Chapter 197 Living in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Boss Zhou now felt like he was living in *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*,

Because in those stories, there were always female ghosts, foxes, or even female corpses that appeared inexplicably, fell in love with scholars for no apparent reason, and then gave birth to all sorts of bizarre outcomes.

Boss Zhou wasn't the scholar in the story, but he still wore a dumbfounded expression.

What on earth was going on?

He had just sent off the old Taoist and Zhang Yanfeng,

And was sitting on the sofa obediently waiting for Bai Yingying to bring over the woman's writings.

As for whether he could discover important clues or find out the truth about the female writer's death tonight, Zhou Ze wasn't sure. He'd leave it to fate.

However, he was thinking of having Yingying buy some red wine and groceries later,

So he could leisurely sit on the second floor of the villa, drinking wine and enjoying the breeze,

With Yingying giving him a shoulder massage on the side,

Enjoying the decadent life of a pre-liberation landlord.

Although this was a haunted house, even a ghost house, Boss Zhou himself was a ghost messenger, and Yingying was a zombie.

Entering a ghost house

Was as comforting as returning to his own home,

Like a street thug entering a detention center.

However,

The development of things took a bizarre turn,

No,

It was a parabola!

First of all,

Who was this woman?

Zhou Ze initially thought it was a coincidence, but now he could be sure that it was definitely not some ghostly coincidence.

At first, she seemed normal enough, but now, even though he had almost peeled the skin off her back, she was still hugging him tightly and dancing?

A coincidence?

Screw coincidences!

"My back is so cold,"

The female writer whispered into Zhou Ze's ear, like a spoiled girlfriend murmuring to you softly.

Zhou Ze felt like the world had lost all logic.

At this moment,

He had had enough,

He really had had enough.

Whether you're human or ghost, whatever you are,

I'm going to snap your neck!

His fingernails grew longer again, turning into scythe-like shapes, and Zhou Ze mercilessly stabbed them toward the woman's neck!

"Pfft..."

At first, there was the sound of metal piercing flesh,

But then it sounded like a drawn-out, slicing tune played on an *erhu* (a Chinese stringed instrument).

Zhou Ze felt like he was holding a saw, cutting through steel bars, not knowing whether he had a grudge against the saw or was just competing with himself.

His fingernails pierced through the woman's neck, and Zhou Ze kept thrusting back and forth,

But the woman was still dancing with Zhou Ze, lost in it, unable to extricate herself, like a sacred and indispensable ritual before a grand feast.

Heaven have mercy, Boss Zhou swore that even in his most miserable moments, he had never been so embarrassed.

This woman was simply a freak, impervious to reason, and even his fingernails didn't seem to faze her.

The dance steps began to quicken, the rhythm picked up, as if entering the final coda.

Zhou Ze stabbed the claws of his other hand into the woman's neck as well, the two pairs of fingernails, like two saws, deeply embedded in the woman's body.

Boss Zhou wasn't a butcher by trade, but after this back-and-forth sawing, there was really not much skin and flesh left on the woman's upper body, and in most places, the bones were directly exposed.

The bones were very white and smooth, and even Zhou Ze's sharp fingernails couldn't leave much of a mark on them.

"Huff..."

The woman tightened her arms around Zhou Ze.

"Darling, let's eat."

The dance ended,

Let's eat!

"Bang!"

Zhou Ze was dragged into the kitchen, and then he was pushed onto the sink. Generally speaking, this position was common in some adult films, but the positions of the male and female leads were a bit reversed at this moment.

The woman picked up a kitchen knife next to her.

Zhou Ze's pupils contracted instantly.

He knew that

Once the woman plunged the kitchen knife into his body, it would really be too late.

"Roar!"

A low growl

Emerged from the depths of Zhou Ze's throat.

Another consciousness was slowly awakening.

Immediately afterward,

Zhou Ze's skin began to shrivel, the circles around his eyes slowly sank, and two fangs grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant,

Zhou Ze's strength increased greatly, and he suddenly pulled out his fingernails, breaking free from the woman's embrace, while the kitchen knife in the woman's hand missed its target.

Zhou Ze got down from the sink and looked at the woman who was half human skin and half bones.

"Let's eat,"

The woman murmured, seemingly unaware of the changes that had taken place in the man in front of her.

Zhou Ze took a step forward,

And then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Something's not right,

Something's very wrong.

Zhou Ze looked at his hands.

This time's awakening,

Why was he the one in charge?

It was impossible for that consciousness to give up the initiative and give him the power.

Impossible,

That was impossible!

Before, when that consciousness awakened, Zhou Ze could only retreat to the background, watching that being go on a rampage, solve the danger in front of him, eat his fill, and then go back, and then Zhou Ze would come out again.

