Chapter 537： The death of Gyatso!

"Don't move, count!"

However, Su Bai’s voice is still a bit late, or it is not timely enough.

Gyatso’s hand has been placed on the fire suit in front of him. The other three listeners are the same. They have already taken the fire suit in front of them.

Only the monk and the fat man hesitated after the prayer, but if Su Bai shouted a few seconds later, their hands must have touched the fire service in front of them.

Gyatso's palm was attached to the fire service, and his expression suddenly smoked. When Su Bai shouted this sentence, he knew that things were big.

And the three listeners who were originally under the hands of Mu Nan were also surprised.

next moment,

Gyatso felt a tingling sensation in his eyebrows. Then, from the position of the eyebrows to the bottom of the body, a blood line appeared. Then, when Gyatso had not had time to react, the flesh on his body was so from both sides. It was cut open, leaving only the black and gold white bones standing in place.

The atmosphere of Gyatso is completely disappeared at this time!

The other three listeners were also divided into bodies. The flesh was the flesh, the bones were the bones, the organs were the organs, all split and sprinkled.

The fat man swallowed subconsciously and looked at the white bones of Gyatso on the ground. A horrified scream hit, and the fat man didn't think of Gyatso, who had known himself for so long and even spent a long time under one roof.

Just died?

Didn't even have a chance to resist?

Didn't even have a chance to shout?

The fat man felt awkward in his heart, and he was wronged for Gyatso, and he was replaced by Gyatso!

For a time, the temperature around it, like a sudden drop of a lot of land, also reflects the mentality of the three people who are still alive at this time.

The monk closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his own mood. He did not allow this kind of emotion to appear on his own body, and at such a crucial moment!

Then, the monk looked at Su Bai, lowered his voice, and asked: "Big white, there is a turn, is it?"

The fat man who was indignant in the face of the monk immediately heard the expression of the monk’s face, and immediately looked at Su Bai. "Big white, things are not like this, aren't they?"

Impossible, impossible,

Let the five seniors die so unrelentingly, even if this is a game, even if the price of the game violation is death, it is impossible to die so much.

This is not in line with the aesthetics of the broadcast! ”

Yes, the fat man finally found the problem under the reminder of the monk. The broadcast has the quirks of pursuing the story, and can even be said to be an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

All of a sudden, because of this **** rule, five senior listeners died?

This is too wasteful!

It’s not that senior listeners can’t die, but just like a bunch of fireworks, throwing them into the water is also a drain and an end. However, the normal practice should be to ignite them so that they can emit light and sound, even though the end is over. In fact, it is no different from being thrown into the water. It is turned into a pile of garbage.

Senior listeners can die, but they should die more excitingly, aren't they?

Su Bai also held the suit in his hand and pointed to the blood stains left in the chest position of the fire service.

"This is my blood."

"Is the blood you left thirty years ago?" the monk asked, blinking. "Can you extract memories from the blood? Now, if you have these blood, can you try to extract the memories from it 30 years ago?" ?"

Su Bai heard the words and shook his head. "That is a prerequisite. I can find a few drops of blood similar to the ancient vampires of Essex." Otherwise, I can't finish it. This kind of thing."

When I heard Su Bai say this, the monk showed disappointment in his eyes, but soon, the monk seemed to finally catch up with Su Bai’s thoughts, because he thought of what Su Bai said before, and counted it!

For a time, countless thoughts collided in the minds of monks. Even this monk needs some time to digest and straighten out. Plus, the monk clearly knows that there is at least a world in this story with Su Bai. A disadvantage, or can not be called a disadvantage, this is called the unequal access to information.

"Dabai, let's talk about it first." The fat man sat down, and one hand reached over and took a bone of Gyatso in his hand. The Gyatso Buddha was double-edged and the bones were like forged. It is deeply hidden in dark black and gold, giving a very indestructible feeling.

But even so, when he died before, it was so simple and simple. Until now, the fat man has not completely separated from the picture that just witnessed the death of Gyatso.

The monk spit out a sigh of relief. He sat cross-legged and looked around. Finally, his eyes fell on Su Bai’s body. "Your thirty years of radiation is not because of the skin on your shoulder, is it not? ?"

