After swallowing his corpse pellet back down, Bai Yingying's injuries were still severe, but at least her "source of vitality" was secured. As long as her origin remained, she could slowly recover in the future.

"Thump..."

Bai Yingying fell from the telephone pole, slowly closed her eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep. A faint luster flowed from her wounds, the power of the corpse pellet slowly helping her repair her body. Although it was slow, and might even come at the cost of her cultivation, things were at least developing in a positive direction.

Zhou Ze laid the old man's almost unrecognizable corpse on the ground. He sat down beside it, slowly lowering his head.

The evening breeze blew continuously, causing Zhou Ze's hair to flutter. He sat there silently, as if in a state of slumber.

In the distance, the little loli hesitated.

She felt that the consciousness should have fallen back into slumber. Now, the real Zhou Ze should have returned. But she didn't dare to go forward and confirm. Previously, even when she had adopted an extremely humble posture, she had almost been eaten by that guy. Even though he hadn't eaten her in the end, he had tossed her away like garbage.

This time, the little loli really didn't dare to risk it.

Because she could feel that when that consciousness looked at her, she only sensed a pure desire for food in his gaze, simply thinking about whether this food was delicious and suited his taste, completely disregarding her identity. Or perhaps it was because her identity was so insignificant that he didn't even need to care about it.

For example, would you think a lobster is much higher in status than a small yellow croaker, and therefore decide not to eat one of them?

Of course, one thing puzzled the little loli: why did that consciousness give the corpse pellet to Bai Yingying to eat when it awakened?

This was very illogical!

Could it be, entering a shop full of abalone, one no longer smells its stench after a long time?

Or, when you gaze at the salted fish in the abyss, is that salted fish also gazing at you?

Half an hour passed.

The little loli stood by the roadside flowerbed, enduring the wind for half an hour.

The foolish female zombie she had always looked down upon had long fallen asleep, but Zhou Ze also remained sitting there, motionless.

The hell, have you woken up or not?

I'm getting anxious waiting here!

The little loli bit her lip, the entanglement in her heart becoming more intense as time passed.

She wanted to see the old man, to see his corpse, to see what kind of deity he was. Over the years, he had been appearing in various places, and many ghost messengers had sent information about seeing him.

His identity had always been a mystery, such as who his master was, and how he had reached this stage.

At this moment, Zhou Ze silently reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth, then started fumbling for a lighter.

"%%%@###!!!!!!"

The little loli swore directly. He was obviously awake, but still posing!

Boss Zhou finally found the lighter.

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

The consciousness had fallen asleep again, and he had regained control of his body.

The only exception was that he hadn't fainted this time, and didn't seem to have many injuries.

But Zhou Ze didn't feel much joy, because it meant that the awakening of that consciousness was becoming more and more mature, and its own completion was also becoming more and more perfect.

Fortunately, the matter was resolved.

Yingying was okay,

That was all that mattered.

Before he could even take a puff of the cigarette, something wet smacked over, extinguishing the cigarette butt directly, even soaking the entire cigarette.

Zhou Ze was a little dazed. He turned around and saw the little loli walking over, pouting.

Then he realized what had just soaked his cigarette. He immediately threw the cigarette butt away with a look of disgust. Boss Zhou's functions in that area… no, at least his interests in that area were still normal. He didn't have any special fetish for loli.

"Hey, Zhou Ze!"

The arrogant and delicate nature of the little loli was evident. Perhaps she had been humiliated too severely in front of the other consciousness, so at this time she wanted to get back at him.

Although it was a bit self-deceptive, it was still human nature.

Every ghost messenger had their own personality, and this was the little loli's personality.

Zhou Ze made a "shush" gesture, signaling her to be quiet.

The little loli took a deep breath, not exploding.

Zhou Ze looked at Bai Yingying beside him, and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her ear. Her injuries were still very severe, and even with the corpse pellet, she couldn't recover quickly. Looking at these injuries, Zhou Ze felt a little heartache.

Every time he woke up from his berserk state, she was by his side,

"Umm-ing" and massaging him,

While carrying him to the bathroom to shower.

She knew he had a cleanliness obsession, so she had always been meticulous in this regard.

"She can't wake up now," the little loli reminded.

Zhou Ze shook his head, and pointed to the almost unrecognizable thing beside him, saying: "Don't wake him up."

"............" The little loli was speechless.

"Biu!"

