The building collapsed,

But it didn't crush anyone to death.

Just when Zhou Ze thought he would see a bloody mess,

He found seven or eight people lying in the open space in front of him, as if they were sound asleep.

Among them were those disciples, as well as Lü Wencheng and his mother.

Zhou Ze licked his lips,

And surveyed his surroundings.

The dust had been too thick just now,

And he himself had lost his footing,

Letting that thing get away.

But that thing did have some good in it;

It had actually brought the people inside out, instead of turning them into sandwich cookies.

But what did Lü Yaozu mean by "the Lion King is angry and wants to kill people?"

"Where do you think you're going!"

A hoarse shout came from outside.

Zhou Ze walked out of the rubble and saw an old man with a red nose fighting fiercely with the black lion at the entrance.

Old Zhang stood to the side, looking like a clueless fool who wanted to help but didn't know how.

Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to do anything, because he wasn't a newbie like Old Zhang. The red-nosed old man's spells and routines looked familiar.

He had seen them on Feng Si'er and Lawyer An.

Hoo,

Alright,

Someone from the underworld had arrived,

Which meant he could take a break.

Boss Zhou wasn't a very proactive person to begin with, and he preferred to have nothing to do with any trouble.

He squatted down,

Reached into his pocket,

Took out a cigarette,

And put it in his mouth,

But when he reached for his lighter,

He couldn't find it.

Tsk…

Old Zhang was watching the red-nosed old man jump around. He could only watch from the sidelines because he could sense that the red-nosed old man seemed to be fighting the lion, but was actually setting up a trap to confine it.

He could see the plan, but he didn't know how to help. Was he supposed to punch it?

What if he just made things worse?

Just then,

Old Zhang felt someone nudge him. He turned around and found his boss standing behind him.

"Lighter, can I borrow it?"

"Oh, sure."

Zhou Ze lit his cigarette, stood with Old Zhang, and pointed at the red-nosed old man with the hand holding his cigarette, saying:

"When did you meet him?"

"Just a little while ago. I even fought him."

"You didn't embarrass yourself, did you?"

"I pinned him to the ground and beat him up."

"That's good."

An inspector; in Lawyer An's words, inspectors were like fish in the sea. When they came to the Yang realm, they were like fish on land, immediately suppressed by half their power, plus concerns about their physical bodies and other factors.

Old Zhang, with the buff of xiezhi (a mythical unicorn),

Shouldn't have much trouble

Fighting an inspector.

Worst case scenario, with the xiezhi inside and a fool on the outside, even if Old Zhang just squatted there and took a beating, it would be difficult to break his turtle shell.

The red-nosed old man noticed Zhou Ze,

And immediately,

Like a showman,

He "whoomed,"

Stepped back a few paces,

Finished his work,

Struck a finishing pose,

And shouted:

"Constrict!"

A black net appeared,

Directly enveloping the black lion.

The black lion clearly showed a panicked expression. It wasn't afraid of being beaten; that young man had been beating it for a long time, but it was fine. However, it dared not be trapped.

From the very beginning, this lion had shown a very high-quality awareness of its situation!

"Roar!"

It roared.

"You shout, you shout all you want; no one will pay attention to you!"

The red-nosed old man himself felt a little strange.

He really wanted to show off in front of Old Zhang,

Really wanted to act cocky in front of Old Zhang.

It wasn't like this guy was some stunning beauty.

What was he trying to do?

Could it be that his mentality had been twisted after being locked up for so many years?

It was all that damn An Buqi's fault!

"This old man's pretty hyped up,"

Zhou Ze said, flicking his cigarette ash.

Old Zhang nodded.

Who would have thought,

That at this moment,

The rubble pile,

Suddenly exploded,

And the ground beneath caved in!

Everyone looked over there and discovered that there was actually a basement!

"Roar!"

A lion's roar came from the basement,

And then,

A black lion rushed out from below.

It was still the kind of lion used in lion dances,

But this lion didn't look like a "prop" at all.

It looked vivid and lifelike,

As if it were really alive!

The lion's body was very tattered, with many broken places and holes in some areas.

"Roar!"

The lion roared again and charged towards the trapped ink-wash painting.

Its momentum was so fierce,

That it was truly terrifying!

"Damn it, that's its original 'body'!"

The red-nosed old man subconsciously stepped forward to intercept it.

He couldn't let them merge right now!

However,

Just as the old man stood there,

Before the lion could charge up,

A series of vast scenes instantly appeared before his eyes.

In these scenes,

Guns and cannons rained down,

And an old man, his face covered in blood, was still smiling and playing the gong.

Next to the old man, a white-haired old man with only one hand was using it to support the lion's head, continuing to dance and shake it.

Especially the lion's eyes,

Which were still blinking,

With a kind of mockery and disdain!

The two old men,

Were laughing together,

And making a ruckus together.

In the distance,

Smoke filled the air,

And groups of soldiers in different colored uniforms slowly approached them.

"Pfft!"

