A story tells of a highly skilled blacksmith who first forged an extremely sturdy cage, and then an equally strong iron lock.

He then stepped into the cage he had built and carefully felt its solidity. Suddenly, the lock above fell shut.

He was trapped inside. Because his shop was in a remote location and his business wasn't thriving, he wasn't discovered until he had long since died of thirst or starvation within the cage.

The Japanese priest before them was like that blacksmith in the story, meticulously crafting a cage and lock, only to find himself the one imprisoned.

The priest was different from the youth upstairs who was freed from his suffering by Bai Yingying twisting his head off. He was of a higher caliber, with a stronger ability to endure.

Therefore,

He still retained some semblance of reason.

When that youth called Zhou Ze "Papa," his joy, his elation, his excitement were all genuine, moving one to tears.

But when this Japanese priest called out "Otosan," it was with great awkwardness, shyness, shame, suppression, and a reluctant anticipation, like a heroine in a cheesy drama who had been drugged with aphrodisiacs by the villains.

"Otosan!"

After calling out, a hint of terror flashed in the Japanese priest's eyes. How had things turned out this way? He had a very ominous premonition that the development of things had headed towards an extreme more terrifying than death.

At this point, things had taken a turn for the better, at least from Zhou Ze's perspective.

He continued to spread his arms, facing that cry of "Otosan," and nodded gently, responding:

"Yes."

With a response, there was interaction; with interaction, that impulse became even stronger!

The Japanese priest's eyes widened; he could no longer control himself.

"Otosan!"

"Yes."

"Otosan!"

"Yes."

"Otosan! Otosan! Otosan!!..."

The first time was awkward, impure, carrying a hint of dryness and throbbing pain.

The second time was much easier; after all, there was a foundation laid by the first.

After that, everything was smooth sailing. The struggling person gave up struggling because they had become numb.

Zhou Ze slowly squatted down, clapping his hands at the priest as if teasing a Corgi at home, summoning it to come over and let him pet it.

The priest staggered towards Zhou Ze, and then, in front of Zhou Ze, he actually lay down. His face was twitching and trembling. His subconscious told him that he absolutely couldn't do this, but the impulse and closeness that came from the depths of his heart directly crushed his reason.

"Good boy, don't struggle anymore."

Zhou Ze said to him softly.

The priest slowly closed his eyes.

He was somewhat resigned to his fate.

"Pfft..."

However, Zhou Ze did not show any subsequent warmth. His sharp fingernails pierced directly into the priest's fontanelle.

The priest's body began to tremble non-stop, but a feeling of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Every thunder and rain is a blessing from the emperor;

This sentence was vividly interpreted on him.

The reason why Bai Yingying is now so respectful to Zhou Ze is actually the same reason. In ordinary human society, people can still shout the slogan "Are kings and generals born of noble blood?", but in the genes of other species, the subordinate obeying the superior is a kind of inertia in the bones, difficult to change, and difficult to resist.

The little loli walked to Zhou Ze's side, looked at the priest below who was enjoying himself while being tortured, and pursed her lips, still saying:

"Don't you consider really taking in a godson? Anyway, the difference between you and the eunuch is not that big."

"I can't afford this son." Zhou Ze replied.

Yes, taking this Japanese priest home, even if he's not a son, even if he's raised as a pet, seems like a good decision. Anyway, there are no shortage of strange people in his bookstore. It wouldn't be impossible to have one more priest.

But Zhou Ze doesn't have a hoarding habit, and this priest is too dangerous. Zhou Ze doesn't know how long this "father-son" relationship can last, and he doesn't know when this priest will be able to "wake up" on his own.

Raising a dog is okay; at least a dog knows loyalty. But raising a poisonous snake would be a bit too much. He might really get bitten by it one day.

The priest's body began to slowly turn black. The black gas from Zhou Ze's fingertips was constantly pouring into his body, frantically destroying his muscles.

This torture lasted for about twenty seconds. The priest stopped moving, and his body had turned completely black and blue.

Zhou Ze retracted his fingernails, but at the same time, his other hand stretched forward, his palm clenched tightly.

"Ah!"

A black soul was grasped by Zhou Ze. It was the priest's face, twisted with struggle, and boundless anger.

Because he couldn't imagine that his final ending would be like this, voluntarily offering himself up in such a shameful way, offering his neck to the other party and waiting for their execution.

This ending was too stifling and too uncomfortable. He was really unwilling, very, very unwilling.

He still had other means, some other secret techniques. Even if the situation was really critical, it wasn't like he didn't have a chance to escape death.

"Yingying." Zhou Ze called out.

