Chapter 24: The First Hospital (23) (1st update + 2nd update + Bai Lei 3rd update) [VIP]
In many campus stories, there are rules and legends about stairs.
The staircase that normally has 13 steps will become 14 steps under certain special events. If someone walks on the steps and counts while walking up, the moment he steps on the 14th step, he will enter another different space.
Bai Jinshu counted as he walked up: "10, 11, 12."
At the same time, in the stairwell on the ninth floor, just one floor away from him, five team members with nervous expressions were doing similar things.
"10, 11, 12," they didn't dare to look down, and they stepped up one step, "13."
The last floor.
Lu Mingcheng gritted his teeth and was the first to step forward.
He stepped on empty air, staggered a few steps, and almost fell on the stairs.
"13...there's nothing after that?" He looked relieved and incredulous.
The oncology department has two floors. Since this floor will not enter that strange space, the only floor that will enter the strange space is Scaro's floor.
Behind him, Lu Changfeng also stepped onto the stairs.
Among the five people with different expressions, he and Fang Shaoning were the least surprised by the current development.
It’s better to say that they knew this would be the result from the beginning, just like when Skao used the front and back of the coin to show Lu Changfeng his Koi attributes. The moment Lu Mingcheng chose the ninth floor and left the eighth floor to him, the answer was already determined -
Whichever floor Scaro is on will become the oncology department that can enter the strange space, and the stairs on their floor will remain at 13 steps, just like those ordinary stairs, and cannot enter any strange space.
The purpose of his and Ao Ge's separate actions was to delay the remaining three people and make them return to the eighth floor and enter the space as late as possible, thus staggering the exploration process with Skao who entered there first.
One is to ensure their safety, and the other is that entering the space first means obtaining the rules first.
The reason why Fang Shaoning came with him to the ninth floor instead of the eighth floor was not because he was willing, but purely because if Lu Changfeng was not there, Chen Fei's injuries would only continue to worsen and his life would be in danger.
"Did you hear..." Lu Changfeng and Fang Shaoning looked at each other and spoke first, "Did you hear Liu Meixin crying? Is she on this floor?"
"Should we not go down yet and look for it on the ninth floor?"
*
One layer apart.
Bai Jinshu was walking in a narrow passage, and the camera in the live broadcast room was dutifully broadcasting everything that happened in the unknown space as he walked.
Investors are also chatting one sentence at a time:
[Is anyone here? Please post more comments. This corridor is so dark and spooky that I’m scared.]
[Some people put their feet back into the quilt while watching. ]
[I am now extremely convinced that our project is a hellish project. Other projects are about exploring during the day and resting at night, but our project is different. We explore at night and rest during the day. What kind of American schedule is this? ]
[Our projects have always been this difficult, just get used to it.]
[This project really gets big at night. The night before yesterday it was Director Sun, last night it was to look for Yang Pei's paper figurine, and tonight it was a unit building that was dimly lit with a red light. This is a real live broadcast from the underworld.]
[Oh, is this the special rule space that "Liu Meixin" told Yang Pei about last night? Why does it look familiar? ]
[It looks familiar... I feel like I've seen it before.]
[What have you seen? Isn't this the neighborhood I visited yesterday? ]
Someone in the barrage immediately recognized where this was.
[Now that you put it that way...it seems to be true.]
[So, the old neighborhood that appears in the oncology department is actually the neighborhood where the misdiagnosed patient lives? ]
[It should be. Read on.]
Bai Jinshu walked in this narrow corridor. On both sides of the corridor were old wooden doors with some debris piled up at the door.
This is the first floor of an old residential building.
The sunlight could not penetrate into the bottom of the apartment building, so the ground was slightly damp, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell. The chandelier above the head flickered, making the environment even more frightening.
To others, this corridor might be extremely unfamiliar, but to Bai Jinshu, or to Skao, he had seen such an old-style building not long ago.
The residential area above Caishikou.
