Even now, in many rural areas, there are still tools for milling rice, some operated by foot pedals and others by pure manpower swinging hammers, one after another, strike after strike.

Zhou Ze felt that way now, as if he had been fitted with an electric motor, repeatedly and mechanically performing the same action.

Boom-chicka-boom-chicka!

However,

the scenes of blood splattering and brains flying, which would have occurred according to past experience, did not appear.

Instead, the lion beneath him became thicker and more viscous,

really like it was being pounded into rice cake,

sticky,

and fleshy.

At first, it was still unwilling, roaring there,

even if it was beaten severely, it would proudly raise its neck to declare its majesty as the king of beasts.

But after being beaten all the way down,

it was basically reduced to whimpers.

But,

you just couldn't beat it to death!

Boss Zhou felt that his arms were already aching,

but the lump in front of him

was still wriggling, wriggling, and wriggling.

Zhou Ze now understood what others felt when they fought with him in the past.

A complete and utter unkillable cockroach!

Even though Zhou Ze's fist was filled with baleful aura,

and his fingernails carried sharp gang qi,

a flurry of action as fierce as a tiger,

he still couldn't chew up or smash this moron in front of him.

Ordinary people fighting, whether they have the advantage or not, know to hold back a bit, afraid of hurting the other person too badly, but to really go all out with a ruthless hand, yet still get no reaction, that's what's truly exhausting.

Boss Zhou stopped,

not doing anything else,

just breathing.

Tired,

truly tired.

Seemingly because he had stopped attacking, the rice cake in front of him seemed to open a tiny slit from the lump, peeking out, glancing around.

Then,

Zhou Ze watched helplessly as the "territory" he had worked so hard to create for a quarter of an hour

was going down the drain.

The rice cake began to expand, began to turn back into ink, and then quietly transformed back into the shape of a lion.

Even,

the lion's chin even twitched deliberately, with a mocking effect.

This really made Zhou Ze laugh in anger,

look at how stupidly happy you are,

being pinned to the ground and rubbed without dying is enough to be proud of?

But Boss Zhou really had no other way,

he didn't have any other handy tools,

unless he called Tie Hanhan out now,

but calling him for this kind of thing,

he'd probably be laughed at by Tie Hanhan for a whole season.

Sometimes people's mentality is really so strange, always undergoing great changes unconsciously. For example, in the past, the concern about whether he would be ridiculed by the other party

was generally something Tie Hanhan cared about,

but now,

it was Zhou Ze who was considering these things.

Of course, the most important thing was that Tie Hanhan's awakening actually had a cooldown period, a bit like charging up for a ultimate move. If you use your ultimate move when farming small monsters, how suffocating would it be when you really encounter something and can't use it?

The lion seemed to be a sensible creature,

after being fiercely hammered,

it didn't even think about giving Zhou Ze a "taste" of its own medicine.

Perhaps it also understood its own weight,

so,

it prepared to run away.

Zhou Ze reached out

and grabbed it,

while continuing to pant, he said,

"What's the rush? Wait a little longer."

Wait for me to catch my breath, then I'll pound you into a shaqima (a kind of Chinese pastry)!

Who knew that at this moment,

the walls of the entire house actually began to crack,

followed by an instant collapse,

boom!

………………

"Aren't you going in to take a look? Is the one inside your companion or your boss?"

The red-nosed old man asked Lao Zhang.

"My boss, Constable."

The red-nosed old man looked at Lao Zhang, then at the direction of the small Western-style building.

You judge a dog by its owner,

you see how tough this little dog ghost messenger is,

what kind of character must his superior, the Constable, be?

Hey,

this is interesting,

it really is that talents come forth from every generation, these days, ghost messenger constables are starting to take on big responsibilities.

If the Underworld knew about the situation here, maybe they could even organize a "city phenomenon" competition, give a ghost messenger advanced small collective award, and take advantage of the trend to launch a wave of learning from the Tongcheng ghost messenger team.

"Bastard, to tell you the truth, don't look at how lively the fight is, the house has been knocked down, but I know that thing, if you really have some skill, you can pinch it easily.

Curvy or slender, beautiful inside and out,

purple grapes or little pigeons,

it's all a matter of a word,

but if you really want to swallow it, eat it clean,

it's difficult,

it's really difficult.

This damn thing isn't a ghost, or a demon, but a force, an energy.

Energy,

do you know what that means?"

Lao Zhang shook his head.

"You don't even know energy, you little bastard!"

Lao Zhang shook his fist.

"It's normal that you don't know."

Lao Zhang nodded.

"Let's go, damn it, I was clearly just beaten up by you, but I don't know why I can't get angry at you, otherwise you know what?

Inspector,

I'm an Inspector!

Do you know how much power an Inspector has?

Do you know how majestic an Inspector is?

Do you know how awesome an Inspector is?"

