The audience is now annoyed and helpless.

They secretly watched the live broadcast at the risk of being deducted from their wages by the boss at work, but they didn't expect that Li Chongshan's bastard let them experience an extraordinary event, not to mention, and when they were discussing the most intensely, they turned off the live broadcast screen without saying a word and began to put up advertisements!

From that moment on, they had to immerse themselves in the fancy advertising bombardment of Cornerstone Technology Group.

"Choose Lakeside Villa and build a better life together - Cornerstone Real Estate looks forward to your visit."

"The latest pet water dispenser, don't 199, just 99! For that one of yours, take the drinker home! Cornerstone pampered the original factory with a ten-year warranty, and there is no reason to return it for seven days. ”

"Exclusively produced by the Cornerstone Military Research Institute, the 'Thunderlight' air-to-ground cruise missile is suitable for various types of weapon systems to escort your country."

Audience: "......"

I always felt that something strange that ordinary people couldn't afford to get in.

Fortunately, although Li Chongshan put advertisements without saying a word, he did not turn off the barrage function, so the audience on major platforms can still complain to their heart's content.

"There are too many ads...... Let me conspiracy theorize, are these ads suggesting something? ”

"Implication of what? Implying that the mysterious boss will use cruise missiles to paste his/her face if he jumps again? ”

"Don't say it, I saw the advertisement for cruise missiles, and suddenly I felt that the mysterious boss was nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing that cannot be solved with one cruise missile, and if there is, two. ”

"By the way, have you noticed that when Li Chongshan said the opening sentence before, he said 'jointly produced by the Midnight Explorers Club and the Blackstone Research Institute'? The latter seems to be the industry of the eldest young master of Cornerstone Technology Group, and if you think about it this way, it seems that it is quite normal to put investors' advertisements. ”

"What era are you? Director Yan is no longer a big young master, he is the chairman of the group and the richest man in the world! ”

"Wait, aren't these two program groups not dealing with each other?"

"It's usually not easy to deal with, after all, it's competitors who want to grab traffic. But in the face of a mysterious boss who can manipulate people into committing suicide, it is normal for them to join forces. ”

"In this way, the film crews of the two major supernatural programs and the forces behind them are suspected to be real transcendent organizations? The water in this world is too deep, isn't it? ”

"Hey, I think I've discovered some big secret?"

"Wait, I just came in, what did I miss? What are you talking about? What otherworldly organization? ”

"Then you're missing too much......"

When the discussion was intense, the advertisements on the full screen of the show suddenly jumped and jumped to the live broadcast screen.

"What the hell, it's suddenly going live again?!"

But this time, the live broadcast is not a high-definition version shot with professional photography equipment, but a low-quality and high-paste version shot by passers-by with amateur lenses.

What is shown in the picture is the scene of the mummy ghost slowly walking towards the scene of the car accident, which was captured by a dashcam somewhere.

The withered, emaciated, yellow-bandaged mummy looked fragile, but it was surprisingly oppressive.

After a few more glances, the weak-willed people were affected by the "suicide curse" that had not completely dissipated.

"I suddenly had a little bit of suicidal thoughts again, what's going on......"

"That's your delusion! Sur VII just saved us! ”

"Forget all the legends, Sur VII is our Pharaoh and our Guardian!"

"Don't slander it!"

A string of whitewashing remarks quickly swiped through the barrage.

As the lamp bearer denied the rumors, the effect of the "suicide curse" belonging to the undead king faded a little.

The person who was slightly affected broke free from the gloomy mood and regained consciousness when he looked at the screen again.

In the picture, the mummy walked up to a large truck whose front was knocked out of shape, stretched out his hand, smashed the window glass, and dragged the driver inside.

"What does Sur VII want to do?"

"I think I want to save people, right? You see that the front and doors of the truck are deformed, and the driver is likely to be stuck in it and unable to move, so Sur VII intervened to pull him out. ”

"I have a bold guess that this tragic car accident is also related to the 'suicide curse' just now. I almost committed suicide with a knife inexplicably, and the impact on the driver on the road must have been even greater, and in a flash of my mind, I hit the steering wheel and crashed into the car next to me, which eventually caused this terrible series of car accidents. ”

"Makes sense. I guess Sur VII was able to learn all this by some means, so now he rushed to the scene to save people, ready to stop the plot of the mysterious boss! ”

"Makes sense! I'm sticking with you! ”

"Where did this happen in a car accident? I didn't see the news, huh? ”

"It should be Highway 606...... I was driving on this road, and it seemed to be jammed in front of me. ”

"Where is the news broadcast fast?"

"Su Er's posture of saving people is so rude, he actually pinched people's heads and carried them out."

"Our pharaoh has a relatively strong hand, and it is easy to accidentally crush things, while the human brain is the strongest place in the human body, and it is safer to pinch."

"It's good if someone saves you, you can do it."

"I just entered the live broadcast room and I don't understand what's going on at all?"

"Shut up and see for yourself."

Although the audience was arguing in the barrage, as Yan Luge expected, most of them thought that after seeing the clips edited and processed by Bailu, Su Er VII dragged people out to "save people" rather than "kill people".

……

At the scene of the car accident, the action of the evil spirit suddenly stopped.

It remained in this position for a long time, as if it had become a sculpture.

It heard a lot of sounds, many of them very small, very faint, but when they came together, they merged into a torrent.

The voice kept saying: Sur VII, you saved him, you should save him, thank you for saving him.

The demon listened in silence, looking down at the truck driver in his hand, and could no longer tighten his fingers to pop his skull, as the voices described.

- Are you stopping me?

The evil spirit questioned in the bottom of his heart.

- Not me. I'd love to do that, but I can't.

Sur VII said in a very soft, very weak voice.

- Damn, why haven't you disappeared yet?!

The evil spirit roared.

——……

Sur VII was silent.

It doesn't really answer that question.

However, it was vaguely aware that "itself" did not seem to be the same as the evil spirit.

When the people prayed that it would become an evil spirit, it was not completely changed by the sound, but always retained a piece of itself.

When the people wanted the evil spirit to do good, it was not affected by the sound, but watched and listened quietly like a bystander.

It doesn't seem to be the same as the ordinary spirits that were born according to the wishes of evil spirits, nor is it the same as the ancient Nile Pharaoh who practiced Shinto 4,000 years ago.

It is the second awakening of the "true spirit", a truly independent being detached from the existence of the Creator.

- Damn it, damn it, damn it!

- I am Sur VII, I am! Don't you want to influence me! Don't try to control me!

The demon screamed unwillingly.

But its hands make a ridiculous movement that is diametrically opposed to its thinking - it slowly lays the unconscious truck driver flat on the ground, gently as if it were handling a fragile object.

- Damn! Damn it! Damn it!

The demon cursed frantically, negating the hellish voices...... But it can't be denied, it can't be disobeyed, because it was born because of these voices.

- I won't stop, you all have to die!

Before being driven by the voices to save the second man, the mummy demon let out a silent, vicious curse.

A blackened liquid burst out of its body, slowly spilling through the gaps in the bandages, and dripping silently onto the ground.

It's as if this thousand-year-old corpse has begun to decay and melt from within.

Its figure suddenly disappeared from the camera.

(End of chapter)