Su Bai reached out and rubbed his neck. The wound there had not yet healed completely. In fact, at this time, Su Bai had already basically understood the position of this story World Radio for himself.

have to,

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

Don't stop you,

You save it,

You have the ability to blow up everything that will appear here, don't let them walk through that line. If you can't do it, it's like you killing the person you want to save.

You choose for yourself...

broadcast,

It is probably this routine and meaning. I have to say that Su Bai also admires the broadcast arrangement. If he is not a participant but a bystander, he should sit with a cup of coffee at this time and watch the performance with interest.

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

Only radio can constantly go to extremes and innovate in order to pursue the so-called storyline, and it has even become a pathological phenomenon. But because it is radio, no matter how much it plays or how crazy it is, it doesn’t matter.

Moreover, there is another point that Su Bai knew that the zombies and blood clans that had appeared before must have something to do with him. After calculating, will there be ice lumps in the remaining five rooms? Gunner? A guy with bloodline on his body? A guy with dragon scales on his body?

I am the goalkeeper, and the decision is up to me. If I let go, I will be fine, but the difficulty facing Xun'er has increased. If I don't let go, I have to fight to the death one by one!

Own,

How many can you fight to the death?

Do you really have to pay your life to others?

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

Su Bai was not that stupid or that simple, but just let Xun'er die like this, Su Bai felt uncomfortable,

"Forget it, do your best and leave it to fate."

Su Bai could only use this panacea to comfort himself. At this time, it seemed that this negative attitude was the most suitable for him.

……………………

The old man who drove the corpse back to the room, picked up the wine pot, poured himself a glass of rice wine, and slowly snatched his mouth.

"hiss……"

Smash it, smash it, and the homemade wine will taste interesting.

The old man turned around, swept the table with the corner of his robe and swept the wine pot down. The old man quickly squatted down to pick it up, grabbed the wine pot, but his feet slipped, and his body staggered, and he fell down. But even when he fell, the old man still hugged the wine pot and didn't let go anyway. Anyway, he just fell, and the wine could not be spilled. On the way back and forth, he had to rely on it to relieve his loneliness.

"Bang!"

However, the old man did not expect that when he fell down, before he could hit the ground, the fragile position on the back of his head first hit the eaves at the corner of the dressing table.

For a moment, the old man twitched with a headache, and the preparation for protecting important parts of himself when he fell down suddenly lost his inch.

"clang!"

The old man's head fell firmly on the hard floor tiles, and the wine pot held by his hands also fell;

The old man lay on the ground, motionless, and blood began to spread from the back of his head. Soon, a smell of blood appeared in the whole room, and the old man himself completely lost his vitality.

The King of Hell told you to die in the third update, how could you keep you until the fifth update?

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

“Wipe…”

“Wipe…”

“Wipe…”

When the old man drove away his breath, the thirteen corpses that were originally sitting peacefully outside began to shake slightly, but because there was still a talisman paper on his forehead, the general restlessness was not obvious, but like the originally stable triangle, there was a corner missing, and the surrounding temperature slowly lowered.

…………

There are several side rooms on the first floor. The best rooms are the seven rooms upstairs and the room where the old shopkeeper originally lived downstairs, but because the corpse driver came, the second floor was wrapped up again. In order not to neglect his biggest financial owner, the old shopkeeper of the inn gave the room where he originally lived to the old man who drove the corpse driver to stay tonight.

And tonight, the old shopkeeper lived in a side room with his wife.

"Damn, why are you in the mood tonight? You said you are sick? There are corpses sitting outside, so you are excited. You just want to come and get me. When I want to, you will smash it for you for no time. You can't get hard."

The old shopkeeper, who is nearly forty years old, is the old shopkeeper's wife. At this time, she was a little dissatisfied with the old shopkeeper's 50s, but she was helpless. Although she is a stingy person and knows how to enjoy and be lazy, she knows that all her men can tolerate these things, as long as she does her job well.

However, it is a pity that I don’t know whether it was the reason for my land or the man’s seeds. In short, I have been married to him for more than ten years, but I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. This makes the old shopkeeper feel a little more guilty about the old shopkeeper. 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 is also a hot topic. But since he cannot give birth to a child for him, at least he has to serve him as he wants.

The old shopkeeper eagerly took off the clothes on the old shopkeeper's lower body, touched them with his hands, then spit out a mouthful of saliva and lubricated them with his hands and went in.

When the old shopkeeper thought of the thirteen corpses sitting outside the door, he felt very excited. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself. Perhaps it was because of his own fault that he refused to take him to the mainland for retirement, he

I also want to be a vibrant man a few more times!

“Huhu…”

The old shopkeeper is comfortable,

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

"Damn it, it's over?"

The old shopkeeper patted the man on the shoulder and said dissatisfied, "I told you not to do it, it made me feel uncomfortable if I can't get up and down!"

The old shopkeeper was also a little embarrassed. He couldn't satisfy his wife. After all, it was his own fault. He had to look at his wife and said, "I'll help you with my hands?"

"Okay, take the candlestick for me, that candle wrapped in oil paper."

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

"Nonsense, can I squat down now and suck the soil on the ground for you? Do you believe it? How big is your finger?"

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

"Give it, give you three, you can do it yourself."

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

About a quarter of an hour later, the old shopkeeper finally felt comfortable.

"I finally recovered. You damn, you are like this every time, making people unable to get up and down, annoying. You didn't want it, but you wanted it so much as soon as you got it. Put it back."

The old shopkeeper threw three wet candles off the bed.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

There was a knock on the door outside,

"Shopkeeper."

He is a waiter in the inn.

"What's the matter? A death-hunting ghost." 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, so I want to come in and get some candles and continue to put them on the candlesticks." The waiter explained.

This side room rarely comes to live in. Usually, guests will arrange better rooms on the second floor, so this room is usually used to pile up some things, such as paper money or candles. 1. For this inn, it is an indispensable thing. After all, the business of driving corpses is the most common.

The old shopkeeper suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and his eyes swept to the three wet candles that had just been thrown under the bed by his aunt. He immediately stood up, picked up the three candles, walked to the door, opened the door, and threw the candle in his waiter's arms.

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

"It's a bit trendy, go and go." The boss closed the door directly.

The waiter nodded in confusion and immediately changed all the burning candles on the three tables, leaving a dead person sitting alone by the square table. After thinking about it, he actually took one less candle, so let it go. There was only one dead person on this table anyway, so I won't light it.

"Ah, it's so sleepy."

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

As the candles burn, the rippling of blue smoke rose,

A smell of stinking and sao began to spread.

The twelve zombies on the three tables began to shake at this time. Their hands, which were originally placed on their knees, slowly exerted force at this time, obviously being under the affliction of anger!

Because they feel they are being humiliated!

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

If the corpse driver was still alive at this time, he would naturally be able to come out to suppress them immediately, but now the corpse driver is dead, so naturally no one will care about it.

"call……"

The talisman paper on the forehead of a zombie suddenly bounced up, and he stood up straight. Then, the talisman paper on the foreheads of the other zombies also blew away one by one, and all stood up.

Only the only zombie sitting alone at a table was left, still sitting quietly.

These zombies began to jump, patrolling around the lobby, and occasionally touching tables and chairs.

"What are you doing? It's quarrel in the middle of the night."

The old shopkeeper had just fallen asleep and thought it was the waiter outside, so he had to get out of bed wearing a coat and walk over to open the door of the room.

A blue zombie face immediately appeared in front of the boss.
Chapter completed!