Hu… hu… hu…

The sound of breathing became unusually heavy.

It seemed that every expansion of his lungs, every minute pore, could be perceived with absolute clarity.

His skin temperature was very low.

Muscles,

cells,

even his soul,

were all,

infinitely suppressed here.

Lawyer An opened his eyes.

He found himself bound to a white pillar.

Many bone spurs extended from the pillar,

piercing his limbs and body.

It was like a centipede opening its "arms" to embrace you.

Hu… hu… hu…

Lawyer An subconsciously tried to struggle, to resist. Of course, he knew where he was and what his current situation was. But whatever choice he had to make, he couldn't just resign himself to fate here.

"Crack…"

"Crack…"

"Crack…"

Bone spurs were pulled out of his body one by one.

Lawyer An felt as if his soul was a punctured balloon with countless holes.

He was almost reduced to mud.

Staggering down from the pillar,

Lawyer An raised his head,

wanting to leave this illusion.

But soon,

the sound of waves reached his ears.

The crashing waves, but this time, they crashed into the depths of his soul.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

His mind spun, unable to concentrate at all. Lawyer An knelt on the ground and looked up.

Before him was a black sea, and he himself was kneeling on the edge of the beach.

The seawater surged ashore time and time again, only to recede.

On the beach, instead of seashells and sea cucumbers, there were eyeballs, still swaying left and right, peering around.

Above the sea,

hanging was neither sun nor moon,

but a blood-colored eye.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Lawyer An shouted at the sea.

Having already completed absolute suppression of his mental will,

yet releasing him in this illusion,

what was the point?

The sea surged, seemingly oblivious to Lawyer An's complaints.

"Hey, hey!"

Lawyer An continued to shout.

Then,

he secretly clenched his fingers and slowly pointed them towards his head.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap,

resounded directly.

Lawyer An fell to the ground, clutching his head,

crying out in pain.

Every time he thought of secretly breaking the illusion, he would suffer this head-on blow!

He was already a prisoner, why torture him like this? Was it fun?

When Lawyer An regained his senses again and squatted up, he saw the back of a woman in the sea not far from him.

The woman was facing away from him, floating in the water, her fair back seemingly interpreting the wonders of the Creator in every curve.

But for Lawyer An, this was not the time to admire beauty.

"Hey, who exactly are you? Who exactly are you?!"

Lawyer An shouted.

Even if he had fallen for the trick, he should at least be allowed to die knowing why. Moreover, he knew one thing very well in his heart: since he had been "crushed" and then lifted up again, it certainly wasn't as simple as just killing him.

"You're not worthy to ask that question."

The woman's cold voice suddenly came from behind Lawyer An.

Lawyer An was startled.

The woman in the sea disappeared.

He immediately turned his head,

looking behind him.

The back,

still the back.

The woman's lower body was under the sand, still only showing him her back.

However,

this time, the woman's hair could be seen clearly, even the earlobe that made one crave to taste it was so clear.

Lawyer An swallowed subconsciously,

then,

he quickly got up,

wanting to go around to the front,

I want to see your face!

Having participated in the Underworld coup and kneeling without hesitation at Boss Zhou's feet,

one should know that both the master of the Nether Sea and the Lord of Mount Tai,

to the Underworld,

were akin to the Qing government's attitude towards Zhu Satai Zi (a Ming Dynasty prince),

Lawyer An's character was evident. When he went all-in, he was really fierce.

Therefore,

at this time,

he was fearless,

to see a beauty before dying,

not a loss!

But,

no matter how Lawyer An went around, how much he ran, the woman in front of him,

always had her back to him!

Finally,

Lawyer An was tired of running,

he stood akimbo,

panting.

Are you a back-view killer,

so you deliberately don't show me your face?

"An Buqi, I can give you a chance."

"Heh."

Lawyer An's expression was disdainful.

Want to buy me off?

Want to bribe me?

Want to subvert me?

At this moment,

the sand under his feet began to crack,

a large gilded brush slowly emerged from the sand sea,

at the same time,

beneath the brush,

there was also a simple and ancient Yin-Yang book holding it up.

"Past grudges, wiped away with a stroke;

Today, I grant you, the position of Judge!"

"Heh… hic…"

Lawyer An was stunned,

then smiled,

and said:

"What do I have that's worth buying? I think it's easier to just strangle me."

"I'm not here to kill you."

"Then what are you here to do?"

