If you looked closely, you could see ten bloody fingerprints on Zhou Ze’s head. Some places still had blood dripping down, tracing paths along his ears and chin.

The usually aloof Boss Zhou, who preferred to turn a blind eye to everything, was rarely ever this flustered and anxious.

In his past life, he had diligently cherished every moment and opportunity, striving to climb higher.

In this life, he was content to be a lazy bum.

He originally thought he could live like this with detachment, that he had nothing to worry about or cherish.

This kind of life was quite good.

People scorned the homeless for their poverty, yet they envied those who could afford luxurious self-funded trips, setting off on a whim.

Boss Zhou belonged to the latter.

But right now,

He was desperate.

He was panicked.

It was as if something precious in his life

Was gradually slipping away.

As the song went, you only knew to cherish something after you lost it; it was a common problem for most people, oh, most men.

Zhou Ze couldn’t forget the playful scene of Bai Yingying secretly going downstairs and stirring his water with her tongue.

Nor could he forget the slightly sweet taste when he drank the water.

Even more so, he couldn’t forget the feeling of falling asleep with his head on her lap while she carefully massaged him.

Even the various styles of bamboo beds that Bai Yingying designed for him for the next Cold Clothing Festival were inadvertently discovered by Zhou Ze while he was using the computer.

The day before yesterday,

Bai Yingying took her money to the club to pay for him to “solicit prostitutes,” which made Zhou Ze’s liver ache a little but also made him feel very gratified and touched.

This,

Adorable,

Silly girl.

“Bang!”

He pushed open the office door.

Zhou Ze saw three scattered talismans on the ground.

He looked up and surveyed the surroundings. Qu Zhenzhen sat motionless in front of the computer, while Bai Yingying, who should have been sitting next to her playing games, was nowhere to be found.

Zhou Ze rushed to Qu Zhenzhen and tore off the talisman on her chest.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!”

Qu Zhenzhen began to scream wildly.

She was like a woman driven mad by solitary confinement, using this method to vent her inner anxiety and fear.

In her state, he couldn't ask her anything.

Many people in the internet café stood up to look at the situation. Most of them thought Zhou Ze had done something to the counter girl. Two men in undershirts even stood up and walked towards them, planning to be heroes and save the damsel in distress.

“Hey, bro, what's the big deal? Bullying a woman.”

Zhou Ze turned to leave.

“Hey, you're just leaving? So cowardly? Want to leave? No way. Explain yourself…”

Zhou Ze suddenly turned around and stabbed the man directly in the arm. The man immediately fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

The other two who had planned to be heroes and save the damsel in distress were instantly stunned by the scene. No one dared to take a step forward.

Zhou Ze rushed out of the internet café and into the street.

He could vaguely sense that Yingying was nearby, but there must be a very advanced illusion array here.

His fingernails quickly grew out.

Then, he plunged them into the ground.

Strands of black mist began to spread from his fingertips, sinking into the ground. Then, in the direction diagonally in front of Zhou Ze, the black mist seemed to be blocked, unable to penetrate.

It was there!

At this time, Zhou Ze had no time to think about the old Taoist and the monkey. He didn't even have time to think about Xu Qinglang and the Deadpool on the second floor. In his mind, there was only Bai Yingying.

It wasn't favoritism.

It was instinct.

People always worried about what they truly loved and relied on at the most critical moments.

Zhou Ze rushed in that direction, his fingernails raised, and slashed down!

There was nothing in front of him.

At least for now,

He couldn't see anything.

But Zhou Ze knew that there was a barrier blocking it. Boss Zhou was no longer the Amon of yesteryear; he had experienced a lot of these things.

His fingernails seemed to tear through a non-existent membrane.

The things in front of him twisted for a while.

Some changes occurred.

A series of streetlights had long been broken.

On the ground,

There were blood and scorch marks everywhere.

A jade flute suspended Bai Yingying.

She was crying miserably.

Especially that terrifying wound,

Was shocking.

The dark figure stood beside Bai Yingying, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Ze, who had suddenly appeared.

He was a little surprised.

Because he knew the power of those three talismans.

Unless the building collapsed, it was impossible for the person sealed in the room to sense the situation outside.

He didn't kill ghost messengers.

That's why he deliberately isolated Zhou Ze.

But Zhou Ze still came.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked at Zhou Ze as if he were looking at an ungrateful person who didn’t know what was good for him.

He didn't want to kill ghost messengers.

But that didn't mean he couldn't kill ghost messengers, nor did it mean he didn't dare to kill ghost messengers.

If the ghost messenger really wanted to collude with demons and heretics,

Then it was only right that he became an object to be "upholding justice on behalf of Heaven,"

And eradicate him!

Yes,

That's right,

With great principles to support it, it could be explained.

The dark figure felt a weight lifted from his heart, and his gaze became firm.

“You came, wanting to…say something to me?”

The dark figure asked.

Zhou Ze ignored him and rushed towards Bai Yingying.

Unusually,

The dark figure did not stop Zhou Ze, allowing Zhou Ze to run to Bai Yingying's side.

