hands had already pierced his chest.