Chapter 1 This Is a Woman

This was a woman, covered by a white dress, but beneath the dress, her body was riddled with wounds. It seemed every inch of her was marked by different injuries, a truly shocking sight.

From Zhou Ze's professional perspective, it was a miracle that this woman was still alive.

In typical gunfight movies, tragic characters, riddled with bullets, can still muster their last bit of inner strength for a long, drawn-out flashback, repeatedly shouting, "You go!" "I won't go!" "If you don't go, I won't go either!" Finally, they pick up a gun and mow down a few enemies. In reality, that's basically impossible.

Humans are, in fact, quite fragile.

The reason this woman was still alive, still breathing, with a slight rise and fall in her chest, was related to her own unique nature.

Zhou Ze walked straight over and pricked his palm with a fingernail, preparing to open the Gates of Hell.

"So direct?" Xu Qinglang asked from behind. "No questions?"

"Nothing to ask."

While she was still unconscious, snatch her soul from her body and send it to Hell; everything would be perfect.

However, just then, the old Taoist, whom Zhou Ze had just flung away, struggled to his feet again and charged at Zhou Ze.

Xu Qinglang stepped forward, raised his hand to block the old Taoist, and then flung him aside. The old Taoist had just been "electrocuted" by Zhou Ze's fingernail a few times, and his body was still weak, so he was no match for Xu Qinglang.

"Don't... don't do this, spare her, please spare her."

The old Taoist, lying to one side, began to plead.

But Zhou Ze remained unmoved. A thread, like black syrup, was pulled out and drew a circle.

Immediately afterward, Zhou Ze reached out, intending to grab her soul from her body. Although the soul was very weak right now, Zhou Ze could already sense its power.

This was a big fish, a prey much fatter than the small fry he had caught before!

"Buzz!"

Just then, a fountain pen suddenly floated up and stabbed directly at Zhou Ze.

With quick eyes and hands, Zhou Ze leaned back slightly, dodging the pen. But the pen's true target was not Zhou Ze, but Xu Qinglang, the tip of the pen pointing at Xu Qinglang's throat.

Although Xu Qinglang's Adam's apple was not very prominent, his hands were spread wide, and he dared not move at all.

The woman on the ground was still sleeping, still unconscious, but she was controlling all of this.

"Old Zhou, don't rush, don't rush!"

Xu Qinglang shouted, afraid that Zhou Ze would disregard his life. He knew that his own life was hanging by a thread, no less than having someone pointing a gun at his temple.

However, Zhou Ze really didn't care about his life and grabbed for her forehead with his fingers.

At the same time, the tip of the pen pierced Xu Qinglang's neck, creating a small hole, and blood was already flowing out.

"Er..." Xu Qinglang felt the pain in his neck but dared not reach out to grab the pen. He had a premonition that if he made any rash move, the pen could pierce his neck in an instant.

The woman was not awake, but to Zhou Ze, this was a silent threat.

She couldn't harm Zhou Ze, but she could use the lives of those around Zhou Ze to threaten him.

"Those two people who jumped to their deaths were very pitiful," Zhou Ze suddenly said.

Xu Qinglang was stunned; he didn't know what Zhou Ze meant by saying this.

"You scolded me during the day for not going to remind them last night, and you said I had changed," Zhou Ze continued.

"Huh?" Xu Qinglang.

"So, I think you should be willing to sacrifice yourself to avenge them, right?"

"............" Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze suddenly covered his chest with one hand, placed the other hand on the ground, and cold sweat began to pour from his face. He made no other movements.

The pen fell powerlessly to the ground. Xu Qinglang covered the small wound on his neck, panting heavily, muttering something in his mouth that couldn't be understood.

The old Taoist hurried to the woman's side, checking on her condition. He was a little anxious and a little confused.

Zhou Ze glared at Xu Qinglang. He should have known not to bring him along. He had only thought that having one more person would help him find the target faster. Who would have thought that Xu Qinglang would become her bargaining chip to threaten him?

Originally, Zhou Ze should have ignored Xu Qinglang's life and completed his own performance, but he had forcibly changed his mind. This immediately caused a burst of colic in his chest, which pained him to the point of wanting to die.

Damn it,

This is called a transaction, okay?

This is called having a conscience?

And it hurts me like this?

Besides, who will make sour plum juice for me if he dies?

I'm just thinking about myself!

The old Taoist touched his crotch again and took out a talisman. This guy's talismans were truly inexhaustible, and he especially liked to hide them in that position. I wonder if there was any particular reason for it.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, but this person, I must protect her. She finally escaped from Rongcheng, and I can't let her fall into your hands."

The old Taoist said to Zhou Ze, holding the talisman, and finally apologized:

"I'm sorry."

As he spoke, the old Taoist was about to stick the talisman on Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze suddenly raised his head, and a black light flashed in his eyes. However, before Zhou Ze could make a move, two figures appeared directly behind the old Taoist.

Xu Qinglang covered his neck, but the syllables coming out of his mouth began to become clear.

The old Taoist was lifted up, and when he turned his head, he discovered that a man and a woman, two empty human skins, had appeared behind him at some point, possessing strength no less than ordinary people.