That area is full of old neighborhoods, most of which are family buildings with long corridors, including the "haunted house" they heard about. In this floor, most of the buildings assigned to units look the same. Although the three of them did not go to the haunted house, when they inquired about the news, the building behind the chess master looked like this.
This kind of old residential building was not built with much care, and the walls between neighbors are not soundproofed. In that era, neighbors were very familiar with each other, and in the middle of the night, you could even hear the sound of family members opening doors at the other end of the corridor when they got up to go to the bathroom.
Bai Jinshu walked past the room marked 102, and heard a strong male voice suddenly coming from room 103 in front of him.
"How is this possible! Absolutely impossible!"
The side window of Room 103 was open. Bai Jinshu was tall, so he could just see the scene inside the room through the gap in the side window.
A middle-aged man in a leather jacket had red cheeks in anger and could not stop slamming his hands on the table: "Impossible! No one in our family has this disease! Your grandfather died of natural causes at the age of 98, and there is no history of this disease in our family! How could you get it!"
【What's going on? 】
[Is there anyone else here? ]
【Let’s move the camera over and take a look. 】
[I just heard someone say something is sick. Could this be the past of the patient who was misdiagnosed before? ]
On the screen, the camera followed Bai Jinshu's shoulder and fell into the room.
Looking through the window, a young man was holding a medical checklist in his hand, and he said in a low voice, "The doctor at the First Hospital said this."
"That means he made a mistake in the examination!" The middle-aged man's voice became louder and louder. He even slammed the table a few times, as if he could convince himself. "How could a decent person get this disease? I'll go find Lao Fang! What a quack doctor he recommended!"
"Dad! You're almost sick!" The girl who had been sitting at the table couldn't help but stand up. "My brother has cancer, not some shameful disease! How can he not be from a decent family?"
She winked at the young man standing next to her, asking him to stop talking, then trotted into her room. When she came out, she pulled out a green wallet from her bag: "This is my new three months salary, a total of 1,500 yuan, all for your medical treatment."
The young man was shocked for a moment and quickly refused to take it.
"We should get treatment if we get sick! Go to hospital! Go for chemotherapy!" The girl glared at him and forcibly stuffed her wallet into his hand. She said in a crisp voice, "With technology so advanced now, there is no disease that cannot be cured!"
Then, she glanced at the middle-aged man next to her who was angry and unwilling to speak, lowered her voice and leaned over to the young man and said, "Don't blame Dad. You know he was recently transferred down by the factory director. We just paid off the money we paid to relatives and friends for the house we bought. Grandma and grandpa are not in good health recently. Mom is the eldest and has to take care of them. She also needs money from her mother's family. The rest of her salary is only enough for household expenses. He is under a lot of pressure. Just let him vent a few words. Don't take it to heart."
"I know. I don't blame him," the young man nodded. "If I have to blame someone, it's myself that got sick. My whole family has to tighten their budget for me. You just started working and you have to..."
"What are you talking about?" The girl's eyes widened. "You are my brother, how can I ignore you?"
"I..." The young man was speechless for a moment.
"Your sister is right," the middle-aged man who had been glaring with anger just now seemed to have finally calmed down. He took a dull puff of his cigarette, and his voice returned to its previous powerful tone. "Go get treatment if you are sick. Your mother and I still have some money on hand. Nannan, take your fifteen hundred back!"
"I won't," the girl giggled and turned around to make a face, "The money you gave is yours, the money I gave to my brother is my own, and when I get married, my brother will give me double the money as my dowry!"
"You're so young and yet you're already thinking about adding people. You're so outspoken," a middle-aged woman with a bun came out and knocked on her head, "Zhu Zi, you should get well soon! You're almost thirty! When you're well, marry Ying Zi as soon as possible! Don't spend all the money your father and I saved for your wedding house!"
"Did you hear me?" the girl poked the young man's arm and joked, "You should go for chemotherapy to cure your disease, and then make Sister Yingzi your sister-in-law and give me a nephew, otherwise this matter will not be acceptable!"