The little loli's body fell limply, landing in Zhou Ze's arms, while her soul instantly flew into the distance.

That old man, he wasn't dead?

In this situation, the little loli began to instinctively protect her life.

Zhou Ze's consciousness when it awakened was terrifying, but wasn't this old man another kind of horror?

If even Zhou Ze's consciousness couldn't kill this old man, it was too scary, really too scary.

The old man didn't kill ghost messengers, but the premise was that Zhou Ze, this ghost messenger, had beaten him into a pig's head. Breaking the rule once wasn't impossible, was it?

Zhou Ze put the little loli's body aside, and slowly stood up. The feeling of weakness in his body was still very clear, but he still walked to the old man's side.

It was now difficult to tell which side was the old man's head and which side was his leg.

After being slammed countless times, the old man could have his flesh cut off and used to make bouncy meatballs, because the meat had been beaten so thoroughly.

But Zhou Ze remembered that when that consciousness fell back into slumber, it left him with a very short sentence:

"He's not dead."

This confused Zhou Ze, which was why he had been sitting there in a daze for half an hour after waking up.

For the first twenty-nine minutes, Zhou Ze had been cursing the consciousness within him.

As the saying goes, if you help someone, help them to the end. You beat someone up, but you don't finish them off. What are you leaving him for?

Don't you know that most villains in movies die because they talk too much and show off at the last moment? As a villain, you must kill the protagonist quickly when you can kill them, and never BB for another second.

Boss Zhou never thought of himself as a righteous person, so he had been a little panicked since he woke up.

It wasn't until the last minute that Zhou Ze sighed and prepared to light a cigarette to soothe his inner emotions.

The little loli stood in the distance, her figure a little illusory, a tall woman. This was her true form. To be honest, she was quite beautiful, just a bit thin, not as buxom as Bai Yingying.

Only young people liked those skinny young girls.

Real men understood how wonderful a slightly plump but not greasy type like Yingying really was.

Zhou Ze deeply knew the magical flavor bestowed by nature.

Zhou Ze didn't know why he was thinking about this kind of thing at this time, but he still reached out and flipped the old man's body over.

He was puzzled. The old man was clearly dead, dead as could be, so why did "that one" specifically tell him that he wasn't dead?

Was it a joke?

"That one" shouldn't be that bored.

The little loli mustered her courage again at this time and walked over.

Biu, she returned to her small body.

"He's dead?" the little loli asked.

"Yeah," Zhou Ze replied, "He's clearly dead."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze started rummaging through the old man's pockets. It was a disgusting process, given that the old man had been beaten into "bouncy meatballs" and his clothes were almost stuck to his flesh.

But Zhou Ze remained calm, tearing away the minced meat and slowly groping until he found the pocket.

Oh, there really was something inside.

He took it out and saw a household registration booklet and a letter of introduction from a work unit.

"The concept of an ID card didn't exist until the eighties," the little loli explained. "For a long time after liberation, there were no ID cards. People relied on household registration booklets and letters of introduction from their work units to prove their identity."

Ignoring the fact that she had just revealed her age, the little loli snatched the household registration booklet and the letter of introduction from Zhou Ze's hand and started reading them.

Of course, Zhou Ze wasn't surprised by the little loli's age. Although she inhabited the body of a little loli, and her soul appeared to be that of a beautiful young woman, she had told him about doing left-hand-to-right-hand deals before. Combining that with the era she had mentioned, she must have been at least thirty years old at that time.

So, the little loli's real age was likely that of a… lady.

"Liu Yuanfang, born in '42, so he's seventy-six years old this year. The letter of introduction from his work unit is blurred, but it seems to be from a farm. How could an employee of a farm become like this?"

"Don't rush."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze pulled out another thing from the old man's body. It was a black and white cover, a bit like a notice. He opened it to the front, and a line of words was revealed.

"What is this?" the little loli asked from the side.

"A death certificate, Liu Yuanfang, died of illness." Zhou Ze scratched his head, continuing in disbelief, "The date of death on it shows that this old man has been dead for forty-two years."

A person who had been dead for forty-two years had almost wiped out the entire bookstore just now. He was only a minute or two away from turning Boss Zhou into a lone commander.

"Could this thing be fake?"

"Carry a fake thing around with you? To use on the high-speed rail?" Zhou Ze asked rhetorically.

At this time, Boss Zhou began to stroke his chin, savoring the words left behind by that one before falling asleep:

He's not dead...