But this time,

Zhou Ze found that he had clearly awakened that consciousness, but why was he still the "driver"?

"Come on, let's eat!"

The woman lunged forward again.

Zhou Ze didn't have time to think about anything else and rushed forward proactively. Every time he let that consciousness awaken and turned himself into a zombie, it seemed that any problem in front of him was no longer a problem.

Therefore, Zhou Ze had a strong sense of confidence in this state.

However,

When the two sides collided,

Zhou Ze flew backward and crashed heavily onto the kitchen tiles, with several bloody scars appearing on his chest.

How was this possible?

What was going on?

The woman only staggered back a few steps and then charged up again, full of excitement.

Zhou Ze stood up. This time, he didn't dare to take it head-on, but chose to retreat. However, the woman's speed was too fast, and even though Zhou Ze clearly dodged, the kitchen knife held by her bony hands still swept across Zhou Ze's arm.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze gasped.

His arm was actually cut open at this moment, and blood was gushing out.

At the same time,

The fangs in his mouth were slowly retracting, and the skin that had just shriveled up not long ago was also regaining its laxity.

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ze couldn't help but mutter to himself.

This was indeed muttering to himself.

But no one answered him.

That consciousness seemed to have left his body,

Gone on a business trip?

Gone on vacation?

"Let's eat!"

The woman wielding the kitchen knife pressed closer again. Zhou Ze slammed the table in front of him to slow her down and then quickly rushed out of the kitchen, turned around, and entered the bathroom, immediately locking the bathroom door.

The bathroom was still filled with a foul stench, but Zhou Ze couldn't care less. In the face of a life-threatening situation, even cleanliness could be tolerated!

You could even shout, "It smells so good!"

"Crack!"

The bathroom door was directly pierced by a bony hand. Zhou Ze turned his head and saw that the old Taoist's talisman was still on the toilet lid, and he immediately took the talisman down without hesitation

And stuck it on the door.

The talisman began to burn,

The bony hand also turned red,

And even gave off a fragrance similar to "sweet and sour spare ribs",

Before retracting suddenly.

The woman dared not damage the door anymore, at least not for the time being. She just lowered her head, put her eye sockets to the crack she had just made, and stared at Zhou Ze inside:

"Hehe, wait... let's eat."

Zhou Ze glanced at the talisman,

And found that one-third of it had already burned away.

Damn it...

What on earth was going on!

Zhou Ze turned his face and looked at the mirror in the bathroom.

At this moment,

He was shocked to find that his reflection in the mirror was constantly roaring and struggling.

"You are..." Zhou Ze immediately realized, "How did you get inside!"

The Zhou Ze in the mirror was roaring desperately.

Zhou Ze couldn't hear the sound,

But probably,

Perhaps,

Possibly,

More or less,

He could guess that

He was cursing?

Zhou Ze's temper flared up as well.

Damn it,

You slipped away without saying a word, causing me to not even be able to unleash my ultimate skill.

And you still have the nerve to curse?

As if sensing what Zhou Ze was thinking,

The one in the mirror struggled and roared even more violently,

Estimating that if he could come out at this moment,

He would even have the heart to perish together and tear himself apart.

………………

"We're here, this is the place." The driver stopped the car. "Little girl, my car can't enter this residential area. You'll have to walk in from there."

"Okay, sir, let me settle the bill."

Bai Yingying got out of the car, and before she could walk a few steps, the driver shouted at her from behind:

"Hey, little sister, you left a book here."

Bai Yingying immediately ran back. The driver reached under the seat with difficulty to retrieve a book.

It must have been thrown down during a sudden stop earlier. Bai Yingying hadn't noticed it and missed this one.

"Hey, *Two-Faced Man*, a ghost story, right? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares when you read this, little girl?"

The driver joked good-naturedly.

This driver would be surprised if he knew that he was advising a zombie to read fewer ghost stories and avoid having nightmares.

"I'm bringing it to someone. Thank you, sir."

"I actually like reading ghost stories too, but I don't dare to read them when I'm driving at night. Let me see the summary here;

'Two consciousnesses live in one body.

They originally lived in one body, with conflicts, disputes, defenses, and unease.

But suddenly one day, after one of the consciousnesses was locked in the mirror,

The other,

Instead, begins to feel unaccustomed to this independent life that he originally craved,

And even begins to actively search for the other self who is imprisoned in the mirror...'"

The driver smacked his lips:

"Hehe, isn't this just schizophrenia?

They make it sound so mysterious. Nowadays, these novels are getting more and more gimmicky. They don't have the flavor of the *wuxia* (martial arts) books by Jin Yong and Gu Long that we read when we were young."

As he spoke, the driver handed the book to Bai Yingying.

"Off I go!"

"Goodbye, sir."

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