Barrage:
[It really is that patient’s family. This must be when the diagnosis was just made. ]
[Ah... After learning about the ending of this family, I feel inexplicably sad looking back at the present. ]
[Don't be sad, hurry up and check what the rules are. Things in the unknown space don't appear here for no reason. ]
[Fuck, the person above is really heartless. My feelings were completely wiped out in an instant.]
Bai Jinshu went over the conversation in his mind, extracted the key information from it, withdrew his gaze from the door, and continued walking forward.
The father initially could not accept that his son had cancer because the elderly man in the family died of natural causes at the age of 98 and there was no history of cancer in the family.
Yingzi should be the son's fiancée mentioned by the chess-playing uncle, but later the marriage was called off.
The money initially spent on treatment was the money I had saved for my son’s wedding house, but it seems it was all squandered later on.
He continued walking forward. The corridor of this old-style family building had no windows and was dim. At the end of the first floor was a stairwell. Going up the stairs was the second floor of the family building.
When I walked to Room 202, I heard a voice coming from Room 203 in front.
"I borrowed money from my sister when she bought this house. I really can't bring myself to lend her money this time." It was the voice of the middle-aged man.
Compared to the full energy just now, his voice now sounded a little tired, as if life had worn away his temper and edges.
"How much is left for chemotherapy?" This is the voice of a middle-aged woman. "My second and third brothers have collected more than 3,000 yuan. They said they would give it to us tomorrow. The child's life is the most important. My fourth son just started elementary school. I want to arrange for him to go to a better school. Money is tight, so don't borrow it for now."
"Then after adding the three thousand, there's still a shortfall of about five hundred," the man puffed on his pipe and was silent for a while. "I'll see if there are any colleagues in the factory who can lend me some money. Lao Fang is financially comfortable lately, so I'll go and ask him to advance the money for this week."
[Is this because you have run out of money and have started borrowing money from everywhere? 】
[In that era, those who could gather so many people were real relatives, more than 3,000. ]
【If a family gets cancer, it's a bottomless pit. 】
Bai Jinshu looked inside through the window and saw the middle-aged couple sitting on the bed in the bedroom with a thin notebook spread out in front of them.
"Then write it down first," the man spitted and opened the notebook, "Your second and third brothers, three thousand yuan."
The woman picked up the small account book, added a line of words on it, and tore off a piece of paper and pressed her handprint on it: "I will go to my mother's house tomorrow and give them the IOU."
Outside the bedroom door, the young brother and sister were standing silently through a crack in the door.
My brother's hair has fallen out due to chemotherapy. My sister bit her lip, glanced into the room and whispered, "My second uncle seems to have had a big fight with my second aunt about lending us money. He used to give money to the family like my mother, and now he wants to lend us money. My aunt said he is a filial son, and he is suffering for his reputation. He watched the family eat coarse food without oil and water, and then he borrowed thousands of dollars from us."
"I will pay you back when I recover and start working." My brother also said softly.
"That's right, brother, when you get better, come and support me," the girl's voice was no longer as lively and crisp as before, "The nephew of our administrative director insisted on pursuing me, it's so annoying, and I don't like him. Wait until you get better, come and pick me up after get off work."
"Okay, I will." The brother reached out and touched her head, "As long as you don't mind my bald head embarrassing you."
"But he said that if I marry him, the betrothal gift can convert all three items into cash for me," the girl's voice suddenly lowered, "Brother, you have to get better soon. They all laugh at me behind my back, saying that I will definitely marry the director's fat nephew for this little money. I won't do that."
[This family really... the doctor who misdiagnosed the patient deserves death.]
【Originally, I didn’t have to suffer this.】
[Ah, compared to the first floor, the four people on this floor look much more haggard. ]
【According to this progress, could 303 and 403 also be the sequels of this family? 】
[This unknown space tells the story of this family? ]
Bai Jinshu watched the light in the window dim, then turned and left the window.
That borrowing account book should be a very important thing, as it can be used to find the entire social network of this family.
There was a conflict in my second uncle's family because of borrowing money, and I'm afraid that there is not peace in the families of other brothers and sisters. It will be difficult to borrow money in the future.