"I'm here to… join you."

"I don't understand what that means."

"You don't need to understand."

"Then what do I need to do?"

"You… don't need to do anything."

"So leisurely?"

"Your body has already been taken over by me."

"…" Lawyer An.

………………

"Splatter."

The feeling of stepping in the mud isn't good,

especially for someone who is a neat freak.

But fortunately, Boss Zhou wasn't pretentious, especially when he shouldn't be.

Finally, he arrived at the cleaned-out location. Zhou Ze took out the key and opened the door of the safe.

After walking in,

the familiar decaying smell came to his nostrils.

In front of the vermilion door, the spider's body was like a stone sculpture. He was like a lonely watchman, or a sacrificial object.

After passing through the tongue-like tunnel again,

finally,

he came to the depths of the altar again.

The steamer,

was still there,

everything,

was like a cycle of fate.

Zhou Ze didn't expect to revisit this place so quickly.

When he left, he was thinking of coming back in a few years, after he found a way to wake up Tie Hanhan (Iron Dummy), so he let Lawyer An rebuild the sanatorium here.

But plans can't keep up with changes,

Tie Hanhan woke up much faster than expected,

and the sanatorium,

was destroyed in a mudslide.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak…"

A harsh friction sound came from the steamer.

Like the owner sharpening his knife to the cows and sheep, preparing to entertain friends from afar.

Yingying and the little boy didn't continue to go inside. In this place, they instinctively felt a repressive atmosphere, and were worried that they would be affected, so they both stayed at the edge of the entrance.

Zhou Ze continued to go deeper,

walking to the front of the steamer,

reaching out,

and opening the steamer.

Half of his face was still pierced here by an iron rod.

He raised his head,

looking at Zhou Ze calmly.

This feeling,

was like a prisoner waiting for the final sentence,

and as for the result of the sentence,

everyone already knew it.

After all,

it was just a formality.

"You're here."

Half-face opened his mouth.

Zhou Ze didn't answer, because he didn't know if the other party was talking to him, or to Tie Hanhan. In fact, at this place, at this time, he was already waiting for Tie Hanhan to take over his body, and then eat and sleep.

"But you've come at the wrong time. Someone came before you."

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed.

He said:

"Who is it?"

Half-face smiled. Although in his current state, making a smiling expression was a bit difficult, he was still smiling.

"Someone came to collect a debt."

Half-face smacked his lips,

"She wanted me to join her in tricking you, but I refused."

As he spoke,

Half-face's gaze contained a hint of depth,

staring into Zhou Ze's eyes.

This time,

Zhou Ze could confirm,

he was looking at himself, looking at Zhou Ze, not the one inside his body.

"Right, our own affairs, should be solved by our own people. Why would we need outsiders to interfere? Our own bones, our own dogs fight over. What's it to outsiders?"

Zhou Ze nodded,

feeling that what Half-face said made sense.

But then,

Half-face said again:

"It's just a pity that the creditor doesn't think so."

"The creditor, who is it?"

"Oh, hasn't he told you?"

Half-face smiled again,

smiling,

his expression froze.

He rolled his eyes,

raised his head,

looking up,

muttering:

"We always inadvertently become the people we hate the most.

If you choose this way,

I'd be really disappointed."

Zhou Ze's face showed a trace of confusion. Most importantly, Tie Hanhan didn't answer, and didn't say anything. All of this was inconsistent with what Zhou Ze had expected.

Half-face lowered his head again,

grinding his teeth against the iron rod that pierced him,

as if he was being ruthless, or torturing himself,

"I said, I used to be a dog too."

"I know."

"Everyone says that a dog must have the consciousness of being a dog, but I don't agree with that statement."

"Me neither."

"No, you agreed." Half-face continued to grin sinisterly, "You agreed, as a dog, what made you treat him as a friend?"

Zhou Ze didn't know how to answer.

"You actually had a chance, you could suppress him, and he's no longer who he was back then.

You can learn from me, you're in better condition than I was!"

"It's come to this, what's the point of you telling me this?"

"No point, but I still want to say it."

"Why?"

"Because when you're in pain, when you're helpless, when you're crazy, when you regret it,

the words I'm saying now,

will echo in your mind, will intensify your pain and torment."

Zhou Ze was stunned.

Half-face roared:

"A dog, he can tease you when he's happy!

But you want to treat him as a friend,

do you think,

you deserve it?"