Master was stunned.

What the hell, Amitabha!

I'm the hostage!

The middle-aged man was also stunned,

There was even a hint of pleading in his eyes,

Could you,

Just,

Hesitate a little longer?

Taking another puff of his cigarette, Zhou Ze tossed the butt on the ground, crushed it with his shoe, and then charged forward.

Hostages,

In Zhou Ze's eyes,

Didn't exist.

In his previous life, when watching police and gangster movies, Zhou Ze was most annoyed by the scenes where robbers would take hostages and then waste time talking through a bunch of plot points, especially in some romance dramas.

"Hurry and leave, don't worry about me!" "Go, hurry!" "I'm not going!" "Go!" "I'm not going!" "Hurry and leave!"

When the middle-aged man saw Zhou Ze charging over, he didn't actually try to kill the fat monk, because he could tell that Zhou Ze really didn't care about the life of the hostage in his hand. And this fat monk was too fat; it would take some effort to pierce his neck with the shard and then cut it open, so it wouldn't be so easy to kill him.

Dropping the shard, the middle-aged man turned and ran backwards. This time, he attempted a difficult move, trying to smash through the window glass to escape.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came out,

The window didn't break,

The middle-aged man bounced back,

Crashing heavily to the ground.

The fat monk, lying on the ground in a tied-up position, turned his head and grinned:

"Bulletproof glass."

"............" The middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't have time to discuss with this dead fatty why the hell a temple wing room would have bulletproof glass for fun, because Zhou Ze was already closing in.

"Buzz!"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed instantly,

That familiar feeling of heaviness and stagnation attacked again,

But Zhou Ze, having learned from his previous experience, immediately pressed his palms together, and black mist instantly spread out, blocking himself and the middle-aged man.

That heavy feeling immediately dissipated.

Just as Zhou Ze rushed over, raising his hand to strike the back of this guy's head and extract the soul of the evil spirit,

Outside the wing room,

A suited man, covered in sweat, who had just arrived, immediately took off his gloves,

In an instant,

The flesh on the fingers of his left hand completely dissolved, revealing the pink bone of his hand. His fingertips clenched hard, making a slight grinding sound.

"Go in!"

Lawyer An shouted anxiously.

Inside the room,

Zhou Ze, who was about to strike, felt his vision blur,

The middle-aged man in front of him became blurry at once.

Damn it,

Can't you change it up a little?

It's still illusion after illusion?

Zhou Ze bit the tip of his tongue, desperately rubbing and clashing his ten fingernails together. A burst of stinging pain came from the base of his ten fingers. Ten fingers were connected to the heart; Zhou Ze was forcibly keeping himself awake.

Moreover, just like having antibodies after getting a contagious disease once, Zhou Ze had encountered countless illusions since his rebirth and return. His resistance to illusions was much stronger than ordinary people or even ordinary ghost messengers.

At that moment,

Zhou Ze only swayed slightly,

And didn't fall into the illusion.

The middle-aged man had been expecting Zhou Ze to get lost. He knew that person had arrived. Just like last night, he had unknowingly entered the illusion.

But Zhou Ze only swayed his body, and then, an even stronger blackness appeared in his eyes, and the raised palm came down again!

Outside the door,

Lawyer An only felt a pain in both eyes; the illusion had failed. The other side had endured it.

Subconsciously, Lawyer An wanted to rush in and save the person directly, but his body stopped abruptly at the door.

The difference between a supporting character and a bit part is that a bit part's brain only contains "courting death, courting death, and courting death."

Like those characters in the beginning of horror movies who, when the protagonist senses something is wrong, immediately say, "You're thinking too much; it must be an illusion," will probably receive their box lunch soon after.

But the supporting character knows when to stop.

Lawyer An didn't dare hope that he was the protagonist, and he didn't think he could become the protagonist. He was just one of the countless beings in the underworld. He had survived until now entirely because of his alertness. He never thought that he was lucky or had some kind of halo.

Because he had seen too many people with similar thoughts, and they had basically all died.

Therefore,

Lawyer An stopped his steps,

Bit his teeth hard,

That premonition was very strong,

Absolutely must not have a head-on conflict with Zhou Ze,

Absolutely not!

Even if this deal failed, even if he would be entangled in a lot of trouble because of it,

But being entangled in trouble was always better than being dead.

One step forward,

And then three steps back in a row,

I'll endure it!

If the Land God who had already been swallowed was still alive and here,

He would definitely be frantically cheering for Lawyer An.

However,

Just then,

The bell that had clearly stopped ringing before, actually rang again at this moment with a "boom boom boom"!

Urgent,

High frequency,

Disordered yet rapid!

"Dong!!!! Dong!!! Dong!!!"

This bell sound was several levels higher than when Boss Zhou was drinking tea before.

For a moment,

Boss Zhou only felt his head spinning and he knelt directly on the ground.

Outside the room,

Lawyer An, who had just succeeded in being cowardly, was also prostrate on the ground, his expression extremely painful.

Has the Buddha become angry?

Zhou Ze thought in his heart.

There's something wrong with this temple!

Lawyer An thought in his heart.