There is a relative at my sister's workplace who is pursuing her, but I've never heard my uncle mention this.
Bai Jinshu walked towards the end of the corridor and went up to the third floor. A lot of light came in and the corridor seemed much more spacious.
After 302, there is 303 which leaves a window.
This time it was very special. Through a window, Bai Jinshu smelled a strong smell of incense.
The sound of wooden fish and chanting sutras could be heard from the window. The girl seemed to be packing her things with the door open. As she packed, she said, "I will take the train at around six o'clock tomorrow morning. When I get there, I will go into the mountains with Uncle Fang."
The chanting stopped for a while: "Nannan, you must be careful when you are outside alone. Have you applied for leave? Did you bring thick clothes for exposure in the mountains? Remember to put your train ticket in your pocket so that no one can take it away, and put your luggage where you can see it."
"I saved that," my sister snapped her luggage shut and began to answer one sentence at a time. "I asked for three days off from work. The mountain was dewy so I brought two extra layers of thick clothes. I put my train ticket and wallet in the inner pocket of my clothes and put my luggage on the luggage rack."
"Come, come and worship before you leave."
My sister went over and lit three incense sticks and kowtowed.
"Namo Amitabha, please bless my daughter with a safe journey and my son Zhuzi with good health." The chanting began again.
【What is this doing? 】
[Ah, I know this. They are going to ask for the statue back. The old man said that his daughter took a special leave to go to the mountains to bring the statue back. I guess it is here.]
[Oh my goodness, are we finally going to see the statue in person? ]
[Ah? Isn't the statue a bird? ]
[? ? ? No, it's obvious that the bird is just a reference to the power of the statue, right? ]
[…I’m sorry, I was too deeply influenced by Lu Changfeng and really thought the statue was just a bird.]
"You told mom you took three days off," the younger sister just left the house when her brother pulled her over, "Where did you get three days off?"
"Brother?" The younger sister was shocked. "Why are you at home? Shouldn't you be in the hospital?"
"Answer my question first."
"You mean vacation? The company paid for it," my sister sounded a little guilty. "Uncle Fang said that the statue is very effective, but it must be paid for by family members in person. My parents are busy with work, and my job as a clerk is relatively easy, so it's okay to pay for a few days."
"You see, it's useless for mom to worship these gods and Buddhas every day. I have also worshipped them, but there is still no improvement." She lowered her head and twisted her braids. "Since these gods don't bless us, I will go and ask one to bless us back."
My brother said in a serious tone: "Tell me the truth."
"Oh, to tell you the truth... to tell you the truth," my sister stuttered, "They deducted my salary! They deducted my salary, okay? How could the company give me leave for no reason? I deducted a few days' salary to get it!"
"I went to your unit yesterday." My brother suddenly dropped a bomb.
"Brother..." His sister grabbed his hand and said, "Come out and talk. Don't talk here."
"Your company said you were fired a long time ago. Is he the nephew of the director you told me about?" My brother was dragged to the outer room by her and said calmly, "I beat him up."
"Ah...ah???" The younger sister was startled and quickly looked him up and down to see if he was injured. "Brother, you are still sick, how dare you fight with others?"
My brother shook his head and continued, "I have my own way of dealing with it. But what about you, what's going on with your job? Wasn't this job introduced to you by your third uncle?"
My sister was silent for a few seconds, and finally whispered, "You don't know, because we borrowed too much money from my third uncle, he no longer has any contact with our family. Dad sold the house, and now we have to pay rent to him every month. Mom didn't let me tell you, and I didn't dare tell her that I lost my job."
The young man opened his eyes wide.
My sister paused, her tone gradually breaking down: "There is no other way, there is really no other way, our family has no other way!"
"Every day I pray to the Bodhisattva and Buddha with my mother. Why doesn't anyone come to save us?" She took a deep breath. "I know it's not good to believe in these things, but Uncle Fang told me that this statue is very powerful. As long as you are sincere, you can get anything you want. He even lent me money to take the train! Brother, listen to me, our family! What we have the most is sincerity!"
