Though Zhou Ze had left,

the prisoner with the "blood in the butt" wound, lying on the plank bed in the prison cell,

was still wide awake.

Wrapped in his blanket,

he'd peek out every now and then,

then, like a startled quail,

immediately shrink back again.

Of course,

he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to,

but according to past habits, he could use the meditation method taught to him by Lawyer An to alleviate the pain of not being able to sleep. Although the effect was definitely not as good or as pleasant as sleeping, it could still relieve the suffering of insomnia.

However,

this time, as soon as he closed his eyes,

he immediately thought of the scene he had witnessed from the window,

that ghost messenger,

his hawkish gaze fixed on himself,

and then inexplicably leaving.

Honestly,

even if that ghost messenger jumped in and gave him

a "smack"

across the face,

and roared,

"Sleep in a different position!"

he might have been able to keep a calmer state of mind.

He felt like a little white rabbit,

and the hunter had specially traveled over mountains and rivers to take a look at him, say "Good night and sweet dreams," and then left.

This feeling

was extremely strange.

…………

This feeling

was indeed extremely strange,

especially after Zhou Ze saw the pen.

It was as if, in the depths of his being, there was a venomous snake inside that pen, coiled up, flicking its tongue, waiting for him to approach.

Killing people for treasure was something Boss Zhou wasn't willing to do. There were quite a few xuanhuan books in his bookstore, and they were basically all about this trope. Boss Zhou felt that doing such a thing was in poor taste.

However,

in fact,

Boss Zhou was a perfect example of someone whose mouth said one thing but whose body did another.

On the surface, he said he wouldn't do it, resolutely wouldn't do it,

but in reality, when he encountered good things,

whether they were useful or not,

whether they were people or zombies,

whether they were men or women,

whether they were human or beast,

Boss Zhou wanted to bring them all home.

Wang Ke had analyzed Zhou Ze, saying that it was probably because he was afraid of being poor when he was a child, so he instinctively had an extremely strong possessive desire when he grew up. It could also be said that he had a collecting habit.

Only by hoarding could he gain a sense of security,

otherwise he would feel uneasy all day long.

The most typical example was Boss Zhou's Yin-Yang Compendium. He still didn't know how to use it specifically, and even the several Northeast great immortals imprisoned inside were still eating dirt in the corner.

He couldn't release them even if he wanted to.

However,

when faced with this pen,

Zhou Ze began to feel apprehensive.

Although it looked very simple and unadorned, simple and unadorned like the first Hero brand fountain pen Zhou Ze bought in elementary school.

But it felt a little prickly.

Boss Zhou hesitated a little.

He couldn't use the Yin-Yang Compendium, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment when he collected it at home. He couldn't control the Northeast great immortals, but he still felt proud when he took them in.

However,

the fountain pen in front of him

gave Zhou Ze an extremely dangerous feeling.

If he took it back,

he might lose his life.

Although he didn't know the specific reason, this premonition was very strong.

Take a deep breath,

take a deep breath,

take another breath,

keep breathing,

continue breathing,

and finally take one more breath!

Boss Zhou turned around,

leaving a dashing and decisive back view for the woman who was lying there quietly like a half-naked woman exposing a large area of white skin.

Yes,

Boss Zhou followed his heart,

and prepared to leave.

I don't care what kind of treasure you are or what wonderful uses you have,

I! Don't! Want! It!

It seemed that Zhou Ze had turned around too quickly and walked away too resolutely.

Even the pen was caught off guard,

and its body trembled slightly,

almost rolling off the table.

However,

Zhou Ze took two steps,

and stopped.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his hands instinctively clenched.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze was struggling psychologically, nor was it that he was reluctant to leave,

but because just as Zhou Ze gave up and prepared to leave,

the consciousness within his body suddenly began to activate.

Without Zhou Ze summoning him,

he actually took the initiative to exert his strength,

wanting to seize control of this body!

This had never happened before.

Was he preparing to usurp power?

Sweat dripped constantly from his forehead. Zhou Ze gritted his teeth and fought with that consciousness.

Even though he knew that letting him awaken would be detrimental to him, Zhou Ze still chose to drink poison to quench his thirst when faced with danger and unavoidable situations.

Now,

was the evil consequence

about to revive?

Slowly, Zhou Ze squatted down. The nails on his hands began to slowly lengthen, his skin also began to take on a dark cyan color, fangs grew out of the corners of his mouth, and in the depths of his eyes, a terrifying darkness was flowing incessantly.

"Take...this pen."

Zhou Ze's suppressed voice came.

But in the next moment, the blackness in Boss Zhou's eyes began to recede, and clarity reappeared.

"Why should I!"

Yes, why should he!

Although the two were mutually dependent, and often in the same trench, there was actually a very clear competitive relationship between them.

Zhou Ze didn't want the pen in the first place,

and now that the one within him wanted it,

he couldn't have it even more!

"Buzz!"

