“Crunch… crunch… crunch…”

The woman’s face ceaselessly rubbed against the door, even drool flowed out, carrying an undisguised impatience.

She was truly hungry.

Just like a large pet dog at home preparing for mealtime, it couldn’t wait to pounce on you, pawing at the ground, forcibly suppressing its eagerness.

Zhou Ze turned on the faucet, splashing the cold water inside onto his face. He needed to calm down, especially at this moment, calmness was particularly important.

Firstly, this should no longer be some kind of illusion.

But precisely because it wasn’t an illusion, it felt even more terrifying and incomprehensible.

Although Zhou Ze was a ghost messenger, he still found it somewhat difficult to accept this kind of situation appearing in the real world.

Especially since his greatest reliance had actually run into the mirror, and he couldn’t hear what he was shouting or cursing.

If Zhou Ze could post on WeChat Moments now,

It would definitely be:

I am Zhou Ze,

I am currently panicking like hell.

The old Daoist's talisman paper had already burned most of it, just that little bit left.

Closing the toilet lid, Zhou Ze sat down on the toilet, slowly closing his eyes. He needed silence, he needed calmness.

If he couldn't survive without the help of that consciousness, then what was the point of all this struggle? He might as well obediently wait for the other party to wake up and complete the handover.

A person's most reliable reliance is still oneself.

“Hoo… hoo…”

Taking deep breaths, calming the emotions within his heart.

Because his eyes were closed, Zhou Ze didn't see that the figure in the mirror, after seeing Zhou Ze calmly sit down, gradually stopped struggling, roaring, and cursing. Instead, he also began to stand still calmly.

Outside, there was a woman waiting for dinner. Boss Zhou didn't know that the woman outside was a Bai Gu Jing (White Bone Demon), a contradictory existence that was neither ghost nor demon.

She was originally something born from absurdity.

"Bang!"

The last bit of talisman paper burned away, turning into ashes.

At the same time,

The door was kicked open,

The woman rushed in, wielding a cleaver in both hands.

Zhou Ze suddenly opened his eyes,

The samurai armor appeared on his body.

The reason he hadn't summoned the armor before was because he was confident in his strength when he awakened that consciousness and entered a zombie state, capable of instantly killing everything.

Now,

He needed to unleash and utilize his power as completely as possible.

"Clang! Clang!"

The cleaver was frantically smashed onto the armor. The terrifying impact nearly made Zhou Ze fall to the ground, and terrifying dents even appeared on the armor. Heaven knows how strong this woman's strength was!

Even an ordinary cleaver, when wielded by her, could probably instantly kill a bull.

"Snap!"

Zhou Ze's fingernails latched onto the other party's wrist, then he quickly stepped aside and pushed forward, pushing the woman to the other side.

The woman's face and chest pressed against the bathroom wall tiles, writhing continuously. The clothes on her body had already torn before, but now, no normal man could appreciate this kind of "beauty."

Many people say that to appreciate a person, you have to look at their inner self, not just their appearance.

But when you really tear open the bloody surface and let you see the inner self thoroughly,

You will feel,

It's better to look at the skin,

It's better to look at the appearance!

"Dinner time!"

The woman propped herself up against the wall with both arms, pushing backward. The tiles on the wall began to crack, like a spider web, extending continuously.

Zhou Ze's left fingernails transformed into scythes, directly piercing into the woman's lower back.

The woman didn't feel pain, nor did she scream. She even turned her head back, continuing to look at Zhou Ze with drool flowing.

As if saying,

You're so naughty!

"Get down!"

Zhou Ze pressed down with all his strength, even including his own weight. The woman's upper body was forced down, and her face, with not much flesh left, was forcibly pushed by Zhou Ze into the toilet bowl.

The woman began to struggle desperately.

She wanted to get up,

Wanted to grab Zhou Ze,

Wanted to enjoy her feast today!

But Zhou Ze's two pairs of long fingernails were like steel bars, trapping her body. It was like a stapler, clamping her down here.

The space in the bathroom was just that big, and with the presence of the toilet, Zhou Ze was able to use the space to restrict the woman.

The woman's struggle continued,

The sound of fingernails rubbing against bones was so ear-piercing.

As she struggled, Zhou Ze could see blood slowly seeping out from the position of his fingernails. Clearly, his fingernails were starting to give way.

In *Journey to the West*, if Tang Sanzang hadn't repeatedly held him back, Sun Wukong could have killed the White Bone Demon with one strike. So most people think that the White Bone Demon can only change appearances to deceive people, and there's nothing great about it.

But Boss Zhou wasn't Sun Wukong. The one in front of him really had a feeling of being "impervious to knives and spears". The bones were like high-strength alloy.

You must know that Boss Zhou's fingernails used to be sharp enough to "cut iron like mud", but every time they rubbed against her, they could only leave a shallow white mark on her bones, not even a groove!

"What to do!"

Zhou Ze shouted.