Three rhetorical questions,

made Lao Zhang's mind subconsciously conjure up the image of Lawyer An in the bookstore picking up his Super Overlord Cup and "glug glug" gulping down a whale-like drink;

and then,

he remembered once when he went to the bookstore to sponge off...

oh no,

it was when he was performing official duties and stopped by the bookstore to see if there was anything he needed help with,

he saw Yingying calling the Nestle supplier at the bar.

The Inspector's shiny badge,

seemed to have

collapsed in his heart.

"Let's go, I'll tell you as we walk, your boss, he probably can't chew that thing up either."

The red-nosed old man walked in front,

Lao Zhang walked behind.

"This matter, we have to start from the late Qing Dynasty, still in Tianjin."

I don't know why,

the red-nosed old man actually started telling a story on his own,

an Inspector was telling a story to a ghost messenger,

and he was telling it with relish:

"Back then, the Qing Dynasty was still around, but it was about to end. At that time, I was a soldier under General Nie, just a common soldier, not any kind of official.

Heh,

I've been too lazy to scheme and flatter all my life, I never held an official position when I was alive, but after I died, I had good luck in my career.

At that time,

there was the Boxer Rebellion,

a bunch of demons and monsters stupidly came out,

actually,

it started out good, the common people were bullied miserably, especially by those first-class foreigners!

At that time, the Qing officials were damn cowards in the face of foreigners!

After things started up, the Old Buddha also suddenly went crazy.

You know the Old Buddha?"

"Empress Dowager Cixi."

"Hehe, actually, the Old Buddha was probably just senile. Thinking about it now, I can accept it. A woman who has lived in the deep palace all her life, and she's old, her brain suddenly gets muddled, it's normal to make some mistakes, right?

Who can guarantee that they were wise and brilliant when they were young, and can confidently say that they will still have sharp eyes when they are old?

Back when Xinjiang, Shaanxi, Gansu, and Ningxia were in turmoil, many people in the court said, let's just throw that troublesome piece of land away, it's useless, right?

It was still the Old Buddha who supported it with all her might, and forced General Zuo to pacify the west.

Actually, the Old Buddha isn't as bad as people say now, at least, her merits and demerits cancel each other out, isn't that what people are talking about these days?"

"This lion, was it painted by Cixi?"

"Tui, tui, tui!"

The red-nosed old man impatiently waved away the dust in front of him,

and said:

"It was in the year of Gengzi, when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded, all the way to Tianjin. After Tianjin is Beijing City.

General Nie was demoted and retained by the court for killing some Boxer charlatans.

But when the foreigners attacked, he still led us to fight the foreigners.

This lion,

it's not actually alive,

it's a force, an energy,

and that energy,

that's how it came about.

During the war, the foreigners' guns and cannons were so powerful, to be honest, we really couldn't beat them.

But at that time, the people of Tianjin were all supporting us in fighting the war. There was a lion dance troupe in Tianjin, dozens of people, men, women, old and young, all went into battle together, and performed behind our lines, lion dancing, cheering us on!

Then the battle started,

they didn't go down either,

guns and cannons don't have eyes, the brothers suffered heavy casualties, and many of the lion dancers were also killed or injured, but they stubbornly didn't take a step back.

Those beating the gongs beat the gongs, those beating the drums beat the drums, constantly banging and clanging in the back,

even if they had already been shot, they were still dancing.

Although, in the end we lost, General Nie also died for his country, and I, I didn't desert, but I was injured and was helped down.

Later,

the world changed, and I muddled along, even worked as a patrolman in Tianjin for a while, but unfortunately I was unlucky afterwards..."

"The lion, the lion."

The red-nosed old man glanced at Lao Zhang with some dissatisfaction,

why are you so clueless?

"The lion, I heard from people later, that troupe, from the beginning of the battle to the end, had been dancing the lion and encouraging morale on the front lines. In the final battle, these people also threw down the lion heads, picked up knives and guns, and fought the foreigners to the end.

The entire troupe,

from top to bottom,

became extinct,

gone!"

Lao Zhang was silent.

"In the following ten years or so, at night, when people passed by that abandoned house, they seemed to still be able to hear the banging and clanging inside, and climbing the wall, they could see people dancing the lion inside.

They all said it was the heroic spirits, the lion spirit was immortal.

Later, a wandering Taoist priest resolved it and let them rest in peace."

"Then how did it..."

"The damn developers, didn't ask a qualified person to check the feng shui before starting construction, and directly dug up the layout of the predecessors, releasing the lion.

I went to Tianjin to catch it, but it slipped away.

I searched for a long time,

and now,

it ran to Tongcheng."

"How can you let it lose its energy?" Lao Zhang asked.

"Hey, that's a really good question, but it's a bit difficult. You have to set up a good formation and teach it a good lesson before you can deal with it.

Moreover, this thing was originally very pure, but even the most beautiful things, after rolling around in the mundane world, can be stained with a layer of black mud.

You have to clean it up quickly,

otherwise something will really happen."