Chapter 143 The Plot Thickens

Boss Zhou didn't think of himself as a particularly good-tempered person.

Even though he liked to lie in the sun and bask,

Enjoying a lazy, wasted existence,

The truth was, if the merit points reward for capturing this evil ghost hadn't been so substantial, he wouldn't have driven three hours to Changzhou, enduring such "travel fatigue."

Dude,

Aren't you taking things a bit too far?

I noticed you were trembling along with the bell,

But I didn't pay much attention,

And yet, you're escalating!

Taking a deep breath,

Zhou Ze stood up.

The identity of the middle-aged man opposite him was now obvious. Changzhou only had three ghost messengers: one at home cleaning up corpses as a janitor,

Two indulging in pleasure and doing nothing at the club.

Now, suddenly, a guy who was trembling like him but also possessed a living human body appeared. What he was was self-evident.

It was like a European or American police officer who wasn't very responsible,

About to clock out and go home,

Seeing someone on the street harassing a woman, he initially didn't plan to intervene,

But then he looked closer and realized the person being harassed was his own daughter.

The middle-aged man stood up and hurriedly apologized to Zhou Ze, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my apologies..."

However,

Zhou Ze simply reached out and brushed the remaining tea leaves from his face, then suddenly grabbed the other man's neck.

"Ugh..."

The middle-aged man began to struggle instinctively,

And the nearby tea drinkers and waiters looked over.

"Police, arresting a fugitive!"

Zhou Ze shouted.

Everyone was momentarily stunned. In a street where acts of chivalry were already rare, naturally, no one would step forward, especially since the "conflict" was between two men, not a pretty young woman.

Zhou Ze simply walked out of the teahouse with the middle-aged man's nape firmly in his grip.

The back of a person's neck is actually very vulnerable. If you don't believe it, try it. If someone grabs you there hard, the pain is enough to make you dizzy.

Once outside the teahouse, Zhou Ze planned to find a secluded corner to extract the guy's soul and send it to hell, too lazy to go back to Liu Chuyu's house.

But the captured middle-aged man seemed to have mistaken Zhou Ze for someone from the underworld, constantly begging for mercy and offering to pay the "big boss" compensation for the clothes and so on.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but smile. How could he think this guy was so foolish? How could a soul-stealing stowaway who had possessed a body be so simple-minded?

"Bang!"

He tossed the man into the trash pile in the alley corner, and Zhou Ze flicked his left hand, his nails growing longer. But as Zhou Ze prepared to peel away his soul,

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and began to mutter something.

This wasn't an illusion, but in an instant, Zhou Ze felt his legs become incredibly heavy, his center of gravity unstable, swaying on the spot, on the verge of collapsing.

The middle-aged man's simple-minded demeanor vanished, replaced by an unrestrained arrogance.

He was laughing.

He was laughing happily.

After standing up from the trash heap, he even straightened his clothes and leaned in close to Zhou Ze, saying:

"You're a ghost messenger, aren't you?"

Zhou Ze stared at him.

"Heh heh, some people, you can't catch."

The man raised his head,

Making a "Hah-phooey..." sound,

Preparing to spit phlegm,

At whom,

Was obvious.

In an instant,

Black mist rose from the tips of Zhou Ze's ten fingers. As the black mist spread, Zhou Ze's body, which had been restrained by some special will, instantly felt lighter.

"Pfft!"

Before the middle-aged man could spit out the phlegm, Zhou Ze had already cut a gash in his neck with his fingernails, and blood immediately gushed out.

The man staggered backward, one hand clutching his neck, staring at Zhou Ze in disbelief.

Some playboy sons of officials always think that their families have connections and they can disregard grassroots police officers,

But little do they know,

That the grassroots policeman they've encountered is himself the son of an official who has come down to experience life.

The middle-aged man immediately ran backward, ignoring the blood that continued to gush from his neck.

Zhou Ze twisted his neck, causing a crisp sound, and immediately gave chase.

More than the so-called merit points, for Zhou Ze at the moment, it was the fact that the guy had been about to spit phlegm at him that was more intolerable.

A person with severe cleanliness issues,

If he were really spat on with phlegm,

He'd rather be killed!

The middle-aged man knew he couldn't run far, and behind him, a wisp of black mist was rapidly approaching him, trying to trap him.

The man gritted his teeth, glanced ahead, and then screamed as he rushed into the temple gate.

At the entrance of the temple, a novice monk and several pilgrims were chatting about something. When this blood-covered man rushed in, several female pilgrims screamed, and the fair-skinned novice monk, who was pretending to sweep the floor while eagerly taking photos with the female pilgrims, sat down on the ground with a thud.

The Buddhist temple was supposed to be a place of peace and quiet, with polite pilgrims speaking in low voices. Where had they ever seen such a bloody scene?