The young man was speechless.
"In fact, we don't have money for your chemotherapy next month. The hospital said that you have to renew the fee if you want to stay in the hospital. We are really out of money," my sister said after calming down, she lowered her head and tucked up her hair. "Why don't you do the prayer? It's better than doing nothing."
The young man stood there as if struck by lightning, as if he had met his sister for the first time.
He knew that his illness cost money, but he didn't know that this money would push his family to this point, and he didn't know that it would change a person in this way.
"I'm going to pack my luggage," she fled from here, "bye, maybe it will work."
The young man stood there, watching his sister hurriedly leave the closed room. His nose was filled with the scent of sandalwood after the incense had burned out. In the smoke, the kind-looking Buddha looked down at his mother whose back was bent, with a hint of pity at the corner of his mouth.
A sigh floated across the barrage, Bai Jinshu looked away, and walked towards the fourth floor with an expressionless face.
This is what the chess-playing uncle meant by losing his job. My sister lost her job because of that previous client, and it was probably related to the other party's persistent pursuit.
It seems that this family has borrowed money to the point of being penniless and deserted by all their friends and relatives. Next, if they still want to continue treatment, apart from their normal work income, the only ways to make money quickly and borrow money immediately are to sell blood or try drugs. But once they step into this abyss, it will not be easy to get out.
The news of the so-called "evil god" that appeared at this time was particularly coincidental, and it happened to be at the point where they were at the end of their rope but had not yet given up completely.
In these three clips, the only thing worth noting is that the man surnamed Fang runs through the entire story of this family.
The surname Fang is not uncommon. The first time it appeared might have been a coincidence. A colleague of the father of this family introduced the other family's son to a hospital he was familiar with for treatment.
The second appearance might be excusable. Since this person surnamed Fang knew my father and introduced doctors to each other, they must have a good relationship. It is understandable that he appeared on my father's list of people to borrow money.
But it happened twice, but not three times. The third time he appeared, he became the person who introduced this family to invite back the evil god. He even lent money to his sister for the train fare and personally took her into the mountains when no one else wanted to lend money to this bottomless pit.
If there is no ghost here, then it would be a ghost.
402, 403.
Bai Jinshu leaned in front of the window. The faint smell of incense that was already faintly noticeable on the third floor was even stronger here, almost to the point of choking his nose.
He frowned slightly, waved his hand to clear away the white smoke in front of him, and then he could barely look inside.
The bald young man was kneeling in front of a statue whose face could not be seen clearly.
The statue was surrounded by a circle of colorful shamanistic cloth. The surrounding lights were dim and nothing could be seen clearly. Only the flickering candlelight was in front of the statue.
Compared to the previous Buddha statue placed in the living room, this statue adds a vague and eerie atmosphere.
The room was very quiet, as if the other three people in the house were not there. The young man was kneeling in front of the statue. His appearance was no longer the dignified and handsome one seen in Room 103 on the first floor. Instead, his cheeks were sunken, his eye bags were dark, his lips were unhealthily pale, and he looked like a human skeleton with all his energy sucked out.
The lights in front of the statue flickered.
The young man knelt on the ground and mumbled a very strangely pronounced term: "Boo, the great, the supreme."
Bai Jinshu repeated the term on his lips as he spoke, and instantly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by something.
It seems that I can’t think about it randomly... It’s best not to think about it.
What is this? What is the name of the evil god represented by this statue?
Inside the hanging window, the young man was still kneeling and mumbling, "I have stopped chemotherapy for more than a month. I know I won't live long."
Bai Jinshu followed his kneeling movements and saw a circle of bones piled along the corner of the wall behind him.
It's not like a skull, but some very long and narrow bones, like shoulder blades, the shoulder blades of animals.
The young man's whispering voice filled the entire room: "But what will happen to my mother after I die? She has already fallen out with her family because of me. How will she face my uncles after I'm gone? What will happen to my sister after I die? I have protected her since she was a child. Now that she has lost her brother, what will she do if she meets someone like the director's nephew again in the future?"
