Chapter 121 The Ancestor's Meal

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Two figures accelerated forward,

One on the left,

One on the right,

The two attacked simultaneously, each grabbing one side of the old woman puppet. Without needing any further signals, they exerted their strength together in an instant!

"Crack..."

The puppet, caught between the two large zombies, was torn apart.

However,

Inside the puppet, other than the damaged rune patterns, there was nothing else.

The little boy took a deep breath, bent down, picked up the damaged puppet, and tore down the coconut juice advertisement poster that said "Drinking it since childhood" from the nearby wall.

He wrapped the puppet fragments inside, then tied a knot and carried it on his shoulder.

Small shoulders carrying a large lump.

"We were tricked,"

Yingying said somewhat helplessly.

The two of them had chased after the old woman puppet, thinking that the real body was inside, but it wasn't.

The little boy didn't seem to mind, weighing the bundle to make sure the poster wouldn't tear.

"Hey, what are you doing collecting junk?" Yingying asked.

The puppet had been torn apart, and it was already severely damaged before. Now, it was even more broken and unpresentable.

"I'll take it back for Lao Xu to study. Just consider it experimental equipment for him."

The little boy replied calmly.

"Xu Niangniang has been researching those runes Boss imprinted on himself these past few days. She's almost obsessed with it. She won't have time to look at this."

"After doing too many advanced math problems, looking at elementary school problems is a good way to refresh your mind."

"So we're going back now? Our Boss is really amazing, seeing through this diversion tactic."

"Whether it's a diversion or not, we had to chase after it and get rid of it. After all, this isn't buying a lottery ticket. We can't completely guarantee we won't win the jackpot."

As soon as he finished speaking,

The little boy looked up,

Looking ahead, in the direction they had come from.

At this moment, a peculiar cloud of dark clouds was clearly visible in the sky above that area, as if a small circular pit had been forcibly gouged out of the sky.

"Something happened over there. We need to go back quickly." Yingying's expression became serious.

"No need to rush. 'Ancestor' is about to dine."

...

When that furry hand reached out from the black halo, when that arrogant and overbearing voice came from within,

Zhou Ze knew,

This matter,

Couldn't be resolved peacefully.

Compared to the chaos that this guy's appearance might cause, what gave Zhou Ze an even bigger headache and helplessness was his own iron-headed simpleton's (tie han han) eating impulse and desire.

Back in the Wax Museum, Zhou Ze had seen the iron-headed simpleton's work sitting on the Bone Throne.

Actually, Zhou Ze had always felt that something very important was missing from that scene: a huge stainless steel basin. Every mealtime,

The iron-headed simpleton would walk down from the throne, go behind the throne to get the big iron basin,

Bang it "dong dong dong,"

Then run out to catch gods and demons to eat,

After eating them,

Take their bones to pad the throne,

Perfect.

It was the same principle as a lazy person liking to throw plastic bags under the bed after eating.

Standing still,

Closing his eyes,

Boss Zhou followed suit,

And actively handed over control of his body.

However,

After waiting for a long time,

The iron-headed simpleton's aura still didn't emerge,

This body was still under his own control.

"I'm ready. Can you move a bit?"

Zhou Ze shouted in his heart.

You're the one who's hungry. Are you too lazy to even get out of bed to eat?

"It… Main… Body… In… Hell…"

Zhou Ze suddenly understood. So that was it. The hand in front of him must be from the sealed land of Hell.

In the past, every time the iron-headed simpleton came out to eat, he would swallow everything in one gulp and wouldn't waste any time talking. But in the current situation, if he showed himself, he might expose his location and identity. After all, this beast in front of him probably recognized the iron-headed simpleton. Perhaps in ancient times, he had crawled on the ground, trembling as he glanced at the Bone Throne.

What he would face then would be the crazy revenge of old enemies and the newly blacklisted Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and other Yamas.

The reason why he was able to kill his way in and out of Hell back then was because, in the beginning, Equality King Lu, who had been forced into a dead end by the Ten Attendants, had committed suicide and sent himself into Zhou Ze's mouth, giving the iron-headed simpleton the fuel to start.

