Chapter 146 A Black Screen

Lu Wencheng's posture looked rather comical, yet it carried a deep-seated eeriness. However, this was precisely the scene Zhou Ze enjoyed seeing the most.

The owner had been wandering around this house for so long, performing lion dances and jumping up and down, yet he hadn't even found a single lion hair.

But now,

he finally had a target.

With a target, things became much easier. In any case, the owner's style was simple and crude: if he could beat you to a pulp, he definitely wouldn't waste a single word.

Helping someone fulfill their wishes, helping someone resolve their obsessions—the owner didn't have the leisure for that. There were too many pitiful people in the world, too many who lived difficult lives.

He couldn't even be bothered to care about the living; how could he possibly manage the dead?

Logically speaking, Zhou Ze didn't want to get involved in Lu Yaozu's affairs this time either. Firstly, it was because of Lao Zhang, and secondly, because something had indeed happened, and he couldn't just ignore it.

Pushing open the door,

Zhou Ze walked inside.

"Huh?"

Lu Wencheng, who was sprawled across the desk with all four limbs, immediately turned his head to look at Zhou Ze, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He was clearly stunned for a moment.

Then,

the next scene

surprised even Zhou Ze.

Lu Wencheng actually got off the desk, but instead of lunging at him, he stood up straight, and spoke human words in a very puzzled tone:

"How did you get here?"

Hmm?

He's back to normal?

Zhou Ze didn't waste any words.

He went straight for a throat lock; it was the most direct approach. His experience in fights over the past two years had taught him that if you could do this right away, you shouldn't waste time with other unnecessary movements.

Grip his weak point first, and then you can chat at your leisure.

When Lu Wencheng saw Zhou Ze attacking him,

he immediately stepped aside, advanced in a bow stance, raised his elbow, crossed his hips, and extended his arm directly along Zhou Ze's arm.

This was a standard kung fu routine, the way of a trained martial artist.

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes, but didn't change his own movement.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a short time,

Lu Wencheng struck Zhou Ze's arm, chest, and neck,

three times in a row.

But Zhou Ze remained unmoved,

"Thwack!"

He directly grabbed Lu Wencheng's neck,

and lifted him up.

Before absolute strength, any technique is powerless.

"You… you…"

Lu Wencheng's face quickly turned red as he was choked. He grabbed Zhou Ze's arm with both hands, but couldn't break free at all.

But Zhou Ze felt that something was wrong;

"What… what are you… doing…?"

Lu Wencheng asked with difficulty.

"What were you doing just now?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I… I… was… practicing…"

"............" Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze released his grip,

and Lu Wencheng fell directly to the ground, clutching his neck with both hands and coughing incessantly.

His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Zhou Ze.

From his perspective,

Zhou Ze's lion dance with Lao Zhang earlier had already demonstrated his strength. Dancing the lion well proved that one had good kung fu. Lu Wencheng had also heard his own father say that back in the Republican era, lion dance practitioners were real tough guys who could drop the lion's head and pick up knives and guns to fight.

Now, after a long period of peace, they had only inherited about thirty percent of that spirit. The movements had become more and more flashy, but undeniably, the real skills were gradually fading.

Lu Wencheng himself was also a martial artist; he had some skill, but when Zhou Ze attacked just now, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

How terrifying must the other party's kung fu be?

Especially his Iron Body skill; he could hit him without the other party even blinking, and even his own palm was still throbbing now.

"What did you say you were doing just now?"

"Practicing… practicing," Lu Wencheng took a deep breath and explained, "I was imitating the habits of a lion."

He was really immersed in this imitation.

Zhou Ze shook his head helplessly, he had caused a misunderstanding.

"Heh…"

But where exactly was that Lion King hiding?

Lu Wencheng wanted to ask Zhou Ze why he was still in his house, and even ran up here, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask. He had followed Lu Yaozu around the martial world when he was a child, so his vision was naturally different. Back then, if you wanted to eat a bowl of rice or get a gig, you had to deal with both the legitimate and the illegitimate.

It wasn't like now, where you could put on a label of "artist" or "traditional culture" and live a much more comfortable life.

Just now,

he had clearly sensed that Zhou Ze's eyes

were filled with clear and undisguised killing intent!

"By the way, what was going on with you just now?" Zhou Ze asked, "How did you get up here?"

Zhou Ze hadn't figured out this question yet.

He clearly saw him go down, and then he went down too, but when he came up, he found the other party back on the third floor.

Keep in mind that Zhou Ze hadn't left the stairs!

"I went downstairs to talk to my mother about some things, and then I came back up,"

Lu Wencheng said honestly.

Zhou Ze wanted to just say that he was lying, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem like the other party had any need to lie.

But,

what about that scream?

Zhou Ze suddenly turned around,

his eyes scanning the layout of the room,

and said:

"Who built this house?"