"Here, Boss."

"Find some gasoline and burn his body for me."

"Okay, Boss."

Zhou Ze casually took out a small stack of ghost money from his pocket and burned it with a lighter.

This could ensure that no outsiders would come and see him when he was destroying the corpse in the community, and no one would accidentally break in.

Ghost money can be used to exchange for money, but it can also offset trouble. This kind of usage, where you haven't done anything wrong but are just trying to avoid trouble, has always been smooth.

The priest's soul was still struggling non-stop in Zhou Ze's palm. After struggling for a while, he began to beg again.

Even when these kinds of figures die, their souls are somewhat different from ordinary people.

Zhou Ze ignored him and kept him.

Bai Yingying found the gasoline, put it on the ground, and then silently walked out.

After a while, Bai Yingying walked back again. She carried a barbecue grill over and placed the barbecue grill on the side.

Zhou Ze was stunned.

The little loli was also stunned.

Zhou Ze pointed to the barbecue grill and asked:

"What does this mean?"

Bai Yingying was a little dazed and looked up to ask Zhou Ze: "Boss, aren't we barbecuing him?"

"Do you like to eat this?" Zhou Ze pointed to the priest's body on the side.

Bai Yingying shook her head, "Boss, didn't you say you wanted to mix the ashes with rice?"

As she spoke, Bai Yingying took out a bag from the side.

"I even bought rice specially."

"..." Zhou Ze.

The little loli laughed like a pig on the side.

Zhou Ze really wanted to stroke Bai Yingying's head and ask her softly if she was doing it on purpose.

But he gave up, because Bai Yingying was really the kind of person who might take his "exaggerated metaphor" in anger seriously.

At least, you have no reason to blame her for this.

"I didn't finish the second half of my sentence." Zhou Ze said.

"Huh?" Bai Yingying.

"I'm going to mix his ashes with rice and then feed it to my Yingying as a midnight snack."

The expression on Bai Yingying's face suddenly became wonderful.

"Let's burn it first, and then find a public toilet to throw the ashes away." Zhou Ze stopped teasing the female zombie.

It couldn't be blamed on Zhou Ze for being so concerned about the ashes, because ordinary people can't experience the kind of thing where their ashes are stolen and then they go to the thief to take revenge.

So, let's handle it specially. Since you stole my ashes, then I'll retaliate with your ashes too. An eye for an eye.

Bai Yingying began to pour gasoline on the priest's body. The priest's soul was rushing around anxiously at this time, but Zhou Ze just let him watch from the side.

"Boss, I'm lighting the fire."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Bai Yingying lit the fire, and the priest's body began to burn. For a time, the smell of barbecue wafted through the air.

A sense of despair was transmitted from the priest's soul.

However, as it burned, Zhou Ze suddenly noticed something was wrong and took a step forward.

Bai Yingying also revealed a surprised voice, because she saw the body in the fire slowly sitting up.

"Boss, will the body do this when it's burned?" Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze.

Why ask Zhou Ze?

Because Zhou Ze has experience.

In fact, theoretically speaking, the corpse suddenly twitching or suddenly sitting up when it is being burned can also be explained by science.

Zhou Ze didn't have time to explain,

Because soon there would be no need to make any scientific explanations.

The body didn't just sit up,

It freaking stood up.

Here, take a pen.

How can this be explained?

The corpse walked out of the flames. He was still carrying flames on his body and was still burning. His clothes had long since burned away, and his skin had long since become horrible to look at.

But he still walked out. His eyes were always closed, even though his entire face had long since been a bloody mess of pits and bumps. But when he walked out of the fire, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the eye sockets,

There was emptiness,

But soon, two green halos emerged, carrying a special luster.

For some reason, when this guy came out, Zhou Ze and him had a feeling of telepathy, as if this guy was another himself, without any impurities, very pure.

"Um..."

He opened his mouth,

But couldn't utter any words.

The priest's soul clenched in Zhou Ze's palm was very excited at this time. He had succeeded! His research had actually succeeded at this time in such an unexpected way!

However,

Zhou Ze raised him up,

And then,

Released his hand.

The priest was stunned for a moment.

Was he just freed like this?

"Um..."

But in the next moment,

The corpse suddenly moved. He opened his mouth, revealing black fangs inside, and bit directly at the priest's soul, then frantically tore at it.

The priest didn't even have time to scream before being torn to pieces by his own corpse in an extremely brutal way!

After doing all this,

The corpse raised its head again, looking at Zhou Ze,

The two people just looked at each other like that;

And then,

The corpse silently bent down,

On one knee,

Knelt down.