"And my dad," he paused, "I feel the most sorry for him. He is stubborn and very proud. He borrowed money from the entire factory for me and couldn't even hold his head up in front of his colleagues. Uncle Fang kept comforting him, but he couldn't figure it out and smoked all night long."
It’s Uncle Fang again.
This person appeared in this family's mouth too often, and even the investors on the barrage noticed something was wrong.
[This Uncle Fang has appeared too many times, right? ]
[This person must be the mastermind behind this. ]
[But if he has a good relationship with this family, it is normal for him to appear in their mouths many times. This is also the case with me and my old friends. ]
[Brother in front, I advise you not to compete with the monsters in the unknown space. ]
"When I was little, fortune tellers told me that I had good fortune. My father even boasted everywhere that his son would bring honor to the family and be promoted to a high position. But I'm going to die soon. It turns out that fortune tellers are also liars," the young man was still mumbling. He took a deep breath and suddenly had an idea, "If only I... if only I could have a healthy body."
"I can give anything," he repeated, as if it was not enough, "I can give anything."
"As long as I can survive in good health."
Bai Jinshu paused and looked up as if he understood something.
Above the young man’s head, a god whose face could not be seen seemed to flash a light.
The contract was established.
Enough sincerity, enough chips, and perhaps enough urgency and desire.
Countless precious emotions reached a critical point, driving the statue to respond.
Bai Jinshu turned around and took one last look at the statue, then walked towards the fifth floor with the young man who was kneeling before the statue.
Further up is the haunted house 503 mentioned by the chess-playing uncle.
*
Five floors.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of paper copper coins, alternating between yellow and white, covering the entire corridor.
Bai Jinshu stopped at the stairs and looked at Yang Pei who had been waiting at the other end of the corridor.
"Finally you're here." Yang Pei curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a determined smile.
[Help, I was so engrossed in what I was watching that I didn't remember that Yang Pei was waiting for him on the fifth floor.]
[It seems that there must be a key clue in 503, otherwise Liu Meixin would not let him wait on the fifth floor. Do you think Yang Pei has seen the clips of the first four floors? ]
[I bet I'll eat the keyboard raw. I don't think so. 】
【Don’t be so confident in yourself. 】
[I have confidence in Yang Pei's intelligence... He is just not cut out for solving puzzles.]
Yang Pei's smile was determined to win, but the opposite of his determination was his current appearance -
His left hand, which had been crippled by Director Sun, was hung limply on his neck, and his face and neck were exposed with scratches of varying sizes. In addition, his points had been cleared to 0, and he did not look like he could defeat Bai Jinshu at all.
But he just looks extremely confident.
[Friends, can Xiao Ao beat Yang Pei...]
[If Yang Pei, who has not yet accumulated the buff and is injured, is considered to be able to win, then he will definitely win. But what does Liu Meixin mean by "the dead will come back to life for a short time" and "you have killed a lot of people", does it mean that the people Yang Pei has killed will come out to help him kill people? Isn't that cheating? ]
[Uh... Let's talk about facts and reason. Imagine that you are an exploration team member who was killed by Yang Pei, and you suddenly come back to life. Shouldn't you kill him first? ]
【That makes sense.】
Yang Peike was oblivious to the pessimistic comments on the comments. With a confident look on his face, he stepped onto the fifth floor. The paper money scattered on the ground during the funeral procession made a rustling sound under his feet.
Along with the friction sound, there appeared a huge number of wronged souls with physical bodies that suddenly appeared near him.
Some of them were covered in blood, some were covered in bruises, some had obvious fatal injuries, and others were covered in wounds.
Bai Jinshu saw Chen Fei, the real Chen Fei, at the edge of the crowd.
Chen Fei was lying on the ground, his upper and lower body broken into two halves, and his neck was abnormally twisted. Yang Pei must have sneaked into his room in the middle of the night and twisted his throat to end his life.
He understood that the fifth floor was indeed a very special space.
Bai Jinshu slowly glanced at the ground.
The ground was covered with paper money, yellow and white, piled up in heaps.