"My father built it when he was alive. He also made the design drawings."

Zhou Ze nodded,

took out his phone,

and dialed Xu Qinglang's number:

"Hello, what's up?"

It sounded like Xu Qinglang was blow-drying his hair; the sound of the hair dryer was very harsh.

"I need you to come over here. I've run into a problem in your field of expertise. I'll send you the address later."

"Okay."

Xu Qinglang paused,

and then said:

"Is it urgent?"

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, and replied:

"Not very urgent."

"Then wait another half an hour. I just put on a face mask, and it's pretty expensive."

"Aren't you able to shed your skin? What's the point of using that stuff?"

Lao Xu already had good skin, and now he had the added ability to shed it.

Oh dear,

my skin is a little dull today,

shed a layer;

Oh dear,

I have dark circles today,

shed a layer;

Oh dear,

I have acne today,

keep shedding…

"Who told you that face masks are actually useful?"

Xu Qinglang retorted unhappily:

"I'm just enjoying the peaceful and relaxing process."

Zhou Ze nodded,

and hung up the phone.

Then he squatted down,

and made eye contact with Lu Wencheng, who was sitting on the ground,

reached out and touched Lu Wencheng's head,

and said:

"I'm going to stay here for a while. I won't hurt you, but please don't make a sound. I don't want your money or your s…"

Zhou Ze shook his head,

"In short, just sit here and don't move, and you'll be fine, understand?"

Lu Wencheng nodded.

Zhou Ze was quite satisfied with Lu Wencheng's attitude. Regardless of what unclear things he had with his stepmother, it was still a family matter after all.

If you wanted Lu Yaozu to be like the old Taoist, and only like young women, have some shame. Would Lu Wencheng continue then?

Zhou Ze simply sat down as well,

facing Lu Wencheng.

After sitting for five minutes,

he felt a little awkward,

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and said:

"How did your father pass away?"

"Cancer. It was already in its late stages when it was discovered. He held on for two years, but couldn't make it, and passed away anyway."

"Did he say anything before he died?" Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, tossed one to Lu Wencheng, lit his own, and then tossed the lighter to Lu Wencheng.

"No, my father passed away peacefully."

Zhou Ze nodded, a glint of light in his eyes.

No rush,

no rush.

After Lao Xu comes over with his face mask,

he'll figure out this house first.

If you don't tell the truth then, there will be plenty of ways to make you tell the truth.

"What exactly is the inside story of this competition?"

"The organizers have already decided on the champion and runner-up. The champion is a young singing group who will come to perform a lion dance to promote their popularity.

The runner-up is someone from a dance company designated by the organizers.

These people aren't even from our circle. What do they know about lion dance?"

Lu Wencheng seemed very agitated when he talked about these things.

"My father collapsed after hearing this news, and his body was already… so he couldn't hold on."

"Pre-determined, huh? And then, what do you plan to do?"

"We can only resist within our own circle. Actually, lion dancers all have their own principles. The longer you dance the lion, the more you feel like you've really become a lion."

"What are the specific methods?"

"No methods."

Lu Wencheng smiled miserably,

"But during the competition, the organizers will invite major video websites and several live streaming platforms to broadcast live. They'll warm up the atmosphere beforehand, and they're also promoting it online. We'll do some resistance then.

Let's focus on the performance first, and show the style of us lion dancers. No matter what, this is a good opportunity and platform to promote lion dance culture.

When it comes to the award ceremony, I'll organize everyone to put on the lion costumes and go up to stop them."

Lu Wencheng seemed very excited when he said this, and he was waving his arms from time to time.

But after hearing this,

Zhou Ze felt more and more that something was wrong,

because from the moment Lu Wencheng received him and Lao Zhang, he gave Zhou Ze a certain feeling;

He was like someone,

like Lawyer An.

Was Lawyer An a good guy?

Obviously not.

Would Lawyer An be someone who could be full of bold plans and take on the responsibility of upholding justice, pushing forward without considering his own interests?

That was basically impossible too.

Even when it came to the matter of the rebellion in Hell, Lawyer An participated with the mentality of political opportunism.

Whenever you let Lawyer An do what Lao Zhang wanted to do, you would feel very incongruous.

Therefore,

the more excited Lu Wencheng sounded,

the more Zhou Ze felt that it didn't fit his character.

As they were talking,

there was a sudden knock on the door outside,

"Tap, tap, tap…"

"Wencheng, are you in there?"

It was Lu Wencheng's "Mom".

Lu Wencheng looked at Zhou Ze, but didn't say anything.

But the woman outside clearly didn't leave,

and continued:

"Wencheng, I just heard you talking. You're inside. Have you changed your mind?

Actually, I think this is good too. After all, your father just passed away, and today is really not appropriate for us.

If you still want to later,

you can come down and find me directly in my room.

I've already followed your instructions

and changed the white mourning clothes into a black dress and black stockings."