Actually,

Zhou Ze still didn't quite understand what was going on.

Before, he was the one who took the initiative to undo the seal, calling himself out when he encountered trouble.

That was how he was able to emerge.

But this time,

there was no sign whatsoever.

It was as if he opened his eyes,

and he was already awake,

and had taken control of this body.

The scheme of severing the three corpses to assimilate Zhou Ze hadn't succeeded. Instead, Zhou Ze had offered him a cigarette and told him to "rest,"

which only fueled his rage.

Then the sudden change in the situation

was the reason for his long silence when he first woke up.

At this moment,

Zhou Ze walked up to Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying looked at him with some fear,

at this face that she usually found so familiar.

Now,

she felt very afraid.

This fear was not only reflected in her emotional fluctuations,

but also on her face,

very clear,

very obvious.

After all,

fear of him

was imprinted in her bones and in her bloodline.

"Why... are you... afraid of me..."

Zhou Ze asked.

He didn't know why,

but he who prided himself on being able to face everything with indifference,

had a special feeling for this little zombie,

a kind of,

very strange sense of kinship.

Because of this kinship, he was curious and asked this question.

"Ah, um..."

Bai Yingying was momentarily speechless.

How was she supposed to answer that question?

The scene,

was a bit like two junior high school boys and girls,

the boy holding the girl's hand,

asking:

"Why don't you like me?"

But what shattered the image was that,

from Bai Yingying's perspective,

she wasn't facing a junior high school boy at all,

but her own ancestor!

Imagine,

suddenly one day,

you wake up,

and an old man, older than old, is sitting by your bed,

holding your hand,

telling you that he is your great-great-great-great-great-great... great-grandfather.

And this great-great-great-great-great-great... great-grandfather is asking you in all seriousness, "Why are you afraid of me?"

How would you feel?

"Tsk..."

Seeing that Bai Yingying didn't answer,

Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little bored.

He reached out

and placed his hand on Bai Yingying's forehead.

Bai Yingying didn't dare to move,

only feeling that the other person's palm was very cold,

colder than even her, a zombie!

"Hiss..."

A burst of throbbing pain came,

and Yingying closed her eyes.

When she opened them again,

she saw Zhou Ze pulling a golden thread from between her eyebrows and crushing it without hesitation.

These were the residual Buddhist attributes powers left in Yingying's body.

Immediately afterwards,

Bai Yingying was surprised to find that her body, which had been very uncomfortable, was now much lighter. She was still weak, but not as uncomfortable as before.

"Thank you..."

Zhou Ze looked at the female zombie in front of him,

closed his eyes,

as if thinking about something,

then opened them again,

and reached out to grab her hand.

Then,

before he could do anything,

he only felt his hand slip.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed,

seeming somewhat surprised,

somewhat unexpected.

For him, it was simply unbelievable!

The female zombie

had actually pulled her hand away.

She wouldn't let him hold it!

"Hehehe..."

Bai Yingying chuckled awkwardly.

So angry,

but she didn't dare to resist,

but she still had to pretend to be polite!

A red light flashed in Zhou Ze's eyes,

then he looked up,

forcibly suppressing it.

Bai Yingying only felt that the temperature around her had suddenly dropped in an instant, but quickly rose again.

As a zombie,

Bai Yingying experienced for the first time the impact of changes in temperature on her body.

She had never had this concept before!

Zhou Ze reached out again

and grasped Bai Yingying's hand.

He held it tightly,

with force.

Huh?

She still wanted to pull it away?

She actually dared to pull it away?

How dare she?

Still pulling?

You're still trying hard?

Still trying?

Still pulling?

Will it ever end!

Hiss...

Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

Bai Yingying was pulling hard, but she couldn't pull it out. His strength was so great.

Then,

Bai Yingying noticed that he was trembling.

Yes,

trembling.

Huh,

what was he trembling about?

Was he feeling unwell?

"Ah, it hurts!"

Before she could think too much,

Bai Yingying only felt a burst of stinging pain in the palm of her hand. Yingying's body usually felt soft and smooth to the touch, but in reality, it wasn't that easy to really hurt her.

The other person also let go of her hand.

Bai Yingying immediately opened her palm

and found that a deep wound had been pierced there by fingernails.

Bai Yingying bit her lip,

her eyes filled with tears.

She looked up at Zhou Ze, who was squatting beside her.

She really wanted to hit him,

but it seemed she really couldn't beat him!

Ahhhhh!

However,

what Bai Yingying didn't notice was that deep inside the wound in her palm, there were black things slowly flowing and gradually merging into her body, disappearing into nothingness.

Zhou Ze just looked at Bai Yingying like that.

He could clearly see anger and hatred in Bai Yingying's eyes,

which made him even more irritated.

