Chapter 927 Saburo Uchimura

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You should come back when you're done. You're actually traveling everywhere."

The fat man's voice sounded very harsh on the phone. Of course, it was also because there was the sound of bulldozers, so the fat man had to shout at the top of his lungs when he called.

The construction of the small temple seems to have begun.

"I'm better than you." Su Bai replied.

"You are really free. We don't have much time left. Two years, maybe less than two years. At this time, you don't want to calm down and make a breakthrough. You are still running around!"

"I'm better than you."

"Why did you let that woman come here, just to cook for us? Damn it, I knew that the police officer named Chu died in an accident. You were worried that she would have an accident if she continued alone, so you brought her here, but Our place is a temple, do you want to change it into a nunnery?"

"I'm better than you."

"………………"

The fat man was silent for a long time before he had to give up and said calmly, "Can you change it to something else?"

"Her flight will arrive in Chengdu tomorrow morning. You are responsible for picking her up."

"..." Fatty took a deep breath, obviously preparing for a bigger roar, "Dabai, do you feel that you have a little..."

"Dudududu..."

Su Bai hung up the phone.

It was Su Bai's suggestion to ask Xun'er to go to Sichuan, but Xun'er didn't seem to intend to live there permanently. She said she would go and see the place where the little guy was staying and then come back. Death sooner or later would be death anyway, so there was no need to let him go again. I continue to be restrained. Since it is the last period of my life, I can take off my burdens and experience some wonderful things that I have never experienced before.

Some characteristics of a person can only be stimulated in a specific environment, such as Xun'er. She used to be considered a woman, but she was far from being so calm and calm. However, Su Bai felt that she might be completely desperate. That’s why I was completely liberated.

As for myself, Fatty and the others, it was because of the little remaining hope that they had to struggle and not let go.

Putting the phone back in his pocket, Su Bai leaned his head against the bus window. Yes, Su Bai chose to take the bus to Longhu Mountain and then go to find the village. Although he knew the approximate location, he still needed to explore a bit. Only then could he be really sure. After all, mental strength was one of Su Bai's weaknesses, so naturally he couldn't be completely accurate.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Su Bai came to Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi Province this time, saying that he was here to avenge Chu Zhao, but in fact he was not that urgent, and even wanted to go on an outing with the little guy who was robbed. That night was nothing like the anger or the hysteria.

Su Bai felt that he should be sadder, but after trying it, he still felt that it should not be difficult for him.

Blood Corpse is gone, Fugui is gone, and Chu Zhao is gone. In fact, I have learned to be relieved and accept some things a long time ago. The only thing that makes me a little confused is when will my parents let me experience "whiteness"? The joy of giving gifts to people with black hair?

Through the perspective of the paper man, Su Bai was a little surprised that he actually met his college roommate again. Su Bai remembered that he was shot to death by himself. Because the broadcast eliminated the impact, Liu He was determined to have a heart attack. The illness suddenly occurred, but he was not dead yet, or rather not completely dead.

A young man who changed his name and came out of that mysterious village to go to college and wanted to experience it. Because he suffered the blow of so-called love and low self-esteem, he used his own means to kill people and take revenge in extremely cruel ways. The story is indeed It's a bit old-fashioned, but now, doing these things as someone other than an audience member is quite novel.

The bus drove very fast, and there were not many cars on the road. Soon, at a service station before reaching Longhu Mountain, the driver parked the bus so everyone could go to eat or use the toilet.

Su Bai did not get off the bus and took a nap while sitting on the bus. The afternoon sun was not so strong and it shone lazily on his body, which was very enjoyable.

At this moment, a kind of whistle sounded, playing in a very ups and downs. Su Bai didn't recognize what the music was. Although it had a bit of the classical charm of oriental music, it was also filled with a feeling of vastness and helplessness. , as if there is no place for him in the whole world.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting actually have the function of expressing people's inner moods, and this piece of music has the power to touch people's hearts, which has a lot to do with the performer's skills and emotional investment.

Su Bai looked sideways out of the car window and found that about thirty meters away from here, there was a man in a red robe sitting there playing an instrument similar to Xiao, but it should not be Xiao, like Instruments that I modified.

In front of the man, there was a smaller person sitting there, also wearing a red robe, looking like a monkey and a child.

In fact, Su Bai knew clearly that the little man was neither a monkey nor a child, but the corpse of his ancestor, and that man's clothes and performing arts posture should be that of a Mohican.

The Mohicans worship their ancestors, so like the Egyptians, they like to make mummies of their ancestors and take them with them. The Mohicans originally belonged to a branch of North American Indians, but later when white people set foot on North American soil, they treated the indigenous Indians The massacre was carried out. At that time, whether soldiers, cowboys or even priests, they were proud to hunt Indians.

