“How……does……it……taste?”

“Not bad.”

Zhou Ze's chest began to heave, and he shook his head, like a drunk man. He was dizzy and uncomfortable, a dreamlike feeling, as if his consciousness was being torn apart.

Instinctively,

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward,

His fingernails were long, and the tips dragged on the ground, creating a string of sparks as they scraped along.

As he walked,

It seemed that in the hotel's backyard,

Everyone else had disappeared,

Leaving only himself.

It was a strange feeling,

Somewhat like when you're driving tired, and when you realize it, you've already driven a long distance. You don't remember if you were speeding or if you ran any red lights.

You start to feel scared afterward,

That if you had an accident just now, you might have hit someone.

Many drivers have had this experience,

Where for a moment, your brain seems to enter a "sleep" state, but you still do what you're supposed to do.

Zhou Ze was like that now. He didn't even look at the four Xuzhou local ghost servants standing in front of him, but walked towards them. He was still pondering his own problems, even at this inappropriate time.

But he couldn't control himself.

“Let’s go together!”

The female ghost servant with black circles around her eyes shouted.

In this situation,

The most correct choice would be to retreat and escape, if you were thinking about self-preservation.

But not all ghost servants are willing to live like those paper figures floating on the surface of the lake near the Lake Heart Pavilion.

Everyone enjoys themselves,

And they’re open-minded.

Especially when one of their companions has already died, and the other party has clearly identified themselves as ghost servants from another city, if they just leave like this, they will never be able to hold their heads up in this circle again.

Most importantly,

It's because the other party came with ill intentions, first ambushing, then killing ghost servants, clearly making a big deal out of it. If even that old man is caught or killed, and this matter is reported to the higher-ups.

These Xuzhou local ghost servants won't be able to escape responsibility either,

Even if they don't die here,

There will be envoys from the underworld coming out of hell to arrest them and bring them to justice.

These Xuzhou local ghost servants were already tied to the same rope as that sunglasses-wearing old man.

This was also forced by Zhou Ze's attitude,

Perhaps this is why most politicians like to negotiate and reach agreements in private,

Because once things are out in the open,

It means that neither side has a way out.

But wanting Zhou Ze to honestly contact the local ghost servants, persuade them with reason and emotion, or bargain with that sunglasses-wearing old man to cough up some blood to compensate for his losses in Tongcheng,

Was also unrealistic.

Boss Zhou was simply there to fight,

To vent his anger,

To let it all out,

If he were still being coy, putting on a false front, and haggling,

How suffocating would that be?

It's not that no one at the bookstore understands these things, but Lawyer An deliberately helped his boss, fueling the fire and making the whole thing as radical as possible.

However,

When he saw the immortals around him subdue the second man in a suit,

While pinching the seal, Lawyer An glanced out of the corner of his eye,

His boss was slowly walking forward,

This feeling made Lawyer An feel a little strange, but he still focused on the matter at hand!

"Yin Division has order, the law of death is merciless, break!"

…………

Of the remaining four local ghost servants,

Three of them charged towards Zhou Ze,

The woman in leather pants hesitated slightly, but also charged up.

She was very afraid, very worried that the Tongcheng policeman in the police uniform was also watching nearby, but "fear" doesn't solve problems, especially when a companion has already been lost. If she hesitated again, it would be the same as screwing over her three companions and herself.

Four ghost servants,

Charged over together,

But Zhou Ze was still walking forward slowly,

Without even changing his pace.

He was a little confused,

Feeling like something was wrong with him,

But what exactly was wrong,

He hadn't figured it out yet,

So he could only continue to ponder it.

In his body,

The Retribution Pen still floated there,

Tenaciously guarding its mission and task;

Actually,

The Retribution Pen felt quite sorry, because of Zhou Ze's own reasons, after recognizing its master, the only thing it could do, and all it could do, was to seal that one.

It could be said that if it hadn't happened to encounter him,

With the way Boss Zhou used to recklessly use cheat codes like they were free,

It would be hard to say if there would still be a Zhou salted fish now.

The "Seal" character below was still bright, stable, and exuding an aura of majesty;

But below the "Seal" character,

That face,

Was gradually revealing a mocking gloom.

"Suppress!"

The female ghost servant with black circles around her eyes shouted loudly,

This time,

Blood even began to drip from the corners of her eyes,

Having learned from the first lesson, this time she increased her strength, even exceeding her usual range of tolerance!

"Restrict!"

A male ghost servant spread his hands, and streams of white silk flowed out. This silk was very sharp, and even made tearing sounds as it floated in the air.

The woman in leather pants and another male ghost servant split into two groups,

Attacking Zhou Ze at the same time.

Zhou Ze felt like countless flies were "buzzing" around his ears,

Annoying,

Uncomfortable,

But he couldn't drive them away.

Then, a fishing net enveloped him.

Sticky,

Prickly,

A strange feeling.

“He’s trapped by me!”

The male ghost servant holding the silk threads shouted,

From his perspective,

Zhou Ze's whole body had already been trapped by his silk threads, and he had become a turtle in a jar!

"Pull!!!"

The male ghost servant growled,

Spreading his hands,

Instantly,

The silk threads binding Zhou Ze began to contract rapidly.

These silk threads were very sharp and rigid. Even rocks would be instantly cut into countless fragments here, let alone flesh and blood?