The red-nosed old man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back several steps. In the end, he still couldn't control himself and fell to the ground on his butt.

"Damn it…"

The red-nosed old man wanted to curse,

But he didn't.

He could only turn his head to look at Old Zhang and shout:

"You grandson of a bitch, go!"

Old Zhang stepped forward,

However,

At that moment,

The ink-wash painting lion suddenly broke free from the red-nosed old man's restraints. Perhaps because the red-nosed old man's mind was injured, the formation he had set up earlier had collapsed.

Black roots appeared on Old Zhang's body,

And Old Zhang subconsciously looked down to pull them off.

But at this time, the more force he used, the less effective it was. Old Zhang only tightened them more, almost being trapped.

The red-nosed old man was stunned for a moment.

This grandson of a bitch,

How could he be so stupid!

"Damn it, your ancestors must have been idiots to give birth to such a fool!"

In the end,

The red-nosed old man looked at Zhou Ze, who was standing on the side.

Before the old man could call out,

Zhou Ze took the initiative to drop his cigarette butt,

And stepped forward.

There was no other way; it seemed the people sent by the underworld weren't up to the task.

Zhou Ze's fingernails grew out, and he directly thrust them at the lion!

"Clang!"

Ten fingernails clamped onto the fierce lion,

Making a harsh grinding sound,

But the lion,

Was ultimately stopped!

Plus, although Old Zhang was entangled by the ink-wash painting lion on the other side, it was mutually beneficial. In short, the merger was ultimately prevented!

"Get down here!"

Zhou Ze pressed down with both hands,

And in his eyes,

A black luster began to flow.

On his body,

A baleful aura began to spread!

"Boom!"

The lion was pinned to the ground by Zhou Ze, crushed into the earth.

The red-nosed old man was stunned for a moment.

Damn,

The ghost messengers in Tongcheng were all so fierce!

But what was with this baleful aura?

This was,

This was,

This was a zombie!

Was he lucky enough to have possessed a zombie's body after death?

"Be careful of its…"

Before the red-nosed old man could finish speaking,

Zhou Ze felt his mind explode.

In front of him,

Appeared a group of men, women, old and young, all made up, with lion dance props beside them, wearing costumes.

The background was black,

But they were all colorful,

So dazzling.

An old man stood at the front with a cane and a gong,

And shouted:

"I've been dancing the lion for most of my life, and I can't give it up.

We dance the lion, but aren't we ourselves, also lions?

The foreigners have already attacked.

Others can run,

Others can escape,

But since we earn our living from the Lion King,

I,

You,

Your children,

Are all supported by the Lion King!

Today,

No one is allowed to disgrace the Lion King!

Others can be afraid, but we can't be afraid.

The lion is the king of beasts, what would it be afraid of?

Folks,

Follow me!

Let these foreigners see what backbone is, we can't let them look down on us!"

"Pfft!"

Zhou Ze felt a tightness in his chest,

The overwhelming momentum,

The heavy sense of duty,

Instantly turned into an invisible sharpness,

Directly piercing Zhou Ze's chest.

"Sigh…"

The red-nosed old man's face dimmed.

Who could stop this thing?

He couldn't stop it,

And it seemed that the one in front of him,

Wouldn't be able to stop it either.

However,

Zhou Ze let out a low roar from his throat,

As if he was showing off to the lion in front of him.

"Roar!"

Two fangs,

Were directly revealed,

And he bit down on the lion in front of him!

"Boom!"

Close-range contact,

Brought an even clearer stimulation!

In his vision,

Men and women in ridiculous costumes,

Holding knives, spears, and lances,

Were rushing forward in droves.

Behind them,

Two old men,

One playing the gong,

One continuing to dance the lion.

The gong player played with enthusiasm,

And the lion dancer danced with joy.

The men and women in front fell one by one,

But the laughter of the two old men,

Grew louder and louder,

And more and more unrestrained.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The gong player laughed and cried as he played,

And the lion dancer continued to make the movements that best showed the Lion King's style.

Below the stage,

It didn't seem like a tragic battlefield,

But a crowd of eager spectators.

"Hiss…"

Zhou Ze knelt down on one knee,

And from the corners of his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears,

Fresh blood dripped continuously.

The sound of the gongs and drums,

Was like a series of heavy hammers,

Constantly pounding Zhou Ze's soul!

That heart-wrenching pain,

That despair,

That determination,

That perseverance,

That soul-stirring power,

Was like a series of knives,

Relentlessly cutting Zhou Ze's body.

Especially in the picture,

When the old lion dancer suddenly staggered,

The lion was too heavy,

And he couldn't dance it anymore.

He knelt down,

But he was still carrying the lion's head on his shoulders,

And shouted:

"Damn foreign devils, your grandpa isn't afraid of you!"

"Bang!"

Boss Zhou felt a rush of blood to his head,

And he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Roar!"

The lion let out an angry roar,

And actually began to drag Zhou Ze towards Old Zhang!