"Bang!"

"Holy crap!"

The old Taoist was thrown out again, smashing onto the tile floor.

Twisting his body, covering his waist with one hand, the old Taoist cried:

"My waist..."

Zhou Ze slowly calmed the colic in his chest and raised his hand again. He knew that the woman in front of him was very weak. The previous resistance and stiffness were the limit of what she could do.

"Big brother, I beg you, spare her, let us go."

"Let you go?" Xu Qinglang covered his neck with one hand and manipulated the two puppet skins to slowly walk toward the old Taoist with the other. "Then who will settle the score for those two people who jumped to their deaths?"

"We didn't kill those two people, we didn't touch them, we even wanted to save them, they wanted to die themselves!" the old Taoist explained.

"Do you think we'll believe such words?" Xu Qinglang snorted coldly.

Seeing Xu Qinglang being possessed by the "Angel of Light," the old Taoist didn't look at him but looked at Zhou Ze, pleading:

"Big brother, she's also a member of our Underworld Shop, a friend of our boss. She was injured to help my boss."

The old Taoist remembered that when he first met Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze was actually very interested in his boss's affairs. At this time, he could only try to bring out the boss.

Zhou Ze's hand had just been placed on the woman's forehead, and he hadn't exerted any force yet, but when he heard the old Taoist's words, he immediately stopped.

The man's partner?

The man who was sitting behind the Underworld Shop's counter in the old Taoist's live-stream video, struggling to drink porridge?

The man who had reminded him of the Faceless Woman's scheme by the pool in his dream?

He owed him a favor.

"Hiss..."

His chest was hurting again.

Zhou Ze kept taking deep breaths, then took two steps back, staggering to his feet.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last too long, but every time he made any choice that violated the principle of profit above all else, he would always remind himself of it.

It was as if there was a poisonous scorpion hidden in his chest.

There was a very famous monkey cage electric shock experiment.

Perhaps, the price and purpose of having no conscience was like this, making you form a fear reflex, and then slowly changing your previous "bad" habits.

"You're not really believing him, are you?" Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze waved his hand.

"Hey, no one is so stupid as to jump to their deaths one after another. Didn't you say before..."

"I believe that guy." Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang, then looked at the old Taoist. "You can take the person away, just don't appear in front of me again."

A person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Zhou Ze didn't think that the couple who had jumped to their deaths one day after another was the woman's doing. This woman might have participated in the Ouija game and even taken action in it, but she was definitely not killing people.

The little loli had said that the man in Rongcheng had played with fire and regarded himself as a judge, which had led to a ban from the Underworld.

Therefore, the friends of such a person could not be evil ghosts who killed people at will, otherwise, given that guy's personality, the first person he would have killed would have been the woman.

This conclusion was really more credible than any so-called evidence, because even when the little loli talked about that person, she only satirized his ignorance, but she didn't say anything about his personal morality.

The old Taoist immediately covered his waist and stood up, thanking him repeatedly, but when he came to the woman's side, he said with a bitter face:

"Big brother, we have nowhere to go. She told me to bring her here because she wanted to stay by your side, to hide in the shadows, so that those who were catching her wouldn't notice her here.

If I take her away now, wouldn't that be like throwing a lamb to the wolves?"

"You are... being wanted?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, it's kind of like that, anyway, those guys are elusive, they can pop up anywhere, in mirrors, in crowds, even in the grass, underground, we were lucky to escape all the way here."

"Then it's meaningless. Her injuries have already deteriorated seriously, and she won't last long," Zhou Ze stroked his fingers. "Once this body is destroyed, if she's left purely in a soul state, she'll either be discovered quickly or fall directly into Hell."

"We went to the hospital before to treat her injuries, but as soon as we entered the ward, the doctor who looked normal took off his clothes and turned into a hideous thing trying to kill us."

The old Taoist said with great difficulty,

"It's only been these two days that we've lived near you that we've had some peace."

"I can't help you," Zhou Ze shrugged.

He admired that man from Rongcheng, and the favor he owed him was exchanged for his turning a blind eye this time. He was unwilling to create too many complications, otherwise, the next time, it would be the little loli leading a group of ghost soldiers directly to his bookstore.

At this time, the pen that had fallen on the ground suddenly stood up, and Xu Qinglang's expression changed, revealing vigilance.

But the pen only wrote a few words on the ground:

"Save me, give you heart."

Seeing these words, Zhou Ze's eyes suddenly froze.

"Shameless little b*tch!

How confident must this woman be in her appearance? You save her, and she'll give her heart to anyone?"

Xu Qinglang mocked from the side. "Even if you were so beautiful before, in this ghostly state, who would want your heart?"

"I would."

"What?" Xu Qinglang was stunned, looking at Zhou Ze. It was as if, at this moment, Xu Qinglang had finally seen Zhou Ze clearly. Doctor Lin was so beautiful, yet he could pass by her house three times without entering. So, he had this kind of taste.

"Big brother, didn't you just say you couldn't do anything?" the old Taoist asked in confusion.

"Oh, I forgot. I just remembered that I was the best surgeon in Tongcheng in my previous life."