The place is scattered with paper money. These paper money that have been contaminated by the aura of the evil god will attract all the souls related to those who enter here during the Ghost Festival in July, when the gates of hell are wide open and the dead are resurrected.
Therefore, those who appeared behind Yang Pei were all people Yang Pei had killed personally.
When they appeared, their expressions were different. There was astonishment, resentment and unwillingness in their eyes when they looked at Yang Pei, but the only thing in common was that their eyes were full of hatred.
But the strange thing is that even so, no one dared to step forward and seek justice for themselves.
They were afraid of Yang Pei.
The fear of being killed by him was already deeply engraved in her heart, just like a baby elephant that has been tied with chains since childhood. Even when it grows up and has the ability to break free from the chains at will, it will not even think of breaking free from the chains.
"Go," Yang Pei squatted down and put on a malicious smile, "Tear him into pieces for me."
The man he pointed at raised his head with fear and hatred in his eyes. Then, under Yang Pei's smile, his shoulders lowered lower and his back trembled more and more. Finally, he slowly turned around and turned towards Bai Jinshu.
If someone else with blood on his hands came, the same effect might not be achieved.
Yang Pei's fixed attributes contain elements of deterrence and shock. His terror and invincibility are like a steel stamp on the hearts of these people.
The moment he turned to Bai Jinshu, they had already become beasts tamed by Yang Pei through fear and cruelty.
[Fuck, Xiao Ao is in danger. ]
[Oh my god, is it still useful to run downstairs now? 】
[How come no one dared to fight back among so many dead people? What a waste! They were killed by Yang Pei while they were alive, and they dared not seek revenge even after they died.]
[If you can do it, go ahead. It's obvious that there's something wrong with Yang Pei's fixed attributes.]
[Is this fucking open? Did Liu Meixin go to find Yang Pei because she saw his fixed attributes? This rule is too convenient for a cancer like Yang Pei. ]
The barrage's prediction was wrong, and the wronged souls behind Yang Pei actually succumbed to the shock.
But the bigger mistake they made was that Bai Jinshu stood on the steps, looked emotionlessly at the countless wronged souls rushing towards him from the other side of the corridor, and took a step upwards.
He gladly accepted the challenge.
【70%】
【80%】
The long-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stood on the paper money.
A strange thing happened.
Many people appeared behind him.
There are also many dead people.
But unlike the people behind Yang Pei, there was no hatred in their eyes. If one had to put it simply, there was respect, admiration and respect in their eyes.
A foreign woman with golden curly hair was kneeling at his left knee. Behind her was a man who reeked of alcohol and had half of his neck cut open.
The blonde woman was holding a bloodstained knife, and there were traces of burns on her skirt. She knelt at the feet of the white embers, with her platinum curly hair draped behind her. Like a docile lamb, she lowered her delicate head and dedicated everything to her master.
These are also the people who were killed by Skao.
Or, to correct me, Scarao did not do it himself. He was not as brutal as Yang Pei. He just added some small impetus to these people, just like what he did to Chen Fei, to Director Sun, and to Yang Pei.
And he didn't need to use deterrence as a bargaining chip to tame them. He didn't need any cheap coercion.
He showed kindness, used love, gave some instruction, and slightly tempted them, and so these people converted willingly.
"Teacher," the blonde woman said briskly. In her eyes were the raging fire above the villa and the gentle figure in the community hospital. She called out in French, with the tip of her tongue entwining a sharp language with thorns, "Do you want to kill them?"
Investors were stuck for a second, and the screen went blank, which was rare.
Afterwards, the live broadcast room crashed due to the overwhelming barrage of comments.
The author has something to say:
Our Xiaoao is not a good guy.
This is the blonde woman who killed her alcoholic husband in the first chapter.
Ahhhh how come there is nutrient solution just after adding Bai Lei's update? I will continue with three updates tomorrow, so this copy will soon be finished under my manic updating orz. It is estimated that if I keep adding like this, I can start the next vest in about 2-3 chapters. My wife has already chosen the name of the next vest!
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