The corpses of three ghost soldiers
lay sprawled on the ground,
their deaths tragically gruesome.

Of course,
more gruesome than their appearances
was the fact that their souls were shattered along with their physical forms.

This was annihilation in the truest sense, leaving no chance for survival.

It was like a malicious foul in a soccer match, earning condemnation because everyone relied on their feet for a living; cutting off someone's livelihood was too cruel.

Similarly,
they were all ghost soldiers.

Destroying someone's physical form while annihilating their soul was utter extermination.

Compared to Zhou Ze, who remained with his eyes closed in a daze,
the leather-clad woman nearby could barely control her knees, instinctively wanting to kneel. But she dared not move a muscle, as if even the slightest motion might enrage the "sleeping" tiger, who would bare its fangs and tear her to shreds at any moment!

The woman with black halos in her pupils, standing further away, was also frozen in place.

If struggling offered a glimmer of hope, they might muster some courage.

But charging forward only resulted in being slaughtered like lambs.

This outcome
was enough to crush any courage.

Lawyer An, who was halfway there, instinctively stopped in his tracks.

He didn't know why,
but he felt a sense of dread.

Looking at Zhou Ze standing not far away, he didn't dare to approach.

It seemed
that if he went over, he might die too.

Zhou Ze didn't awaken the consciousness within him. Lawyer An had witnessed the aura of that consciousness when it emerged during the battle with the Xie Zhi doppelganger.

It was a true "I am the only one," that arrogance and dominance
defied description.

It was like a golden phoenix appearing in a chicken coop.
Who was the chicken, and who was the phoenix, was clear at a glance.

When he faced the Xie Zhi, trembling because of his status as a convict,
the other guy had simply shouted:

"Wangcai!"

Because he had been busy fighting, Lawyer An hadn't noticed when the first person was killed. But he had witnessed the next two deaths firsthand.

He was certain
that Zhou Ze's power hadn't increased.

There was no qualitative change.

If anything, it was only that the boss's soul had become more solid after wandering back, and he seemed to be able to unleash a bit of zombie state, but this didn't count as a qualitative change,

far from the terrifying power of being awakened and devouring the Xie Zhi doppelganger!

The reason he could kill the ghost soldiers so easily
was because his control over his power

had reached a terrifying, microscopic level.

The use of power, the analysis of the situation, the control of timing, all had reached the extreme. Although there was no pure stacking of power, the combat effect was worlds apart.

Looking at the boss's sleepy, not-quite-awake appearance,
Lawyer An couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"Is he... sleepwalking?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get the hell
away from me!"

Nearby,
Yingying, finally enraged, tore apart the red shadow that had been缠缠纠缠entangling her.

The "crack" sound
was sharp and pierced the eardrums.

As the red shadow was torn apart,
the old man in sunglasses also collapsed to his knees with a "thump."

Blood began to drip from his eyes, and two things that looked like children's marbles fell out, stained with dust on the ground, rolling around several times.

"Old woman... old woman..."

The old man in sunglasses muttered to himself,
his empty, blackened eye sockets
now looking so terrifying.

Refining one's wife into a puppet, hiding her in one's body to nourish her, using her as a bargaining chip for survival, was extreme ruthlessness.

Moreover,
this old man was very open-minded in his private life, taking his wife out to party with him, which was truly unimaginable.

"You die for me!"

Yingying, in a fit of rage, punched the old man.

Yingying had completely let go.
In front of Zhou Ze, she was an obedient and considerate servant, sincerely devoted in both body and mind. But to others, the female zombie's nature remained unchanged!

The old Daoist had lamented that if he could raise a zombie like Yingying, his life would be without regrets.

Lawyer An had scoffed, saying that an ordinary person would be eaten alive, with her picking her teeth next to their remains.

"Meow!"

"Hiss!"

"Doo!"

The three demons spoke up to stop her.

They had been watching from the side, preventing the old man from escaping.

Now that the old man's last life-saving puppet had been killed by Yingying, suffering a backlash, he naturally couldn't escape. They didn't dare to go down and take the punch directly when Yingying was about to kill him.

What a joke,

the female zombie's berserk state right now,

even if their true bodies were still here, it was still unknown if they could withstand it.

If their soul bodies went down to take the hit, they would be scattered 100%.

"Buzz!"

Yingying stopped her fist in mid-air.

She knew that keeping this old man alive would be more useful to the boss, and some things needed to be extracted from his mouth.

Raising her head,
Yingying was restraining the anger in her body.

To be precise,
she was forcibly suppressing the zombie nature she had just triggered due to anger.

Slowly,
her white hair began to turn black again,

the cold aura on her body began to fade away,

her dead eyes began to regain their brightness,

her body trembled slightly,

and she said in a trembling voice:

"Waaah,
I'm so angry,

I really, really, really...

really want to blow you up!"