Zhou Ze's hand was placed on Bai Yingying's face.

He looked at everything in disbelief. The girl who had always been innocent and liked to "cry" to him was now tortured like this.

And when she was experiencing this kind of pain and torture,

He,

He,

He was actually drinking upstairs!

Shame,

Guilt,

Anger,

Constantly tormented Zhou Ze's heart, filling him with an unimaginable sense of self-blame.

He was the one who wanted to live a carefree life, he was the one who wanted to live aimlessly, he was the one who liked to be so lazy and perfunctory.

He was also mentally prepared to be indifferent to anything,

No matter what happened in the future,

He would bear it himself, as long as he could live comfortably and easily right now, he didn't care about anything else.

But why,

Why didn't things come at him,

But at the people around him?

Bai Yingying opened her eyes weakly. Her eyes were a little cloudy, not as bright as before. She saw Zhou Ze.

She didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, didn't ask for protection in grievance, and didn't blame Zhou Ze for taking so long to arrive.

She just used her remaining strength to remind him:

“Boss…be careful of his…flute…”

Zhou Ze's eyes carefully swept over Bai Yingying,

Especially when he saw the huge wound on her neck,

He was about to let out an angry roar!

“Are you looking for this?”

The dark figure smiled and stretched out his hand.

In his palm, a round and translucent corpse pill was floating gently.

“You raised her by your side, probably for this;

Sorry, I'm upholding justice on behalf of Heaven. This thing now belongs to me.

You are a ghost messenger, but you don't think about your responsibilities. Instead, you raise zombies and protect demons. This little loss is my punishment for you. It's not too much, is it?"

Zhou Ze turned to look at the old man.

He wanted to ask "why," wanted to ask "who are you," wanted to ask "where did I offend you," wanted to ask "why are you doing this."

But the words came to his lips,

But he didn't ask.

Because at this time,

Any words,

Any excessive words,

Any redundancy,

Seemed meaningless.

Yingying had been tortured like this,

What else did he need to ask?

There was no need to ask,

Really, there was no need to ask.

“You go. In the future, do your own thing. Leave this zombie here. I still want to peel off her skin for other uses.

She was born of filth. Being able to make a little contribution to the righteous path can be regarded as me accumulating virtue for her.”

“Accumulating virtue?”

Zhou Ze looked at the dark figure blankly,

And then,

He started walking,

Walking towards the dark figure.

“What…do you mean…”

The dark figure asked.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

He continued to walk towards him.

“The demons and monsters in your bookstore are almost wiped out by me. I'm…helping you.”

“Helping me?”

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward.

“Hehe, it seems you’re very angry.”

“Angry?”

Seeing Zhou Ze constantly approaching him, the killing intent on his body was so strong that it could almost turn into water droplets, he was a little puzzled.

Puzzled why this ghost messenger was so ungrateful.

Then, he felt angry.

Angry that this little ghost messenger didn't appreciate his kindness.

He was determined

To side with demons and heretics.

“What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to talk to me in this attitude?”

The sound of the flute rang out.

Instantly piercing Zhou Ze's eardrums.

An expression of extreme pain appeared on Zhou Ze's face.

In an instant,

It was as if the sky was spinning and the earth was turning.

Bai Yingying had reminded Zhou Ze to be careful of the flute.

But,

Zhou Ze didn't take it to heart at all.

He didn't pay attention.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze had let down Bai Yingying's reminder,

Nor was it because Zhou Ze was blinded by anger and was careless,

But because in that instant of seeing Bai Yingying's miserable state,

Zhou Ze already knew what he should do.

Fear?

Awe?

Worry?

Watchdog?

Dog meat soup?

Replacement?

Substituting one thing for another?

To hell with it all!

At this time,

Zhou Ze only had one thought in his mind:

Use every possible means, pay any price,

Even if it meant falling into the Avici Hell forever,

He would make this dark figure,

Make this old thing,

Be reduced to ashes,

Have his soul devoured alive,

And return the torture Yingying had just suffered at his hands,

Tenfold,

A hundredfold,

A thousandfold,

A millionfold!

In the extremely painful state created by the flute,

Zhou Ze stopped.

He silently placed the index finger of his left hand on the position of his forehead.

He was very calm.

As calm as knocking on the door of his next-door neighbor,

Saying:

It's going to rain, please help him collect the wheat that is drying in the threshing ground.

At the same time,

Zhou Ze closed his eyes.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his entire temperament changed dramatically in an instant.

He mocked:

“Heh…aren’t you afraid of me…awakening…and…doing everything possible…not wanting me…to awaken…”

Faced with this change,

The dark figure was a little confused at first.

But soon,

He seemed to understand something.

He immediately said:

“Yes, he’s ignorant. You should be sensible, right?”

Zhou Ze raised his head in confusion and looked at the dark figure in front of him.

Then, he pointed his finger at the guy in front of him.

He asked in disbelief:

“What kind of thing do you think you are, daring to talk to me in this attitude?”