Chapter 213 Come on, Evolve!

The moment the mask stuck to his face, Su Bai felt that he had forgotten all the pain on his body, and his whole person suddenly became extremely... calm. It seemed that the frequency of every breath he took was perfectly captured by him. arrive.

He slowly stood up. This body, to him now, felt more like a restraint on his soul. At this time, he even wanted to peel off his own skin and cut his own flesh and blood. Break your own bones and free yourself.

This is something that is difficult to describe in words, because after putting on the mask, what rose up in Su Bai's heart was not contempt for the things around him, but contempt for himself.

Always felt,

It would not be a pity to lose this body, but it would be better to destroy it.

It was this emotion that invisibly separated Su Bai's consciousness from this body. He no longer felt his pain or joy.

only left with,

Kill!

When Su Bai walked, he limped, but walked very firmly. Blood kept flowing on his body, and his skin was constantly changing. This was because the vampire blood was repairing Su Bai's body, but maybe it was because the injury was too severe. The reason is heavy, so it is very slow. Of course, the most important reason should be that I need blood, fresh blood.

With raw materials, some blood,

Vampire bloodline can truly bring out its own characteristics.

Sun Zang was completely out of strength at this time. He tried his best to lift the long bow again, but he kept failing. His left arm was even broken. It was not because he had strength but because he couldn't lift the long bow even if he had strength. His arms pulled the long bow out of the arc again.

Su Bai kept approaching, maintaining a constant speed. Although he was limping, it brought even greater pressure.

Maybe this has something to do with personality.

There is a kind of person who is not afraid to enter the story world, which is similar to Su Bai. If he is not summoned by the horror broadcast for a long time to enter the story world to relax his muscles and bones, he will panic and feel unbearably itchy.

Therefore, finally meeting an audience member that he can kill in the real world is just like a pervert who has a certain level of lust for women and suddenly sees a beautiful woman stripping off her clothes and standing dancing in front of him.

"No room for negotiation?"

Sun Zang said weakly.

This didn't even kill Su Bai. Sun Zang had given up completely. In fact, Sun Zang didn't complain much in his heart. He just felt very aggrieved. Yes, very aggrieved. If it weren't for the damn rules of horror broadcasting, In the real world of the story, how could the man in front of him beat the three of him like this!

In other words, if the three of them had shown an aura that they would rather live in pieces than in ruins from the beginning, and showed a determination to advance and retreat together even if they completely violated the rules of terrorist broadcasting, maybe the person in front of them would be He won't be so arrogant anymore.

Zhao Yawen will not die, and she will not be reduced to this situation.

Su Bai staggered over. Facing Sun Zang's words, Su Bai just shook his head slightly, and then nodded again.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Sun Zang's eyes. Most people still have a great fear of death.

However, at this time, Sun Zang seemed to have forgotten how Su Bai killed Zhao Yawen before.

perhaps,

For a mentally ill person like Su Bai, killing is indeed a kind of pleasure, so much so that an art has been derived. How to kill can maximize this pleasure.

For example, eating itself is a kind of pleasure, and delicious food, with all its color, aroma and taste, magnifies the pleasure of food to a greater extent.

Su Bai, who puts on the mask, has become a machine controlled by his own negative emotions. Of course, this is what Su Bai likes.

"There's something I want to talk to you about."

Su Bai said, his voice a little weak and a little tired. In fact, Su Bai was also seriously injured, but he was better than Sun Zang. Moreover, Su Bai could still shoot.

Sometimes, it is indeed more convenient to simply pull the trigger than to draw an arrow. This was illustrated by the charge of the Senggelinqin cavalry against the gun array of the British and French forces during the Qing Dynasty.

"Say, you say." Sun Zang pursed his chapped lips, looking very eager. He could talk, speak, and bargain. It was no problem. He even gave Su Bai the remaining story points to exchange for something. There is no problem at all. As long as you are still alive, as long as you can continue to live, this is the foundation, this is the must, this is the final bottom line, the bottom line is still there, everything can be discussed.

"What did you shout when you shot that arrow just now?" Su Bai asked.

"What?" Sun Zang was confused. He didn't know why Su Bai was asking this.

"Do you know... Japanese?"

