Rather than saying this was Xiezhi making a choice, it was more Ying Gou mocking it. The dignity of a Dharma beast was completely trampled on by Ying Gou.

Throughout history, Dharma beasts have always been the ones to grasp the standards of judgment and supervise all directions. Now, they have become meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others. Including the last one, this was already the second one.

It had almost become Ying Gou's vending machine for ready consumption, and it was the kind with branches everywhere.

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and swallowed the black shadow in one gulp.

There wasn't any immediate change or phenomenon, as if he had taken a miraculous elixir.

The whole process seemed very ordinary.

The bulk was there, the level was there, and at the very least, the vision and knowledge were there.

If he had directly cooked and eaten Xiezhi's true form now, Ying Gou might have found it a bit interesting, tapping the edge of his bowl with a chopstick.

But now he had only swallowed a Dharma body. It felt like popping a candy after waking up, just so-so.

However, a touch of melancholy still appeared in Zhou Ze's eyes.

He turned around and looked at the dilapidated hospital building.

He couldn't help but recall the two-horned little guy who had rushed into hell and rebuked him, listing his major sins.

It was annoying back then, but it was also truly cute.

Because it insisted on the dignity of the law and followed the spirit of the law, it came to hell alone, to the Sea of ​​Nether, facing himself, an existence of "fierce flames" in hell, and still dared to stand up, dared to speak out, and dared to scold him.

So, that time, he only broke one of its horns.

He didn't skin it, strip its bones, and use it as a cushion under his white bone throne.

Even when he saw it scurrying back in disgrace, he still found it very amusing, thinking that Emperor Yao had raised a very cute dog.

However, he didn't know how many years had passed.

The little cutie back then had now learned to pretend to be blind.

It had become not so cute anymore, it had become... hateful.

"Knowing this, I really should have swallowed you directly back then, at least that way, you could have remained the cute little thing you were in the beginning."

Talking to himself, it was more like reminiscing about the ancient years of the past.

Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to break the already crumbling barrier. Instead, he walked to the old man's sealed head, picking it up and examining it like a watermelon from a roadside fruit stand.

"Is that thing in there?"

Zhou Ze's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Xiezhi could see the anomaly, so there was no way he couldn't.

Then, he subconsciously prepared to exert force with his palm to crush the head.

But his fingers slowly relaxed again.

"Forget it, since you're so afraid of being poor and always like to bring junk home, then so be it.

I used to think this was a hot potato and was too lazy to touch it. Now that it has become a dog-skin plaster stuck to me, I might as well tear it off completely."

A ball of black flames rose from the center of Zhou Ze's palm.

The head in his palm began to slowly melt.

Everything seemed to gain a kind of "liberation" in this black flame.

In the end, only a small black bead remained in the center of Zhou Ze's palm.

After doing all this, Zhou Ze faced the east and slowly sat down, his eyes full of exhaustion.

Although he had successfully awakened, this depletion had only barely been replenished to the point where he could awaken.

It could be said that everyone was barely managing, so everything they did was uncomfortable.

"In a while, take me to see him. What he stole from me must be returned."

After saying this, Zhou Ze closed his eyes.

The red barrier surrounding him began to crack rapidly.

The sound of "crack, crack" was endless.

Soon, like a collapsing glass house, it shattered with a bang.

………………

Zhou Ze felt like he had a very, very long dream.

In this dream, he was still sleeping.

Many people find dreaming a troubling thing, and many others like the bizarre and fantastical aspects of dreams.

But to have a dream where you are actually still sleeping seems to be a very rare occurrence.

In the dream, Zhou Ze would occasionally open his eyes.

Sometimes, he would find himself lying on a black sea.

Beneath him was a bamboo raft.

Around him, broken limbs and wreckage were constantly drifting past.

There were also many heads there, shouting and screaming.

In the distance, there were female ghosts sobbing, and beneath the water, wronged souls were telling of their grievances.

But all of this could not disturb Boss Zhou's sweet dream.

Lying here, without moving, the surrounding demonic sounds entered his ears, but turned into a lullaby like the one before going to bed.

After a long time, when Zhou Ze opened his eyes again slightly, he found himself reclining on a high throne.

Below him, bones were piled up.

Countless demon god bodies had become stepping stones beneath his feet.

And from here, he seemed to be able to see the wilderness of hell.

The pursuit of power was vividly interpreted by this throne. Throughout history, how many kings and generals have been unable to stop after tasting the taste of power.

But the emperors of the human world only control the living for sixty years.

The rulers of hell can control life and death and reverse them.

