Chapter 144 Last Words

"Creak..."

The old Daoist pushed open the dormitory door that was slightly ajar and poked his head in.

"Boss?"

However, the room was empty. This was Wang Baogang's dorm. The old Daoist had asked in the dorm administration office where Zhou Ze, the crew-cut kid, had gone, and they'd said he was here.

But where was he?

The old Daoist scratched his head. There was no way the boss would leave without saying anything. Had he gone upstairs?

The old Daoist started up the stairs. Actually, this dorm building housed a lot of people. Six floors, with thirty or forty dorms on each floor, each dorm crammed with eight students. Just imagine how many people that was.

But at night, the damp environment and the nearly silent hallways gave you a chilling feeling. It was a strange disparity.

You were clearly surrounded by people, but you were still afraid.

And tonight, that feeling seemed even more intense.

The old Daoist had just gone up a flight of stairs when he saw a student standing in front of him. The student was wearing a yellow sweater and holding something that looked like a drawing board, staring at him without moving.

"What are you looking at? Go back to sleep!"

The old Daoist scolded, sounding just like a dorm supervisor.

The student nodded, turned around, and walked into the wall at the stairwell.

"Uh..."

The old Daoist smacked his lips.

Damn it,

Was this a school or a ghost realm?

Was this dorm supervisor job about managing students or playing a ghost escape game?

His hand

reached into his pants and pulled out a yellow talisman. The old Daoist sniffed it. The scent of the ancestral talisman paper gave him a great sense of security.

The next moment, the old Daoist didn't rush to move. Instead, he took out his phone to call the boss.

Boss, I found the ghost you've been searching for!

However, after dialing the number, the phone showed no signal.

Damn it, this is bad.

The old Daoist slowly retreated, preparing to shout. At this point, he didn't care if he disturbed the motherland's precious flowers from sleeping, or about his own pride. Without Zhou Ze around, the old Daoist felt very insecure.

But just as the old Daoist opened his throat, before he could make a sound, he felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't shout at all. He almost passed out.

Immediately, beads of sweat began to appear on the old Daoist's forehead. He knew that the ghost had targeted him.

Crap,

What's the big deal in bullying a Bronze-level? If you've got the guts, go find the deceased!

In his heart, the old Daoist intimately greeted the female ancestors of this ghost who bullied the weak and feared the strong, then turned around without hesitation, preparing to go downstairs.

Can't afford to provoke it, can't afford to provoke it,

I can avoid it!

Who knew that as soon as the old Daoist went downstairs, he saw the steps under his feet suddenly become twisted, uneven in height. The old Daoist slipped and fell directly down. Fortunately, he was nimble, otherwise another old man would have been preparing for his funeral after such a fall.

But even so, the old Daoist still suffered a bruised nose and swollen face.

When he struggled to stand up, he saw the boy in the yellow sweater holding the drawing board still standing in front of him.

He was looking at him,

And,

The pen in his hand seemed to be drawing something on the drawing board.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. The old Daoist directly held up the talisman in his hand and charged forward, ready to go down in flames!

However, before he couldn't get down the stairs, now he couldn't get up. The old Daoist kept running on the stairs, but always kept about two meters away from the boy, unable to get closer.

The old Daoist simply took flight, jumped up, and threw the talisman in his hand.

The boy raised his head.

His eyes were empty. He raised his hand, and the pen in his hand suddenly stabbed out, turning into a thick stroke of ink, instantly dyeing the bright yellow talisman black.

Seeing this, the old Daoist felt despair. His ancestral talisman had been so easily neutralized by this ghost.

It's over,

It's over!

The jumping old Daoist fell heavily on the stairs, and his whole body "thumped" down.

The boy slowly walked down.

The old Daoist struggled to raise his head, watching the other party constantly approaching him.

At this moment, the most beautiful and wonderful sound in the world, and also the sound that made the old Daoist's eyes fill with tears, rang out.

"Oh, you're here."

Boss Zhou's voice came.

The old Daoist's heart, which had been ashen, suddenly filled with hope!

The boy turned to the side, saw Zhou Ze behind him, frowned slightly, as if a little helpless, and a little headache.

Then, the boy started walking towards the wall, intending to hide himself again. He seemed to have no interest in fighting Zhou Ze, and he knew how difficult this man who had entered this dormitory building for the first time today was to deal with.

But how could Zhou Ze let him leave so easily? His fingernails directly embedded themselves into the wall. Zhou Ze took a step back, exerted force with his arms, and pulled back violently!

"Bang!"

The boy was dragged out and fell onto the stairs. The drawing board and pen fell to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The boy's originally empty eyes revealed a dark red color. He was angry, he was furious. Before this, he felt that he had given Zhou Ze a lot of face, but Zhou Ze, was being shameless.

"Hiss..."

