One man and one woman were pressing down on him, restraining his soul, causing his body to fall into a kind of stiffness. But Boss Zhou didn't panic too much.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze was unyielding and would rather die than submit, but because he had figured it out. This pen was indeed very mysterious, so mysterious that the consciousness within him would not hesitate to expend its power to fight back against him in order to obtain it.

But what tricks did a beast have?

It couldn't directly kill him; it could only use enticement and hypnosis to make him fall. When that time came, it would be hard to say whether the person possessed the pen or the pen possessed the person.

In short, compared to physically eliminating the enemy, Boss Zhou found this method of trying to defeat the enemy mentally easier to accept.

For some reason, the tip of the pen suddenly began to tremble, and the man and woman suppressing Zhou Ze trembled along with it.

They had been constantly "persuading" him to surrender, shouting slogans.

But now,

the slogans seemed to be stuck on a tape,

repeating in a tremolo,

becoming very strange.

And this pen seemed to be stimulated by something. It was clearly stimulating Zhou Ze before, but now it seemed that the pen had become even more agitated.

The tip of the pen trembled不停地, and blood-red ink dripped from its tip, gradually covering Zhou Ze's chest.

This red ink was very hot, like tiny insects, actively seeping into Zhou Ze's body.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze gasped in pain.

The script was wrong.

Wasn't it supposed to be a mental breakdown?

Why was it back to the physical?

The entire change in rhythm started from Zhou Ze's "idiot" remark. It could be said that before and after these two words were shouted was a completely different dividing line.

The slogans disappeared,

and the man and woman also disappeared,

but Boss Zhou was now suffering countless times more than before.

Clearly, he had lost his restraints, clearly, he was no longer suppressed,

but the feeling on his body, as if ten thousand ants were biting and crawling all over the place,

really made him want to tear off his skin and flesh and spray insecticide on it.

"Ahhh!!!"

A low, suppressed cry of pain came from his throat.

Zhou Ze lay on the ground, his limbs twisting不停地. Many times, he almost couldn't help but use his fingernails to directly dig out the areas that had turned red.

But he hesitated a little, and in that brief moment of hesitation, Zhou Ze lost the chance to "cut off his wrist like a hero."

Because the spread of this red ink was too terrifying. If it was just cutting off his wrist at the beginning, now he would need to scrape the bone to remove the poison.

Even,

the area below Zhou Ze's chin was also covered by the red ink.

A strong sense of suffocation襲来.

Zhou Ze clutched his throat.

It was very uncomfortable.

If there was a rope around his neck, he would at least know to resist with his hands.

But now, the force tightening around him was under his skin.

What could he do?

Moreover,

the red ink was still spreading constantly. Zhou Ze's face also began to turn red, like an actor in a Peking opera, with makeup on.

In the end,

even Zhou Ze's eyes were stained by the red ink.

Before his eyes,

everything turned blood red.

His vision also began to blur.

...

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Three tremors came.

Zhou Ze raised his head

and found himself in a pool.

The pool water smelled of pungent alcohol.

Outside the pool, there were rows of barbecue racks, with various delicacies being grilled and turned.

In the distance,

a group of beautiful women were dancing gracefully,

their dances captivating,

enthralling.

Nearby,

beauties were crowding around, using their red lips as wine glasses, taking wine to lead him.

This was a living wine pool and meat forest!

What was going on?

First mental, then physical, then back to mental again?

Could you be a little more consistent?

Boss Zhou sat in the pool,

facing the surrounding beauties, facing the wine and meat,

he disdained it all.

Sitting there,

he remained calm.

Beauty is a man's poison. As the saying goes, heroes can't overcome the hurdle of beauty. The level of a man's determination lies in how much resistance he has when facing beauty.

And Boss Zhou was one of the best.

When it came to resistance to beautiful women,

everyone here

was nothing in front of Boss Zhou...

The white fox once tried to seduce Boss Zhou with this method,

but the boss still remained indifferent,

shocking the white fox!

Now,

these things

were just a drizzle.

Seeming to realize that this scene couldn't move Zhou Ze,

the scene immediately began to switch.

In an instant,

Zhou Ze stood on a tall pavilion.

Behind him,

a group of men and women in ancient costumes were kneeling.

And below,

there was a forest of weapons, with countless armored soldiers cheering in unison.

Zhou Ze raised his hand.

The sound below disappeared immediately, solemn and quiet.

Zhou Ze waved his hand again,

and the roar of the mountains and the tsunami began again!

Zhou Ze raised his hand.

It became quiet again.

Zhou Ze waved his hand again,

and cheers immediately erupted.

"Boring."

Zhou Ze rolled his eyes, and at the same time, he raised his head,

looking at the sky,

urging,

"Change the channel."

Suddenly,

the style of painting changed abruptly.

All around, there was rolling lava, thick black smoke filled the air, carrying a suffocating heat.