This more concentrated and sweeter poison had no attraction for Boss Zhou at this time.

He just yawned and continued to sleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers and plants.

It was the freshest and most refreshing scent.

Many people say they like nature, but what they like is not the most simple and original nature.

For example, shivering in the snowy plateau or being dried and cracked in the desert wasteland are not the types they really like.

Most people like nature to be small bridges, flowing water, and homes, with fresh air, comfortable living, a comfortable and pleasant interior, and spring-like seasons outside.

Ideally, they can also order takeout.

Zhou Ze turned over, his eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a few gaps.

He was lying on a tatami mat.

The tatami was tough but not hard, and had a lingering green fragrance.

This should be the real ancient "tatami." Sitting on mats reached its peak in the Han Dynasty, but later, the Chinese gradually found that chairs and high-legged beds seemed more comfortable.

Sitting on mats slowly began to decline, but this thing has been inherited after it spread to the neighboring island country, and now it has almost become their exclusive calling card.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The sound of a monkey.

As the director of the "Late Night Zoo," Zhou Ze was really familiar with this sound.

It's just that this monkey doesn't seem as transparent as the one in his bookstore. The one in front of him is a bit black.

The monkey was sitting next to the coffee table, holding a wine jar in his hand, pouring wine.

Next to him, a man in white clothes was sitting cross-legged, picking up a wine glass, drinking freely and contentedly.

Opposite the man was an open wooden door.

Outside the door, the colors were bright and beautiful.

After a while, the man in white handed over a glass of wine and said, "If you're awake, have a drink together."

Zhou Ze was sleepy, Zhou Ze was lazy, and Zhou Ze was afraid of socializing, so he immediately got up and took the wine glass.

When he took the wine glass in his hand and looked up again, he found that the scene in front of him had changed again.

The man in the painting that he had seen in Mu Chengen's earthen house was also holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile:

"He's awake, so you're going to bring him to me, right?"

Zhou Ze was speechless for a moment.

"Right, you're going to bring him to me, right! You're going to bring him to me, right! He must hate me to death, right? He must hate me to death, hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

The picture began to distort, and the laughter began to become blurred, along with the surrounding vision.

Zhou Ze found himself holding a red wine glass, sitting in a large bathtub, with a blue sea outside the window.

"Do you think I look better in flesh-colored or black stockings?"

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from outside the shower curtain.

Zhou Ze reached out and pulled open the shower curtain.

He saw Doctor Lin, wearing only a man's shirt, standing in front of the window.

On the bed were piles of different styles of stockings.

There were also crotchless pantyhose, comfortable and convenient.

Zhou Ze's tongue was a little dry for a moment.

Doctor Lin seemed to be wearing his shirt, but her lower body was completely naked.

Her fair and slender legs were not skinny, but had a bit of plumpness, which meant excellent feel and comfort.

Adding one point would be too greasy, and subtracting one point would be insufficient, just right.

Especially when she turned her back to Zhou Ze and bent over to choose something on the bed, the scenery was truly unique here.

Concave.

"Or, should I just not wear anything?"

Doctor Lin turned around.

Zhou Ze subconsciously put down the shower curtain and sat back in the bathtub, his heart pounding.

The humid and warm atmosphere quickly disappeared, because Zhou Ze saw that he was no longer lying in the bathtub, but lying under a pond covered with black grass.

The faceless woman's half face was next to him.

It was scary, really scary.

The atmosphere was scary, the people were scary, and even the air was filled with a scary smell.

But Zhou Ze wanted to laugh, and he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Hahahahahaha………………"

The first one who couldn't help but start laughing was actually the faceless woman.

She was laughing so hard, if you ignored her face without facial features, if you just looked at her back, she should be very beautiful too.

In the laughter, crying began to be heard.

Zhou Ze saw a black coffin in the depression in front.

A girl was sitting in the coffin crying.

She was crying very sadly, very sadly.

Zhou Ze's whole heart was tangled together, being desperately pulled.

This was a feeling he had never had before.

What was she crying about?

Why was she crying?

"Boss, people are so lonely, people are so lonely. If you're gone, people can only go back to the coffin."

It was Yingying!

Zhou Ze's body trembled.

He got up and reached for the coffin.

"Creak!"

The coffin lid suddenly fell, making a loud "boom."

…………

Zhou Ze's eyes widened suddenly, and then, like a person rescued from drowning, he began to breathe deeply!

Next to him came excited and joyful cheers, so crisp and so beautiful:

"Boss, you're awake!"