He raised his hand,

and Yingying shrank her neck in fright

and closed her eyes.

If the ancestor wanted to hit you,

there was nothing you could do,

you could only endure it.

But he didn't slap her,

but put his hand down,

then,

stood up

and walked towards the dark-skinned girl who was bound by invisible chains.

The dark-skinned girl was lying on the road, her skin scraped in countless places, looking very miserable. She was closing her eyes and muttering to herself:

"He can't see me, he can't see me, he can't see me..."

People often mock ostriches for burying their heads in the sand to avoid danger, a self-deceiving behavior.

But it's just the pot calling the kettle black.

Most people have done similar things in their lives and work, even more experienced than ostriches.

Zhou Ze walked up to her,

standing.

"He can't see me, he can't see me, he can't see me..."

Then,

the dark-skinned girl stopped murmuring,

opened her eyes,

and reluctantly looked up,

looking at Zhou Ze standing in front of her.

He was standing very straight,

only his gaze was slightly downward,

looking down at her.

"Hehe... hehe... hehe..."

The dark-skinned girl grinned,

smiling politely and awkwardly.

At this time,

she didn't know what else to do besides react this way.

They were the knife and the chopping board,

what to do?

Even if she dug her grandma out of the vegetable garden now,

her grandma probably wouldn't know what to do at this time.

Zhou Ze didn't move or speak,

continuing to look down at her like this.

The atmosphere

fell into a stagnation,

and a tremendous pressure gathered from all directions.

The dark-skinned girl was suffering unspeakably.

She was just a poor little girl who planted flowers,

why treat her like this?

"Hehe... hehe... hehe..."

The dark-skinned girl smiled so much that she felt her mouth twitching,

and saliva began to drip down.

At this moment,

Zhou Ze suddenly squatted down.

The dark-skinned girl "whooshed" and sucked her saliva back,

looking at the man in front of her in great horror.

"You... this... appearance..."

"Hmm?"

"Cerebral... palsy...?"

"..." The dark-skinned girl.

Not long ago,

the dark-skinned girl was grabbing the man in front of her,

even reaching out to pat his chin,

laughing and shouting:

"Hey, he's got cerebral palsy!"

Streams of black smoke rose from behind Zhou Ze,

beginning to surround the dark-skinned girl.

Then,

Zhou Ze opened his palm,

and bottles and jars, colorful fruits and seeds, filled his entire palm.

The dark-skinned girl really had a lot of stuff on her.

Boss Zhou used to like groping living or dead people for something,

but with this one,

everything became simpler.

"These are all local specialties grown at home, without pesticides, harmless;

they're not worth much,

please accept them with a smile."

The dark-skinned girl immediately showed the face of a simple peasant,

dark skin,

sincere eyes,

resembling the "Little Girl Picking Wheat" in the song.

"Crack..."

Zhou Ze clenched his palm,

and the things he was holding instantly shattered!

"Uh..."

The dark-skinned girl's heart sank.

This meant

that the other person looked down on what she had grown.

From this, it could be seen

that the other person also looked down on her.

She knew how she treated things she didn't like. Usually, she would crush them and use them as fertilizer.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly,

the dark-skinned girl heard the man in front of her gasp.

She cautiously raised her head

and saw this arrogant, cold man clutching his chest with one hand,

kneeling on one knee on the ground,

as if he was having a heart attack.

It hurt,

he must be in a lot of pain,

he was so miserable!

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze squeezed his chest hard.

Damn it,

this sudden "heartache"

caught him off guard.

This time,

it even made him feel unable to stand,

and his body swayed.

The mad monk's vajra glare,

the dark-skinned girl's karma fire,

couldn't even make him frown,

but now,

he was in so much pain.

"Have a little... self-control... will you..."

Zhou Ze muttered to himself.

"What are you... keeping... this garbage... for..."

Zhou Ze raised his head,

gritting his teeth,

his eyes full of angry flames.

But what frustrated him the most was

that the person who made him hate and rage to the point of almost going crazy

was too close to him,

so close that he was inside his body.

He couldn't attack him at all, nor could he tear him apart.

Even,

he could only passively endure in frustration!

"It's not... over... is it..."

Zhou Ze warned.

"Hiss..."

His heart,

ached so much he couldn't breathe!

Zhou Ze suddenly lowered his head,

his crimson eyes staring at the dark-skinned girl lying in front of him.

The dark-skinned girl was startled, as if she was about to be devoured alive.

"Hey..."

Ah,

was he calling her?

Wasn't he talking to himself?

"Hey..."

Zhou Ze raised his voice.

"Ah, I'm here, I'm here!"

The dark-skinned girl replied immediately.

"Those..."

Zhou Ze pointed to the colorful dregs he had crushed on the ground,

and continued:

"Can they... still... be planted...?"