In the bathroom, there were only him and this woman,

However,

Zhou Ze knew,

There was another one in the mirror.

If Boss Zhou couldn't hold on tonight and really became this woman's meal, it wouldn't just be Zhou Ze who died.

Before, why did the other party force himself to wake up and help every time Zhou Ze was in danger?

That was exactly the reason,

He and Zhou Ze were actually one person. If Zhou Ze was finished, so was he.

So even if he had to pay a great cost and price every time he woke up,

He still had to wake up again and again to clean up Zhou Ze's mess.

The Zhou Ze in the mirror reached out his hand,

Like peeling a banana,

Slowly peeling away the skin and flesh from his fingers, revealing bone-chilling white bones.

Everything,

Seemed so smooth,

So quiet.

This tranquility was not only reflected in the detail of no sound,

But the kind of feeling towards the body,

Towards flesh and blood,

Towards pain,

Disregard!

Then,

He put the white bone finger into his mouth and began to suck on it slowly,

Like sitting in a barbecue restaurant eating a string of bone and meat connected together, with chili powder sprinkled on top.

"Crunch... crunch..."

That crispness,

That refreshingness,

The one in the mirror,

Actually started performing iron pot stew…

Oh no,

He was performing eating himself!

He ate very intently,

Ate very attentively,

Then,

He waved to Zhou Ze,

Among his five fingers,

One was already missing,

And that one was still being chewed and savored in his mouth.

Eating himself?

Zhou Ze thought.

Eating himself to increase strength?

Is this a zombie secret technique?

The expression on the face of Zhou Ze in the mirror suddenly changed.

He should have heard Zhou Ze's inner thoughts,

Although he was now in the mirror, he and Zhou Ze were still connected.

He started roaring and cursing frantically again,

As if he couldn't wait to tear this idiot apart!

It was just a pity that he couldn't leave the mirror, couldn't come back,

Otherwise, he might really drag Zhou Ze to be buried with him!

Not eating himself?

Then eating what?

Zhou Ze lowered his head,

Looking at the woman who was temporarily unable to escape from the bathroom toilet, pinned down by his two "scythes."

Too heavy, right…

Boss Zhou wasn't someone who was too picky about food. In his previous life, he came from an orphanage and wasn't too particular about what he ate.

In this life, "eating" had been a huge problem for a long time. Being able to eat at all was already a blessing. As for eating well and drinking well, he wouldn't force it.

But after saying a thousand words and ten thousand words,

Eating this directly,

Was too unacceptable, right?

"Bang!"

A piercing pain attacked,

"Hiss…"

Zhou Ze was in so much pain that he almost jumped up,

The fingernail on his left pinky finger had actually snapped off directly, and the nail cap had flipped open, a bloody mess.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart,

Especially since Boss Zhou's fingernails were different from ordinary fingernails, the pain it brought was even more intense.

Originally, ten fingernails were only barely able to restrain the woman,

Now that one had broken off,

It was even more difficult to completely suppress the woman,

And she seemed to have been encouraged by this,

Struggling even more vigorously.

In the bathroom,

Came the hurried breathing of the white bone woman,

Carrying a strong rhythm,

She was constantly trying to stand up, turn her head back,

But every time she managed to stand up, she was pushed back down by Zhou Ze,

The contest between the two sides had continued until now.

There was no time to hesitate,

Nor could he hesitate any longer.

Zhou Ze opened his mouth,

And bit down directly on the woman's back!

His fangs had also long since gone back,

After all, he simply had no way to enter the zombie state now,

And in addition,

These bones were so hard that even his fingernails couldn't cut out any marks, so relying on his teeth, was it possible?

Only less than a third of the woman's back was still connected by flesh and blood. The rest of the area had long been only white bones, but the white bones still had a disgusting white mucus remaining, like a specimen soaked in formalin.

Zhou Ze bit down on one of the other party's bones,

This time he bit down without holding back any strength at all, and didn't dare to hold back.

"Squeak squeak squeak…"

Teeth rubbed against the other party's bones continuously,

Zhou Ze's nose twinged with pain, and tears fell from his eyes.

He couldn't bite through,

Damn it!

What the hell kind of method was this!

Could it be that he had to throw the woman into an iron pot and boil her open,

Or stir-fry her in soy sauce?

But was that possible?

He was about to lose control of this woman himself.

If he let her escape,

He would be the one steamed or braised in soy sauce, just like how the woman had hugged him into the kitchen after the dance just now.

She must have been a particular person when she was alive,

Not liking to simply drink blood raw,

Liking exquisitely cooked food.

But in the next moment,

When the saliva in Zhou Ze's mouth secreted out and stained the woman's bones,

In a daze,

Zhou Ze felt that the bones he was biting on,

Seemed to have been softened a little,

His teeth seemed to have pierced in a little bit.

Was this an illusion?

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The monthly ticket total list is thirteenth,

Two hundred monthly tickets away from tenth place,

Seeking monthly tickets!

Dragon today,

Continues to erupt!