It seems that the three people's minds have not completely recovered, but there are still some shocks. Therefore, when the monk asked this sentence, he did not consciously bring a bit of aggressive posture. This kind of thing is rare in monks. Of course, Su Bai does not. Accounting is more than this, because he is now very upset.

There is no direct answer to the monk's question. Su Bai said to the fat man first: "You said that Mu Nan is an old Yin than, I believe now, can think about the true essence of all these situations in such a short period of time. Let us dug a big pit, this kind of person is really terrible."

Even this kind of person is even higher than the monk. Even the monk, the feeling of pressure and calculation for Su Bai, is not as shocking as the people of Munan.

"I have experienced a world of stories before. In that world of stories, I first came into contact with Sofia. Oh, yes, and you are fat. Do you remember the story world?"

Dense jungles and huts, winding creeks and black bosses at the convenience store at the entrance to the highway? ”

The fat man is stunned,

In the world of stories,

The fat man was originally with him. Both of them subconsciously gave up Su Bai, who was only an experiencer at the time, but the final outcome was that Su Bai gained a lot in the world of the story, and his fat man himself was Harvesting cockroaches, and one death also died in the world of the story.

In the eyes of the fat man, if you don’t die that time, the guy may be a senior.

Obviously, the monk did not know about this matter, so at this time the monk seemed to be somewhat depressed, the information acquisition was not equal, and the irritability of the monk was getting heavier and heavier. He hated this feeling and was really annoying.

But at the same time, the monk began to recite the curse of the heart in the heart. The cleverness of the wise man is actually to control himself to do the right thing at the right place at the right time.

"What do you mean, the world of this story is the same as last time?" The fat man took a deep breath and pointed to himself. "I am now in a certain cycle?" Then, the fat man pointed to Gyatso, " And Gyatso, will reappear in the next cycle, and then we collectively follow a stupidity and never remember what happened before?"

Su Bai nodded and shook his head again.

“It looks a lot like it, but it should be different.”

Yang Yang raised his hand in the fire service, Su Bai put him on, dressed up neatly, Su Bai pointed to his chest position, "I don't know how this blood is coming, but I know, if it is that simple The cycle of the earth cycle, this blood, can not appear here."

"From the point of view of the blood, you should have been attacked, and the wound is in the position of your chest." The monk said at this moment, "And you, when we first entered the world of this story, you were radiated Almost nothing left, and all of them are pustules."

"Why is this?" The fat man grabbed his hair and some could not understand it.

Su Bai looked around and put on his fire suit. Most of his body was hidden under the fire service.

"Let me, look again."

Su Bai once again walked alongside these firefighting suits, and the firefighting suits were folded and placed neatly here, and Su Bai could not flip them.

seem,

Touching a fire service that is not your own will result in terrible punishment and become the same as Gyatso.

Fortunately, when the three listeners died, they took the fire suit in their hands and opened it, so the position that can be observed is much more.

Finally, Su Bai saw a bead-like burnt mark on a fire-fighting suit that was spread out. The burnt marks also had some lines on it.

"Monk, come over and see, is this the trace of your relics?" Su Bai asked.

The monk immediately got up and walked over. After some observation, the monk nodded. "Amitabha, eighty-nine, but this may not be a poor fire service."

"Yes, it may be caused by the use of relics on others." Su Bai said.

The monk's gaze slowly swept through every fire suit and looked stunned.

The fat man came over at this time, and some ridiculously said: "Big white, what do you mean, each listener, in fact, has the corresponding firefighting suit that passed before?"

"Yes, so although I don't know how Munan determined which one belongs to him, he deliberately prayed in Korean under the premise of knowing it..." Su Bai said.

The fat man answered: "The old Yin is deliberate, deliberately let us think that these firefighters are actually left by the firemen who died here before, thinking that we are going to get the approval of those firefighters from them. Get permission to get the fire service and then enter the next pass?

In fact, his real purpose is to kill all of us.

and so,

and so,

So why is the main line task part directly blurred when the broadcast is released?" The fat man licked his lips, and a cold horror felt across the body.

The monk sighed and said slowly:

"Because we have already received the task."