A scene that surprised Zhou Ze appeared. In front of him, he actually heard the sound of paper tearing. Then, Zhou Ze saw the sleeves on his arm tear open, and then his flesh split open, with blood flowing non-stop.

Zhou Ze began to retreat. After retreating a certain distance, the previous damage disappeared, and even Zhou Ze's injured arm recovered as before.

What exactly was going on?

Taking advantage of Zhou Ze's entanglement with the ghost, the old Daoist climbed up and prepared to run away, but the boy seemed to be staring only at him, and instantly appeared in front of him.

"%……￥￥##@@……!"

Bullying an honest man!

The old Daoist cursed directly in his heart.

"Pfft..."

A pen,

directly pierced into the old Daoist's chest. The old Daoist looked down in shock, and he saw the wound on his chest constantly expanding, and scarlet blood began to spread out non-stop, dyeing his entire Daoist robe red at an astonishing speed!

"Thump..."

The old Daoist knelt on the ground, covering the wound with both hands, watching the blood constantly overflowing onto the ground.

He felt very unreal, very unreal. Although he knew there were risks in going out to catch ghosts with the boss, he really didn't expect that he would die here!

Himself,

was he just going to die like this?

Die in this dormitory building?

Zhou Ze had already rushed over. The boy glanced at Zhou Ze, seemingly not planning to continue to attack, or perhaps having some scruples, and once again drilled into the nearby wall.

Just as Zhou Ze was planning to continue chasing and grab the boy out again in the same way,

he discovered that his trouser leg was grabbed by a pair of hands.

He lowered his head,

and saw,

it was the old Daoist.

The old Daoist's blood-stained hands hugged Zhou Ze's trouser leg,

constantly wiping his snot and tears on it.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

strongly suppressing the urge to slap this old fool to death first!

For a person with mysophobia, the old Daoist's current behavior

was like carrying a dung basket and running around the street,

courting death.

"Boss, I can't do it, I can't do it, don't chase anymore, let me say my last words before chasing, I'm afraid I won't have the chance."

At this time, the old Daoist didn't care whether Zhou Ze was going to catch ghosts or not. He knew that he couldn't last long. He was afraid that Zhou Ze would come back after catching the ghost and he would already be cold, and he wouldn't even have had time to explain his last words and affairs, which would be too much of a loss.

"Boss, there's a small box under the bed in my bookstore room, and there's also a box of ancestral paper talismans inside. There are three bank cards in the interlayer, and the password is the last six digits of my phone number. There's not much money, only about a million or so..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

The old Daoist suddenly trembled. He sensed a surge of killing intent, seemingly coming from his boss.

The old Daoist's heart immediately warmed.

Sigh,

Don't look at the boss usually being ruthless and not caring about anything. When he sees his good buddy, good brother, good friend, and soulmate about to leave,

he's also angry,

He probably can't wait to kill that ghost right now to avenge him.

Sigh,

Time will tell.

The old Daoist sighed in his heart.

What he didn't know was that when Zhou Ze heard the old Daoist say "there's not much money, only about a million or so,"

a thought appeared in his mind: should he take advantage of the situation and kill this old Daoist and then seize his property?

If the old Daoist knew the truth, he would probably directly cough up a mouthful of blood and die.

"Burn the talismans in front of my grave, you can keep two for yourself.

Boss, after I die, please donate the money to children in mountainous areas, you can also keep two for yourself, but don't keep too many.

Also, after I die, please notify Mr. Liang in Shanghai and let him also attend my memorial service, after all, it can be considered a fate.

Of course,

Boss, if you and Mr. Liang really can't bear to part with me, you can storm into hell together and rescue my soul, I won't mind!

Even if I can't enter reincarnation, I'm willing to make sacrifices and return to the mortal world to continue accompanying you!

Through thick and thin, I will wait for you!"

Zhou Ze really couldn't listen anymore.

Storm into hell?

And for you?

"Boss, I can't bear to part with you, although your temper is really bad, and you're very selfish, and you're also a scoundrel, and you don't earn much money, so I've always been too embarrassed to ask you for a salary."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Although you're very perverted, always seriously asking Yingying to serve you while you take a bath, and I heard Xu Meiren say that you also have problems in that area..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

Why haven't you died yet?

Should I help you along?

You should die sooner rather than later,

otherwise I really can't help but kill you.

The old Daoist sobbed and continued, "But in reality, you're not a bad person, although you have many flaws, you still have advantages, like... uh... like..."

The old Daoist reached out and scratched his head.

It's so hard,

Like what?

Just then, the old Daoist lost his balance and fell down, rolling out of the place where he was kneeling. In an instant, the old Daoist discovered that all the injuries on his body had disappeared, and he had become clean!

He didn't have to die?

"Boss, I'm okay, I don't have to die!"

The old Daoist was so excited that he forgot himself,

and then he saw Zhou Ze wiggling his fingers at him,

"What did you just say, I didn't hear clearly, say it again."