Blackness began to flood Zhou Ze's pupils again.

Zhou Ze said sternly:

"Take it!!!"

The next moment,

the darkness disappeared again, and clarity returned again.

"Impossible!!!"

If an outsider had seen this scene, they probably would have thought they had encountered a schizophrenic patient, muttering to himself in different tones and accents.

"Take it, it's useful!"

"Don't even think about it!!"

"You're a piece of trash!"

Damn it,

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

The nerve of him, he was even resorting to personal attacks!

"Aren't you a coward too? When the Naihe Bridge appeared before, you didn't even dare to reveal your aura!"

Huh?

What was the Naihe Bridge?

Why would I say Naihe Bridge?

Zhou Ze fell into contemplation, but he didn't have time to contemplate, because the violent aura of the consciousness within him was sweeping wildly through his mind.

"Take it, this pen, it's useful to me!"

"Keep dreaming!"

"Buzz!"

Strands of black mist suddenly swept over from all directions. Zhou Ze stretched out his hand towards the location of the fountain pen, and the black mist transformed into a sharp claw that swept over and restrained the fountain pen, flying towards him.

But in the next moment,

the look in Zhou Ze's eyes changed again.

The sharp claw changed direction, smashing the fountain pen hard against the wall!

"Clang!"

The fountain pen that hit the wall fell to the ground, making a heartbreaking sound.

But immediately,

the sharp claw reappeared, grabbing the fountain pen again, pulling it back!

But immediately afterwards,

the sharp claw lost control again, smashing the fountain pen hard on the ground.

"Clang!"

"............" the pen.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"@#￥%*!!!" the pen.

Finally,

the black mist dissipated.

The consciousness within Zhou Ze, after expending a great deal of power, unwillingly sank back into slumber.

"Take it...must take it...it's not the Judge's Pen...it's..."

Perhaps,

the consciousness within him didn't yet have the ability to go head-to-head with Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze could also comfort himself that, at least this body, this life, still belonged to him.

"Phew..."

He collapsed to the ground,

his entire body drenched in sweat.

The fountain pen had been smashed out of shape, and even the ink had been spilled out, lying on the ground in a miserable state.

Zhou Ze swallowed and slowly got up.

He couldn't have this thing.

However,

just at this moment,

a figure suddenly appeared next to the fountain pen. It was a woman, a strange yet familiar woman.

Men always have a sense of familiarity with beautiful women.

Hey,

beauty,

haven't we met somewhere before?

But in reality, this woman wasn't pretty.

Especially in her current state,

standing there,

with only a pale white color left in her eyes, like a marionette, completely losing herself, even, it could be said that she had been erased from herself.

After the woman appeared,

on the other side,

a man in prison uniform also appeared.

The man also stood there, his eyes blank.

The fountain pen began to tremble slightly, as if urging something.

Zhou Ze's eyes immediately widened.

Damn it,

this pen,

had intelligence!

Boss Zhou had a premonition that

if he happily brought this pen home today,

he might be standing next to these two people in a few months,

with a dull gaze,

lifeless eyes,

confused and muddled.

This was simply a curse.

Moreover, it seemed that even his memories, the memories of a living person, could be erased by this pen. This kind of influence was really terrifying.

The woman and the prisoner charged towards Zhou Ze together.

Zhou Ze swept his fingernails across, directly sending the two flying. But in the next moment, because Boss Zhou, who had just been fighting and exhausting himself internally, felt his legs weaken and knelt on the ground on one knee again.

And the two people who had just been torn apart by Zhou Ze's fingernails re-condensed again,

and continued to rush towards Zhou Ze numbly.

This time,

Zhou Ze didn't have time to react and was knocked away by the two of them, pinned to the ground.

They each held down Zhou Ze with one hand, and although they had no physical form, they gave people a strong sense of suppression on a spiritual level.

Zhou Ze prepared to accumulate strength to resist,

but just as he raised his chin, he saw the fountain pen that had fallen in the distance,

actually appearing at his chest at some point,

with the nib facing him.

"Take me away! I can make your dreams come true!"

"Take me away! I can make your wishes come true!"

"Take me away! I can give you everything you want!"

"Take me away! I can make it rain whenever you want!"

The man and the woman shouted non-stop at Zhou Ze,

as if this contained some kind of magic,

arousing all kinds of emotions in people's hearts, such as greed, anger, and hatred,

eager to possess it!

But Boss Zhou really had resistance to illusions,

and just now, the consciousness within him had been so eager for this pen that he didn't hesitate to expend his energy to rebel against Boss Zhou, but Boss Zhou had stubbornly refused to agree.

At this time, would chanting a few slogans make him change his mind?

If this thing was so useful, the comrades in the MLM industry would have ruled the world long ago.

But these two people were still shouting non-stop while suppressing Zhou Ze,

shouting so much that Zhou Ze felt annoyed,

and immediately cursed at the fountain pen in front of him:

"Moron!"