Sun Zang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I just felt that those words sounded good when I shouted them to suit my skills, so I kept shouting them with these words."

"Oh, then you shouted wrong. What you just shouted probably meant to strike me with a sword. It was a sword from a long sword, not an arrow from an archery."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Bai had already raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Sun Zang's chest.

Sun Zang was almost petrified, and with his last mosquito-like voice, full of disbelief, he asked:

"You just want to talk about...this?"

"Yes." Su Bai nodded seriously.

Then,

"boom!"

Gunshots were fired.

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Every society has its own class. Human society or group society is composed of one class after another. In those fiery red years, there were many ancestors with lofty dreams who wanted to break this class system. Establish a free society where everyone is equal, but decades of reality have completely shattered this illusion, or in other words, the dream has always been so plump, but the reality has always been so skinny.

For example, the hospital where Su Bai lives now is not open to the public and only accepts special patients. Those who can be treated here are people with extraordinary status.

Su Bai's assets are being handed over and transferred. Su Bai did not say that he would donate his share to the Hope Project, because in Su Bai's view, donating money to those so-called institutions is a greater sin. Bai's idea is actually very simple. Divide his equity and assets in his name if they can, and transfer them if they can, so as not to affect the continued operation of the group originally established by his parents.

It was Xun'er who used his connections to arrange for Su Bai to be admitted to this hospital.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and Xun'er was sitting beside Su Bai's hospital bed, peeling apples for Su Bai, while Chu Zhao was sitting on a chair, a little listless.

After a while, Su Bai stretched slightly. The injuries on his body were actually not bad. He could just nurse him for a while. Moreover, during this period, the hospital would continue to give Su Bai blood transfusions at Xun'er's request. Fresh blood is injected into the body every day, and it is difficult for Su Bai not to recover early. Moreover, because of the special nature of this hospital, there are no restrictions on some medical procedures like those in other hospitals.

"Have you got everything?" Su Bai asked.

Xun'er brought the peeled apple slices to Su Bai's mouth. Su Bai smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat it.

At this time, Chu Zhaolai became more energetic. He took out a bag next to him and placed it on Su Bai's hospital bed. At the same time, he took out the contents one by one.

A purple awl, a long bow, some arrows, and other bits and pieces.

The purple awl should belong to Zhao Yawen, and the long bow should naturally belong to Sun Zang.

"You guys should split up." Su Bai said.

Xun'er was a little surprised and said: "How embarrassing is this."

Chu Zhao also shook his head, "How can we have the nerve to just take the loot you worked so hard to get?"

"Just think of it as something you owe me." Su Bai said nonchalantly. In fact, he didn't value these things very much. What he valued more was the sensory experience when chasing and killing those people. To put it more artistically, Su Bai valued this process more. , instead of this result.

Of course, there is another very important reason. Su Bai called Chu Zhao and Xun'er or shared their location, asking them to be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield. Since they were involved, based on their relationship with Su Bai , if they return empty-handed, the relationship between the three of them will be completely broken. After all, Chu Zhao and Xun'er are still just experiencers. It is when they need magic weapons and weapons the most, and they also have the most urgent desire. When strength protects oneself.

Su Bai knew clearly that he, Chu Zhao, and Xun'er were a little different from him and Fatty Monk. There was affection between the three of them. Sometimes affection was worthless, but sometimes affection was worthless. Very valuable.

Xun'er and Chu Zhao looked at each other, Xun'er put away the purple awl, and Chu Zhao put away the long bow.

Neither of them said thank you, because saying thank you at this time was a bit too perfunctory.

"I usually practice more, even if it's an experience mission, it's not impossible to get story points." Su Bai reminded, and then he shrank into the bed, "I'm tired."

Xun'er and Chu Zhao understood and both left the ward, but they did not leave, but stayed in the nursing room next door.

Su Bai closed his eyes and felt that the situation in his body had basically stabilized. Then he reached out and took out a small bottle from the drawer of the bedside table. He twisted the small bottle open and aimed the bottle mouth at the center of his eyebrows.

The nails first scratched the center of his eyebrows, leaving a trail of blood. Then, the drop of blood in the small bottle also dripped down.

It just happened to be where the wound was.

bring it on,

evolution!