Zhou Ze knelt on the ground,

As the bell sound continued to ring,

Blue bailiff robes slowly appeared on his body,

Behind him was a circle, with the character "Yin" (陰, underworld) written on it,

In front was a frame, with the words "chai yi" (差役, yamen runner) written on it,

On his head, he also wore a short, low hat that obviously wasn't of much quality or sincerity.

His whole image was similar to that of a gate guard in a Qing Dynasty drama.

And Lawyer An outside the door,

A set of clothes also appeared on his body, but it was red and green, with much more vitality than Zhou Ze. An animal that looked like a *pixiu* was embroidered on his chest. The hat also had a hair crown, with two long ribbons fluttering on both sides.

It looked much more imposing than the bailiff in the room.

But he had a shackle on his body, fastening his neck and arms, so when he knelt down, his posture was much uglier than Zhou Ze's.

The shackle was very heavy, so heavy that when you knelt down, you could only stick your butt high in the air; it was really embarrassing.

Zhou Ze thought a master was ringing the bell,

Lawyer An also felt that a high monk must be warning them,

Warning them that these people are Yin creatures who trespassed into the Buddhist gate!

............

Three hundred meters away from the wing room, in the middle of the temple garden,

There was a pavilion,

A bell hung in the pavilion,

There was a sign at the door:

"Ring the bell, 100 yuan for 20 minutes! Ring away bad luck, usher in good fortune!"

A mother stood by, taking pictures of the father and son ringing the bell. A novice monk had just collected the money.

"My son is tired and can't push it anymore. Dad, you ring it more. We've already paid the money; you have to ring back what we paid!"

"Alright!"

The man immediately began ringing the bell more vigorously.

These people were all ordinary people, but every time the bell rang, the patterns on the big bell seemed to become clearer, vaguely emitting a faint light.

............

Compared to the miserable situation of Zhou Ze in the room and Lawyer An outside the room,

Although the middle-aged man still felt very painful, it was much lighter than Zhou Ze and Lawyer An. Perhaps it was because he was only an evil spirit and not an official runner. The bell's restraint on him was smaller.

In other words, it was like when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up first.

The middle-aged man struggled to get up. He didn't dare to provoke Zhou Ze again. Last time, Zhou Ze almost cut off his head with his fingernails; this time, he didn't dare to be reckless again.

He wanted to run,

He wanted to leave here,

That lawyer was right; this ghost messenger was not to be trifled with!

The middle-aged man staggered out of the wing room, just in time to see Lawyer An, who was lying at the door like he was waiting to be picked up for soap.

Lawyer An didn't even notice anyone coming out. At this time, his head was pressed low, and he couldn't lift it up at all.

The middle-aged man didn't help Lawyer An. He knew that Lawyer An had made a move before, but it was useless and couldn't stop that ghost messenger.

People,

Still have to rely on themselves.

Accompanied by the weakness caused by blood loss and the dizziness brought by the bell sound, the middle-aged man staggered for about a hundred meters, just in time to come to a small parking area inside the temple.

A young monk had just gotten out of the car and was on the phone. The car door was still open, and the car wasn't turned off.

The middle-aged man rushed up and got into the car.

The monk immediately shouted and rushed up, intending to drag this guy down.

The middle-aged man glared at him,

The monk only felt that his legs instantly felt like they were filled with lead, and he fell directly to the ground.

Shift gears,

Step on the gas,

Forward,

It had been a long time since he had driven,

A little rusty.

In his previous life, he had been a bus driver for more than ten years. The car was his second home.

The car started moving,

Very fast,

He didn't dare to delay,

Because he didn't know when this damn bell sound would stop,

If that ghost messenger chased him again, he wouldn't have a second chance to run away like this.

He was anxious,

Very anxious,

But his condition was really bad,

His vision was also blurry,

Because of blood loss, because of the bell sound,

This feeling of driving gave him a familiar feeling,

The last time he drove in his previous life was after he went to work drunk and caused a car accident because of his negligence.

Not only himself, but also several passengers on the bus lost their lives.

He was a little dazed, a little absent-minded,

But he still didn't dare to hesitate,

He didn't even dare to relax his foot on the gas pedal.

At the fastest speed,

Rush out,

Leave here,

Even,

Leave Changzhou!

See if he could have a chance to contact that lawyer after he left.

The car quickly rushed towards the gate,

However,

Just then,

A woman supporting an old lady wearing a kasaya and holding prayer beads happened to turn into the temple gate from the sidewalk at the entrance.

By the time the middle-aged man saw them, it was too late to brake,

Moreover,

He hadn't originally planned to brake.

But,

When he got closer,

He was suddenly stunned,

Then he quickly slammed on the brakes, but because his mind was too flustered by the bell sound, he actually stepped on the wrong pedal and hit the gas!

"Bang!"

The old lady in monk's robes was directly sent flying. The woman was fine, but she immediately rushed hysterically to the old lady who had been knocked to the ground,

Desperately shouting, "Grandma! Grandma!"

"Squeak..."

After hitting someone,

The middle-aged man finally slammed on the brakes,

The car,

Stopped,

He looked at the window beside him in a daze,

Looking at the woman who looked a bit like himself in his previous life,

Then he looked at the glaring red that was constantly flowing and spreading under the old nun,

The middle-aged man's lips trembled,

He called out in disbelief,

"Mom..."