So sticky,

What the hell?

Zhou Ze shook his head,

Opened his eyes,

In his vision,

He found himself soaking in a container of formalin,

Like a cadaver in medical school.

A man in a white coat who looked exactly like him stood in front of him,

His gloves were still stained with blood,

His left hand held gauze, and his right hand held surgical forceps.

He was looking at himself,

While he was soaking in formalin.

They were both familiar scenes,

And,

They were both familiar smells.

Zhou Ze knew that these two were both himself.

One was the past,

And one was the current him.

"I'm tired."

The one in the white coat said.

"Mm."

Zhou Ze responded.

Yes,

Tired,

Coming out of the orphanage,

Enduring the indifference of society, enduring the humbleness of his origins, enduring the envy of seeing other people's parents accompanying them, enduring the lack of living expenses, enduring the depression of having to work during winter and summer vacations to earn tuition and living expenses;

Enduring the bitterness of rejecting poverty subsidies for the sake of face, only to curl up in a corner and silently scold himself for being stupid.

Enduring the constant struggle, the constant effort,

Winding his springs tightly, with no room for rest.

Climbing up in the hospital, climbing up in skills,

Working hard until his early thirties, buying a small two-bedroom apartment, draining all his savings.

So tired,

He really wanted to rest…

The Zhou Ze in the white coat clenched the surgical forceps in his hand and stabbed down at the Zhou Ze lying down.

But the forceps didn't pierce through,

But stopped near the surface of the skin.

"Splash!"

Zhou Ze sat up from the formalin,

Spreading his hands,

“You’re tired, take a break…”

The Zhou Ze in the white coat placed the forceps in Zhou Ze's hand,

Zhou Ze stood up,

Stepped out of the formalin,

Clutching the forceps in one hand,

And directly stabbed it into the Zhou Ze in the white coat!

…………

"Pull!!!"

However,

To the shock of the male ghost servant,

The silk threads he had always been so proud of did not completely shred the other party's body,

Or even,

Pierced through the other party's skin!

This,

How was this possible!

If you looked closely,

You could see a dark cyan tinge on Zhou Ze's skin,

His whole person seemed to have become slightly thinner,

At the corner of his mouth,

There was a faint bulge,

Hiding the fangs beneath!

Zombie flesh,

Undying and indestructible!

The silk threads were tightened very tightly, but they still couldn't go any further!

“Boss!”

Yingying in the distance saw this scene and shouted. Seeing that her boss was trapped, she immediately prepared to rush over, but the red shadow on her body followed closely, slowing her steps.

“Ahhhhhh! Get the hell away from me ahhhhhh!!!!”

In a fit of rage,

Yingying's hair began to scatter,

Her originally black and shiny hair turned into a dazzling white,

Her cute face was directly covered by coldness,

Her fingernails were blue, and at this time, baleful energy was swirling around them,

Directly tearing the red shadow from her body.

There seemed to be an old woman screaming in the red shadow, but she was still clinging to Yingying and wouldn't let go.

"Crap, the boss is going down!"

Across the pond, the old Daoist priest screamed. He touched his crotch, there were no more talismans. Even if there were, it would be too late. He couldn't perform the "Iron Palm Floating on Water" technique.

Lawyer An's gaze sharpened. After breaking the second black shadow, he immediately rushed over.

He hoped that Zhou Ze would rise up valiantly,

But he didn't want Zhou Ze to die in the process of rising up valiantly.

Damn it!

The woman in leather pants and one of her companions were already very close,

A layer of frost had already appeared on the palms of the woman in leather pants,

And her companion was one step faster,

Dark lightning was brewing in his palm,

Aiming straight at Zhou Ze's head, who was tied up there and unable to move!

The woman in leather pants could already imagine the scene of Zhou Ze's head exploding like a watermelon hitting the ground.

But at this moment,

A crisp "crack" sound came,

The woman in leather pants' body trembled, and she subconsciously slowed down her speed.

Zhou Ze was like a ghost,

Breaking free from the shackles of the silk threads as if taking a leisurely stroll,

Then taking a step forward,

Reaching out his hand casually.

"Puff!"

His companion's Palm Lightning was still raised high,

But Zhou Ze's five fingernails had completely pierced through his chest.

…………

“You’re tired, so rest, the past life, has already passed, right?

Good,

Rest well.”

In the darkness,

It seemed that only Zhou Ze and the Zhou Ze in the white coat were in front of him,

Zhou Ze clenched the surgical forceps tightly,

The surgical forceps had already pierced into the other party's chest,

"Rest well…"

Zhou Ze let out a sigh,

Raising his arm,

"Puff!"

The surgical forceps seemed to have turned into a sharp dagger, directly cutting the Zhou Ze in the white coat in front of him in half. Then, the white coat slowly began to dissipate,

Dissipating with a smile and relief.

…………

In the hotel's backyard,

Zhou Ze, who had just pierced the ghost servant's chest with his five fingernails,

Gently twisted his fingers,

A line of blood appeared from the bottom up,

Spreading all the way to the ghost servant's brow.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze was still standing in place, not moving,

And still maintained the action of stabbing with his fingernails,

And the ghost servant in front of him,

Had already been cut in half,

Two pieces of his body,

To the sides,

Quietly lying down on their sides;

"Bang!"

Falling on the ground at the same time.