Chapter 560 The Situation Worsens

The phone rang for more than a dozen times before someone answered. The other person lowered his voice, like a candidate cheating on an exam, and was very cautious: "Gao Jian? Why did you call me? Why don't we talk to you later? My master is talking." Altar practices..."

When I heard Leng Qingxuan's voice, I was afraid that he would hang up and said quickly: "Life is at stake. A child was injured on my behalf in my dream. The situation is critical!"

"Injured in the dream? Maoshan deals with all kinds of ghosts and gods, and is not good at dreams. If you really want to save her, you should go to Xiaozhuangguan." Leng Qingxuan, a man who doesn't have that many tricks up his sleeve, has one thing to say: " However, Xiaozhuangguan's status is aloof and he doesn't care about worldly affairs. It's very difficult for you to ask them to help you."

"Do you know where the mountain gate of Xiaozhuangguan is?" I looked forward to Leng Qingxuan's reply.

"I don't know, don't tell me, even my master probably doesn't know. When it comes to the mysteries of sects, Xiaozhuangguan can be ranked among the top three. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, their practice method is different from orthodox practice, I'm sorry, There’s nothing I can do to help.”

"Is there no other way? Do you know which sect can cure injuries caused in dreams? I can exchange them for extremely rare Taoist scriptures and rare treasures." Yingzi was injured on my behalf, without the paper man Hua, I died in the Despair Street a long time ago. In order to cure Yingzi, as long as they are willing to speak, I am willing to spend all the show points to exchange for what they need!

"I am not saying that, in the eyes of our sects, your rare treasures are just that. But I think you really want to save people, so I will give you a clear way. The ghost mother appeared in Jiangcheng some time ago , killed the true disciples of Miao Zhen Guan, causing a huge sensation. At that time, the Taoist sects were preparing to unite and destroy them before they could succeed. If the righteous path is united, Xiaozhuang Guan will definitely send someone there. This is your only chance." Leng Qingxuan spoke very sincerely, and I could tell that he was thinking about me.

"Unite with the right way? Destroy the ghost mother?" My lips were dry, bad news came one after another, and the situation continued to deteriorate: "When will the descendant of Xiaozhuangguan arrive in Jiangcheng?"

"It can take as short as three days or as long as a week. I can only help you so far. The specific opportunity depends on you." Leng Qingxuan sighed: "You don't have to worry too much. You can save Jiangcheng and earn millions of merits." Huanshen, even Xiaozhuangguan will not embarrass you, maybe you will have a chance to join their sect, by then just treating the injuries in the dream will not be a trivial matter? "

"Again, merit? Are these millions of merits that important to you cultivators?"

"Merits are gifts from heaven. If you have merits in your body, all your wishes will come true, and you will be loved by heaven and earth. We cultivators pay attention to walking in accordance with heaven. Which sect you join, your luck will also affect the whole world in some subtle ways. The rise and fall of the sect." After Leng Qingxuan explained it like this, I understood the importance of merit to those who practice Taoism, and also why the usurper of life ended up in a situation where everyone shouted for beatings.

Normal cultivators act in accordance with nature, but life usurpers act against nature and destroy the rules of heaven and earth. This kind of behavior is considered a provocation to God, which is worse than the evil way of slaughtering young children. Once successfully killed, God will reward you with a lot of rewards. Invisible luck.

After listening to Leng Qingxuan's words, I felt dizzy. If they knew that not only did I not have millions of merits, but I was also riddled with karma, those righteous monks would probably kill me while annihilating the ghost mother.

"My merits are worth a hundred thousand, and my appearance is full of death. Even Blind Man Liu can figure out my roots, let alone those hidden sects. What should I do?" I looked down at Yingzi and Onishu Ayaka, thinking in my heart A sense of guilt arose: "It's all because of me that Yingzi suffered this disaster. I will be responsible for this to the end."

I comforted Onishu Ayaka and asked her to take Sakurako to the provincial capital hospital for examination and treatment. Injuries in dreams usually don't die immediately, so I still have time.