Zhou Ze frowned, hesitated for a moment, but still raised his foot and chased into the temple gate.

At this time, you really couldn't care about so much.

Even if Buddha was angry, Boss Zhou had to take down this evil ghost,

To send you to hell,

And boil you in oil a hundred times over!

The middle-aged man ran aimlessly into the depths of the temple, looking back at Zhou Ze chasing after him, passing through the Grand Hall.

When Zhou Ze passed through the Grand Hall, he deliberately looked up at the Buddha statue. He was really a little worried that one of the Buddha statues would suddenly move and directly unleash a demon-subduing staff at him!

But it seemed he was overthinking things. The Buddha statue remained quietly still.

Behind it was the living quarters of several monks and novice monks, a small bungalow dormitory.

The middle-aged man directly kicked open the door of a wing room,

Zhou Ze chased straight in.

This time,

This guy couldn't escape, right!

Boss Zhou wasn't afraid of making a scene,

He was trying to eliminate an evil ghost, not actually wielding a weapon to kill a "person." At worst, he'd burn more ghost money later, and first vent the anger in his chest.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

First, a man's scream came from the wing room. It must be a monk inside taking a nap.

Immediately afterward,

Again,

"Ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!"

A woman's scream came from the wing room,

High-pitched,

Passionate,

Resonant,

Melodious!

Zhou Ze stumbled,

How could there be a woman here?

Okay,

Although being a monk was just a profession now, and the better the temple, the higher the requirements to be a monk, even requiring a bachelor's or graduate degree. Otherwise, wanting to shave your head and enter the temple for free food and lodging was impossible.

But this temple was unusual. How could it be so undisciplined?

When Zhou Ze went inside and looked,

He saw a fat monk with a large head and ears, shirtless, pinned to the edge of the mat by the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had just smashed a vase, one hand still covering the wound on his neck, while the other held a piece of porcelain shard against the fat monk's neck.

And on the other side of the mat stood a woman dressed in leather clothing, a queen outfit. Beside the woman's feet, a black leather whip lay on the ground.

The fat monk didn't resist,

Because he couldn't resist either,

Because he was tied with a thick, long red rope.

Heaven and earth could bear witness,

And Zhou Ze was also certain,

That the middle-aged man was already at his wit's end, injured as he was.

Even if he were healthy, he couldn't have tied the man up so securely in the less than ten seconds it took them to enter the room!

This fat monk was clearly already bound and lying there,

Seeming to be playing some indecent little game.

The woman was still screaming, screaming so much that Zhou Ze felt annoyed. His eyes, slightly tinged with ink, swept over the woman, and she immediately stopped screaming.

Immediately,

The woman's gaze fell on Zhou Ze's nails,

The right hand was okay, the nails were just a little long,

But the left hand,

What the hell were those scythe-like, thick, and hard nails!

A Wolverine cosplay?

"Get out!"

Zhou Ze shouted in a low voice.

The woman immediately rushed out from Zhou Ze's side, not daring to delay for even a moment. Even if the clothes she was wearing were a little inappropriate, she couldn't care less. She would run out naked without hesitation.

These three in the room,

Were all freaks and perverts!

Zhou Ze's gaze swept toward the middle-aged man who was still trying to stop the bleeding but kept failing,

The man watched Zhou Ze while gently scraping the fat monk's chubby neck with the sharp porcelain shard, already making many bloody cuts.

The fat monk was trembling with fear, tears welling up in his eyes, obviously terrified.

Zhou Ze licked his lips,

The script wasn't right.

Before, outside the temple, he could still feel uncomfortable when he heard the sound of the bells, which meant that this temple was a bit spiritual, that there should be eminent monks inside.

But damn,

What kind of bullshit eminent monk was this!

Thinking about how he had been sitting outside drinking tea while silently enduring the pain brought by the sound of the bells,

As if his body and mind had been sublimated,

And looking at the fat monk in front of him,

Boss Zhou suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

"Don't come over, if you come over again, I'll... I'll kill him!"

The middle-aged man shouted,

He was waiting,

He was waiting for someone to come and save him,

He had sneaked out while that person wasn't around. Now, that person should have noticed, right?

The fat monk kept winking at Zhou Ze, begging Zhou Ze to back away quickly so that his life as a hostage wouldn't be threatened.

Zhou Ze silently took out a cigarette,

Lit it,

Took a deep puff,

Exhaled a smoke ring,

Then habitually flicked off the ash,

Seeing that the middle-aged man and the fat monk were both looking at him, seemingly waiting for him to reply,

Zhou Ze shrugged his shoulders, a little puzzled, and said:

"Why don't you hurry up and kill him? If you kill this monk, I'll send you to hell.

Hurry up,

If you don't kill him, I will!"