Countless ghost soldiers were escorting evil spirits through it. In the distance, there were more than a dozen documents floating in the air, with people sitting cross-legged behind them, holding pens.

Judging life and death, determining yin and yang.

And the position where Zhou Ze was sitting

was the highest level.

Looking down,

he found that the throne under him was made of accumulated bones. In some of the skulls, there were flattering ghost fires showing their favor to him.

Whether it was the ghost soldiers, the inspectors, or the judges, when they looked in his direction, they all carried a kind of reverence and fear.

Zhou Ze saw countless torture platforms, all kinds of unimaginable ways of torturing and abusing people. The so-called slow slicing in the human world and other cruel punishments didn't even have the qualifications to show their faces here, because they were too gentle.

Further away,

Zhou Ze also saw a huge bridge, all the way to the Yellow Springs, running through the underworld, and finally arriving there.

It wasn't an ordinary small bridge with flowing water and a simple house,

but a huge and magnificent one that blotted out the sky,

the Naihe Bridge.

So big?

And on the Naihe Bridge, there was a woman standing there. Zhou Ze couldn't see clearly what the woman looked like.

At this moment,

Zhou Ze really wanted to urge the pen.

Damn it,

aren't you trying to seduce me?

Hurry up,

zoom in over there,

let me see that face.

Is that Meng Po?

Have you seen her?

If you have, quickly give me a close-up.

The general records and impressions of Meng Po among the people are almost that of an old woman holding a broken bowl, squatting by the Naihe Bridge like a beggar, giving each ghost a sip of soup, so that they forget their past lives and begin a new life.

But the truth is definitely not like this. Meng Po is not that poor, and she probably wouldn't look that old.

However,

the woman's phantom had always been a phantom.

This pen

couldn't write out the woman's detailed appearance,

so Zhou Ze naturally couldn't see it.

Around the bone throne, fireflies began to gather, and two enchanting women walked out from the fireflies, facing away from Zhou Ze, and prostrated themselves.

It gave the feeling

that you could humiliate the entire hell here at any time.

Zhou Ze smiled,

but shook his head with a smile.

The picture changed again.

This time,

there were no grand scenes,

nor magnificent scenery.

Glass,

sunlight,

sofa,

even the coffee on the coffee table and the ironed newspaper were so familiar.

Here

was the bookstore,

the bookstore in the morning.

Zhou Ze was lying on the sofa in casual clothes,

picked up the coffee,

smelled it,

and took a sip.

Then he picked up the newspaper and flipped through it casually.

Outside the bookstore,

there was a group of ghosts,

lining up,

like the old ladies and old men who started lining up early in the morning for supermarket discounts.

This line formed a long dragon.

The ghosts held numbered tickets in their hands, and they lined up one by one to enter the bookstore.

There were men, women, old, and young, and even foreign friends of other skin colors who had come from afar, specifically to Tong City, preparing to go to hell.

All the ghosts were like pilgrims,

entering the bookstore one after another,

and offering all their underworld money.

Zhou Ze's Adam's apple moved subconsciously.

Damn it,

this scene really moved him!

But good times don't last long.

The picture changed again, this time not changing, but shattering!

"Hey, let me enjoy it for a while longer."

Zhou Ze was still a little unsatisfied.

That pen

clearly had just grabbed his weakness,

so why did it give up?

In a trance,

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked around, and found that he was lying on a flat boat. Below him was a turbulent black sea, emitting a strong aura of death.

In the distance in the air,

a writing brush was floating there.

The waves of the sea were constantly rolling, and it seemed that even a slightly larger wave could capsize him.

"Why choose him?"

A thunderous voice came from below.

Suddenly,

lightning and thunder began to flash above the sea.

Boss Zhou's poor little boat was really in danger.

This time,

Zhou Ze saw it clearly.

What was below was not a sea at all, but a human face,

a face

that was exactly the same as his own.

He was lying under the surface of the sea.

Compared to him,

he was really too small.

This was

the Sea of the Netherworld!

The huge face below was the consciousness within him.

Shabby,

the gap between rich and poor,

the terrifying distance in status and position,

Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

Only at this moment

did Zhou Ze realize

what true poverty was.

This kind of poverty was different from that of himself and Bai Yingying and Xu Qinglang.

This was a kind of poverty that had already surpassed the level of wealth.

The brush flew in the air, breaking through the barrier, and flew towards Zhou Ze.

Ignoring the one below.

"Why!

Why!"

The sea began to roar, began to roar!

He was the real body.

He was the real Ying Gou!

And this one in the small boat

was just a wisp of consciousness produced by his body during his long sleep!

The brush finally flew into Zhou Ze's hand,

gently nuzzling him as if trying to please him.

Zhou Ze suddenly discovered

that the lower end of the brush was engraved with a vigorous seal character,

"Sha!" (煞)

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

Damn it,

are you really called shabi (傻笔, idiot)?

chun jie di xiao long