………………

Xu Le died,

died quickly.

Zhou Ze didn't even bother to waste words with this guy.

But after Xu Le died,

the darkness still didn't dissipate.

The dream

seemed to continue.

Yes,

Zhou Ze had always thought that this was just a dream. He didn't know what the starting point of the dream was, nor did he understand where its destination was.

He occasionally read Daoist scriptures, but he read ancient tales of the strange and unusual the most, as a way to recharge himself.

Zhou Ze didn't understand what "slaying the three corpses" meant, nor did he expect to be doing it himself so inexplicably.

But to be honest,

the feeling of this dream

wasn't bad.

It seemed that every time he killed himself,

he felt a little more relaxed,

his thoughts became more open-minded,

like waking up from a dream.

There was no good news,

but he was happy, inexplicably happy,

foolishly happy.

"Heh, do you still think what you're doing is right?"

An old voice came.

The darkness in front began to bulge,

and a person seemed to walk out of the darkness.

He wore a Zhongshan suit, was a little hunchbacked, his hair and beard were all white, but he held himself with a tough demeanor.

He looked like an old butler, respectful, but the clarity in his eyes didn't carry a trace of flattery. You could even imagine that he was actually despising you.

It was as if he had pinched his nose and picked up a brick from a latrine.

If it wasn't desperately needed to build a house,

he would really want to throw it back into the pit and let it continue to soak.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

He didn't expect

that the Moving Mountain Ape would actually appear in his dream.

Was this "dream" themed *Friends* or *iParty*?

Seeing that Zhou Ze didn't answer, the old butler continued to ask:

"How's conscience? Does it taste good?"

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes.

Back then, when he had just become a ghost soldier, he had been inexplicably knocked unconscious by this old guy, and when he woke up, the old guy had treated him to a big meal.

As a result,

he had eaten his own conscience.

Leaving aside the psychological shadow and disgust, the occasional "myocardial infarction" pains in the time that followed were enough to make Zhou Ze not have any good impressions of him.

If it hadn't been for the blessing of the dying old soldier after the Three Villages incident, he might not have gotten his conscience back.

Every time something happened, he would touch his conscience and say "it hurts," which was not only annoying, but also made him feel a little melodramatic and pretentious.

"Old thing."

Zhou Ze spat out these three words.

"Heh."

The old butler smiled

and said:

"Still holding a grudge?"

Zhou Ze looked at him and nodded.

He admitted it.

"Monkeys are beasts in your eyes, not people. You kill monkeys to save people, and you think you're doing the right thing. But have you ever thought that you're not human either, just some non-human, non-ghost thing..."

The old butler's lecture began again.

Zhou Ze remembered clearly

that the first and last time they met,

the old butler had been standing by the side of the road waiting for him, and then he had lectured him all the way.

It seemed that he had also pierced his chest with his hand later.

"Many things aren't calculated according to your position. When reasoning, you can't just talk about the butt, otherwise, reason isn't reason anymore, it just depends on whose butt is bigger, whose reason is bigger..."

The old butler was still the same as before,

walking towards Zhou Ze while lecturing.

After he got closer,

Zhou Ze looked at him squarely

and said:

"Who are you?"

"Hmm?"

"Who are you?"

"Heh."

"Who are you?"

"You know."

"Who am I?"

"Hmm?"

"Who am I?"

"This..."

"The certificate is in my hand. I'm sorry, I haven't found any special use for this certificate other than using it to scare people."

"..." The old butler.

"But at least it can prove one thing. Whether you like me or not,

who am I?"

"You..."

"I am your master."

"........" The old butler.

Silence,

silence,

silence.

"You deserve to?"

The old butler retorted.

"I don't care if I deserve it or not, I only know that I am your master."

"And then?"

"What do you do when a beast is disrespectful to its master?"

"Hmm?"

"Whip it."

Zhou Ze opened his palm,

and a leather whip appeared in his palm.

"You dare!"

"Snap!"

With a whip,

a bloody mark appeared on the old butler's face.

"You!"

"Snap!"

Another whip,

and an "x" mark was whipped onto the old butler's face.

Under the torn skin and flesh,

black fluff was revealed,

and his snarling appearance

was like an angry monkey.

"Snap!"

Another whip.

Hu...

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that

although it was a dream,

whipping you old bastard

was really good!

"Snap!"

The old butler was constantly being whipped, frantically suppressing his anger, not daring to resist.

"Look, it's no use talking to you nicely, you're just giving me lectures about life.

Now, even like this, you don't dare to resist,

because you know in your heart what your identity is and what my identity is.

So,

you really are

asking for a beating..."