After leaving Yiyun Community, I felt extremely heavy, and a series of events almost overwhelmed me.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Don't rush. The most dangerous thing has not yet come. I can't get into trouble. If I give up and shrink, I will really lose." Pulling myself together, I returned to Ting. Tang Road.

But before I walked in, I saw a taxi parked in front of the store, and a balding driver kept walking next to the car with a laptop in hand.

"Uncle Balding? What is he doing here?" I had a lot of things to do. After greeting him politely, I entered the store. Unexpectedly, he followed me directly and closed the store door mysteriously. .

"Uncle, do you have a problem with me?" I lit a cigarette, hoping that the tobacco leaves would numb my nerves.

"It's not that my uncle has trouble with you, it's that you have gotten into big trouble!"

The balding uncle opened the laptop in his hand and clicked on a folder: "See for yourself."

"What is that?" The balding uncle's movements were a little strange. I looked at my laptop, and a video quickly appeared on the screen. The picture was very blurry, as if someone was using another shooting instrument to take a second shot of the video. .

"This is..." The dark screen slowly became brighter. There was no dubbing. What appeared on the screen seemed to be a prison cell. After I saw the layout of the cell clearly, I flicked my finger and a newly lit cigarette appeared. Dropped directly to the ground.

This seems to be the place where I once broadcast live!

My neck felt like it was being strangled tightly, and I felt like it was becoming difficult to breathe. The video on the computer was still playing, and I was very familiar with every frame of it.

An underground cell, a hall with eleven seats, an electric chair, and twelve participants!

Real death game!

This is clearly my live video!

"How is it possible?" The live broadcast has been carried out so many times, and no one has ever intercepted the live broadcast video. Why did there be an accident this time?

I used a brooch to conduct the live broadcast. I was not included in the video, but everyone else was recorded. Only three of the twelve participants survived!

The electric chair, blood plasma, charred corpses, the door that kept shaking, and the video was intermittent. It only lasted three minutes in total, but it focused on capturing those bloody scenes.

From beginning to end, there was no dubbing, but it gave me a chill all over.

"I have tried to take screenshots and videos of your live broadcast before, but without success. Even if I record it with another mobile phone, it will disappear inexplicably the next day." The balding uncle pushed the computer in front of me: "But this person is obviously He is a computer expert, and he cracked your prevention program."

"Computer expert? Hacker? No, the person who did this is definitely not an ordinary person!" My fingertips were burned by cigarette ash, but I couldn't feel the pain: "Where did you see this video?"

"I didn't get out of the car yesterday and was watching your live broadcast at home. The screen turned black during the second half of your live broadcast. I was bored and browsed the forums online. There was a post that was upvoted in just a few minutes. I opened it out of curiosity. As soon as I saw it, it was your video." The balding uncle sounded surprised, as if he had not gotten over the shock until now: "The original title of that post was Underground Dark Network, Live Broadcast of Murders, etc. I want to inform you, In order to preserve evidence, this video was transcribed.”

With the help of Uncle Xie Ding, I found the forum, which is a very active supernatural forum. The original post has been deleted, but the content in the post has a wide impact, and the entire forum is talking about it.

"Since you can transcribe it, others can, too. This live video has been completely exposed." Eight lives were involved, and my heart was trembling. "Who did it? If they dare to expose the existence of the show, are they? Aren’t you afraid of retaliation from the show?”

I lit another cigarette and forced myself to calm down.

I was wearing a brooch during the live broadcast, so I was not exposed in the entire video, and there was no dubbing in the video. This was a blessing among misfortunes: "By the way, what time was last night when this video was uploaded?"

The balding uncle thought for a while and then said: "It's probably around three in the morning, it's still dark."

"It's three o'clock in the morning?" I narrowed my eyes. At that time, I just escaped from the deep dream and returned to reality. This time is very delicate.

"Aren't you afraid of the show? It didn't expose me completely. It was more like a threat. Could it be that the people who sent the video were betrayers?"