A while ago, the Mohicans attracted attention because of the movie "The Last of the Mohicans". Of course, the most well-known is the battle between Beckham and Balotelli at the 2000 European Cup and the 2012 European Cup. Mohawk hair style, and this ethnic group is actually almost extinct, both culturally and genetically.

Many tourists had gathered around the performer, and many people even came up to put money in front of him. Su Bai shook his head. The clothes and musical instruments on the performer were all valuable. Although the man's skin was a bit dark, Su Bai shook his head. , but it’s hard to tell if he’s not a Mohican. He’s more like a performance artist who experiences life.

Suddenly, the music suddenly became clear, and Su Bai's eyes froze for a moment. The Mohican who was playing also looked towards the bus where Su Bai was sitting. Su Bai could see that the other person was connected to the bus. That meaningful smile.

The other party actually hid it so deeply, and he actually missed it just now.

Su Bai was frightened but not panicked. After all, there were not many things in this world that could truly threaten him.

The other party slowly stood up, and the tune of the song suddenly changed at this time. At this time, ordinary people in the service station fell to the ground and fell into a drowsy state. At this time, the other party also walked towards Su Bai. That ancestor The mummy made of corpses also floated up and followed along.

Su Bai lightly knocked on the bus window, and the glass on this side of the bus shattered instantly. Then, Su Bai jumped off the bus, holding his hands and watching the other person approaching him step by step.

"I really didn't expect that I could meet a high-level audience here." The other person spoke Chinese fluently and had a special accent.

"Japanese?" Su Bai asked.

"Yes, I'm here, Saburouchi Murasaka, please give me your advice."

The other party took Chang Xiao and bowed to Su Bai.

Su Bai didn't say anything. Is it possible that a senior audience member from Japan happened to be experiencing life by performing performance art on his way to Longhu Mountain?

Do you really think that high-end listeners are like cabbages on the roadside?

"What's the matter?" Su Bai asked.

"That village, please be merciful." The other party said with a relieved smile, "Fortunately, you are not very murderous, so you gave me a chance to come and make peace. My ancestor accompanied Jian Zhen to Japan when he crossed east. , has been spreading in Japan for many generations. This village is actually the ancestral line of my family.

Therefore, please forgive them!

I am willing to pay a certain price for this. I just ask you to let this village continue to exist peacefully. They are actually very low-key. "

"A friend of mine died." Su Bai said.

"I deeply regret this, but you should also realize that the recent broadcasts have increased our attraction to those abnormal creatures, which is why this unpleasant thing happened. If I am not wrong, That friend of yours should also be a listener, right?"

"A friend of mine died." Su Bai continued to repeat, but just now he and Fatty could only be regarded as teasing between friends, but this time, the anger and impatience increased with each repetition.

"I'm extremely sorry, but I can see that you don't have serious murderous intentions, so I hope you can be magnanimous for once. In our capacity, there is really no need to argue with them, right?"

Su Bai sighed, smiled, and said: "Actually, I didn't really plan to massacre the village. I was also hesitant."

When Saburo Uchimura heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

"But you suddenly came out and started making nonsense, which makes me really want to completely wipe out that village. What should I do?" Su Bai shrugged, saying that everything was your fault.

"Baga!" Saburo Uchimura's face had lost all the previous flattery and flattery.

"Wouldn't it be enough if you did this earlier? What nonsense are you playing? It's a waste of time."

Su Bai pinched his wrist. That village relied on human blood to sustain the lives of the people who should have died in the village, allowing them to turn into paper figures and continue to survive. The paper figures who killed Chu Zhao were just arranged by them to go out secretly. It's just a tool for killing people to obtain the source of blood and souls.

If it hadn't been for Chu Zhao's incident, Su Bai might not have come here specifically to do justice for Heaven, but this time, it was all a cancer anyway, and if it was wiped out in one fell swoop, Su Bai wouldn't feel the slightest pang in his heart.

"Sir..." The mummy in front of Saburo Uchimura floated in front of him, "There may be one thing you don't know, that is, after reaching the advanced audience level, our Japanese audience is more eager for quick success than you. Chinese audiences have more advantages.”

"Oh? I'll wait and see." Su Bai licked his tongue between his lips and said, "Besides, I'm more curious about your real purpose of preserving that village."

Let Su Bai believe that the senior audience member from Japan in front of him came to be a lobbyist out of kinship and make Su Bai believe that Japan's war of aggression against China was really to establish the concept of a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere.