Qin Yang stopped his car at a street before Qinhuangdao railway station. He pointed to the side of the road and said, "Do you need to buy anything to eat and drink before boarding the train? It's more expensive in the railway station, not worth it."

Su Bai found it a little funny. "Do you need to be so down to earth?"

Qin Yang also smiled as he waved his hand. "I have a three-month-old child and a frail wife, I'm already used to being frugal. Take a look at my cigarettes, it only cost 3.50 per pack. I'm not as natural and unrestrained like you."

"You shouldn't be lacking in money." Su Bai said.

Even though the audiences of Dreadful Radio were not very rich and dazzling but based on their abilities and the consent of Dreadful Radio, it wasn't a problem to live comfortably and plentiful.

"I can spend my hard-earned money with a clear conscience. By giving family members money to spend earned from Dreadful Radio's abilities, I'm afraid they will be entangled by karma. Me bearing the burden alone will do."

Qin Yang threw the cigarette butt out of the window, looking very bleak. To be able to suppress his own abilities and continue to earn money to support his family, the pressure his face and scary temperament carried would cause others to be tongue-tied.

Su Bai suddenly recalled his own parents; he then thought about himself and then thought about the little fella.

Is this considered retribution of karma?

After getting down the car, Su Bai waved at Qin Yang. Su Bai had actually entered the supermarket at the opposite street and bought two bottles of water and a pack of gum. He then crossed the street and entered the railway station.

Su Bai entered the elevator and retrieved his ticket. Su Bai then sat at the waiting lounge.

When it was almost time, Su Bai was getting ready to get up and check his ticket. At this moment, he suddenly felt bone piecing chillness deep in his heart; it faintly involved the zombie evil energy in his body.

Su Bai lowered his head to cover up his distorted expression. It was unknown why the zombie evil energy in his body had turned unstable. If Su Bai did not react and suppress it in time, he would have transformed in public.

His consciousness started to scour while his gaze started shifting around. Su Bai finally found that source of energy that got him involved.

In the washroom. The waiting lounge washroom.

He staggered along towards the washroom. He even collided into a few people along the way. When those people saw Su Bai acting that way, they thought he had gone mad or his drug addiction kicked in. They did not bother with him and immediately avoided him.

Su Bai entered the male washroom. He headed towards the last cubicle; he reached out and tried to open the door but it was locked from the inside.

Su Bai immediately kicked it open without hesitation.

"BANG!"

After the cubicle was kicked open, Su Bai saw a man lying unconscious in the cubicle. That man was holding on to something that was glowing.

That man was covered in pee and poo. That thing had suddenly erupted when he was doing his business. He didn't even have time to wipe his *ss and directly fainted while doing the things he was doing before fainting.

Su Bai couldn't be bother with the filth. He took that item from that man's arms and took a few steps back.

It was a scroll. After opening it, it was an ancient painting. The painting looked like an ink wash painting[1]; it seemed to be a classic beauty.

A huge sea with a violet moon hung above appeared in the painted scroll. When Su Bai saw the violet moon, the zombie evil energy in body was getting harder to control. This violet moon, this violet moon in the painting was the source that attracted the zombie evil energy in his body!

Luckily, the first rays of dawn had arrived and the violet moon gradually disappeared as the sun started shining.

Su Bai heaved a sigh of relief. This painting was extraordinary!

This reminded Su Bai about the devil on the mountain in the Mr. Zombie story world. The devil existed in the painting and built a world in the painting. Even though this painting was not as coercive as the devil's painting and was impossible to be compared with, it was enough to see its value because it was able to attract the zombie evil energy in his body.

"Could it be that the monk was searching for this?"

Su Bai smiled. It really was possible since he had seen the devil's painting with the monk in the last story world. The monk must have thought of something and invited him to Qinhuangdao to find something similar.

"Forget about it. It benefits me now."

Su Bai took out his phone and took a picture of the man who had fainted in the cubicle. He planned to use his own network to investigate his identity. He then placed back the foot and chose to leave. The train had already arrived and he would miss it if he was a little later.

It was afternoon and the were very few passengers. The seats in the high speed rail were mostly empty.

After the train departed, Su Bai calmly opened a bottle of water and took a sip. He then unrolled the painting once more. The scenery in the painting had major changes, the sea was very calm and it had fine weather, giving off a carefree and relaxed feeling.

There were quite a number of peculiarities in this painting.

There were a few stamps on the bottom right of the painting, one was written 'auspicious, peaceful, fair and honest', one stamp which resembled Japanese style and another stamp looked like a claw mark which bore no traces made by humans.

This means that this painting was collected by three people before this and one of it was a Japanese collector.

Su Bai recalled the bronze chest he had previously. That chest was taken away by Fatty in the end. Su Bai had never requested it back because he could not come up with a reason for doing so. That chest nearly got Nine killed and Su Bai did not have the ability to occupy that chest at that time. As for this painting, Su Bai intended to keep it as his collection.

Su Bai's phone rang at this moment, it was a WeChat message sent by the monk.

"Gone back?"

Su Bai squinted his eyes. It was obvious that an accident had occurred at the monk's side. It might not be a physical accident but something might had come up with the thing he was searching for. Things couldn't be so coincidental, seems like this painting was what the monk was looking for.

Su Bai placed the painting aside and sent a video call invite, the monk answered very quickly.

The monk was in an unknown dark corner, the was not much lighting and there were a few wounds on the monk's face. He should have just gotten into a fight but it should not be a problem.

Su Bai's video background was the carriage of the high speed rail; he did it on purpose.

"You really came to find me just to talk?" The monk saw Su Bai sitting in the highspeed rail on his way back and found it inconceivable, but thinking back, he found it natural. To Su Bai, coming over to straighten things out and getting a mental massage and returning without doing anything else well matched his style.

"Nonsense, I still need to return and prepare many documentations for my child. There are many things to do."

"Amitabha, have a safe journey" The monk was actually saying to the little fella. The monk and Gyatso had given the little fella blessings and was considered half a godfather to the little fella.

"You too."

Both men ended the video call just like that.

Su Bai placed the painting back into his backpack. He supported his neck with both hands, lowered his seat and lied down comfortably.

Su Bai who looked relaxed was actually not relaxed at all. The man who fainted in the toilet was obviously an ordinary human and couldn't withstand the influence of the painting. If he guessed correctly, that man was just an errand boy. The painting should not have ended up on him. The monk had been busy for such a long time for the sake of the painting and it would be an insult if it was taken away by an ordinary person.

That guy must be in charge of delivery. It was obvious someone was covering up from the monk and purposely sent an ordinary person to transfer this painting. The other party should have arrived at the railway station. It was very obvious that the person who was competing against the monk for the painting should be at the railway station and even on this train.

Su Bai had good luck; he had snatched the prize halfway. Su Bai had to be prepared for it to be snatched back. Everything would be smooth sailing once he returned to Shanghai. With the painting at home and Lucky guarding it, it could be said that it was impossible for the monk to steal it back even if he knew the painting was with him.

He need to be extra cautious right now since it wasn't his home ground.

The carriage's automatic door opened at this moment, a man with languid hair, wearing t-shirt and shorts walked in while talking on the phone. He seemed more like trying to blend in.

"It's impossible to be work, it's impossible for me to work this life. I do not know how to do business. I can only continue on living by stealing. Entering detention camp feels like returning home. I return for a year and do not return during New Year's Eve, just like going back home when something comes up. It feels much better being at the detention camp than being home, it's too boring to be home alone.

"Ok, you mean you have no money for food? Fine, give me your account number, I'll close my eyes and press 0, how much you get is up to fate."

The man talked loudly on the phone and walked passed Su Bai very naturally. He saw Su Bai had closed his eyes and was wearing sunglasses and should be sleeping. The other party's breathing was stable. He continued talking loudly and walked to the back of Su Bai's seat. He suddenly reached out his hand very quickly and adeptly lifted up the backpack placed besides Su Bai. He was feeling gleeful and was ready to turn around and leave. Who knew that just as he lifted his head, he felt something cold in between his brows. The Hellfire Shotgun had touched his forehead.

"I say, bro, you even carry along cosplay equipment when going out?"

Su Bai smiled.

He then pulled the trigger.

"BANG!"