But in reality, the iron-headed simpleton hadn't really recovered much strength. Strictly speaking, he was still in the stage of healing and licking his wounds.

Unless another of the Ten Kings of Hell came along with a spirit of sacrifice, it would be difficult to replicate the feat of the previous trip to Hell.

"Okay, so you want me to feed you personally?"

Boss Zhou revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Why did it feel like he was raising a pet dog?

Who exactly is the dog here?

"You… Are… Dog…"

"That's too much. You're eavesdropping on my thoughts? Do you still want me to catch prey for you to eat?"

"I… Can… Do… It… Myself…"

Threats,

Mutual threats.

Now that it had come to this,

Zhou Ze really didn't dare to continue provoking the iron-headed simpleton.

Later, he also learned from the little boy that back in the little boy's cave, Ying Gou had actually forced the little zombie to kill himself in order to prevent himself from laughing at him afterward!

If he continued to mock him now,

Ying Gou might really forcibly control his body to cut off that hand, have a hearty meal, and then turn into brilliant fireworks together with himself under the siege of that group of terrifying old enemies.

Finally, in his stuttering voice, he would mutter to himself before dying:

"Make… You… Act…"

Let's die together!

"Then you have to wait a moment. I need to find the feeling."

Last time, Half-Face had voluntarily dispelled his consciousness and merged into his body, becoming nourishment exclusively for him. During this time, Zhou Ze kept having dreams when he slept, and his sleep quality had seriously declined.

Perhaps he had received too much at once, and when it came to the crucial moment and he wanted to get serious, he really had to search properly.

Even if this hand that had emerged wasn't the true main body, even if it had been sealed for countless years, even if it had been worn down, severely injured, and was dying...

But as a being that needed the First Generation Lord of Mount Tai to personally seal it away back then,

He was definitely not someone to be trifled with easily.

Zhou Ze hoped to directly use his most powerful state, mobilizing Half-Face's combat awareness and experience, to resolve the battle in the shortest time and in the most swift manner.

Closing his eyes,

Calming his mind,

Undistracted,

Finding the feeling…

And behind Zhou Ze, Lawyer An was very anxious. He was clear about the terror of those thousand-year, no, those ten-thousand-year tortoises.

They had ways, under the premise of isolating the Heavenly Dao, to capture their blood food to eat.

After all, people often shouted and cheered "Heaven has eyes,"

That was also because Heaven was mostly blind, and it wasn't easy for it to open its eyes even once.

If this had happened somewhere else, it wouldn't have mattered, but if it happened in Tong City, and Tong City became the first disaster area of this calamity, then the attention of the Underworld would naturally focus specifically on this place.

The ways he used to avoid the eyes in the past by relying on his "Ghost Official Certificate" and other methods would all have limited effect afterward. Once the bookstore was placed in the spotlight, whether the secrets it hid could be preserved would be hard to say.

The bookstore was the Boss's bookstore, but it also contained Lawyer An's hard work, and it was the key to whether he could make a comeback and return home in glory!

However, as anxious as he was, when Lawyer An saw the Boss closing his eyes leisurely, Lawyer An suddenly felt more confident.

It seemed that the Boss had the ability to resolve this situation.

After all,

His Boss didn't have any special advantages, just a lot of cheats!

Meanwhile,

The infant looked up at the furry hand reaching out from the black halo he had opened,

His expression was serious and solemn.

The next moment,

He opened his arms,

And began to chant spells,

One talisman after another was cast, attempting to repair the rift again!

Previously, he had wanted to use that person's power to get revenge and kill Lawyer An, but who knew that person would actually be awakened at this time?

Some people, they will live very tired, very tired, very tired, very exhausted all their lives...

They have a unified name: Good people.

Wanting to take revenge, thinking about using the power of those terrifying beings, but unwilling to let them come out to wreak havoc in the human world, living with foresight and trembling with fear.

So, if people in this world really had to choose, most of them would probably still choose Lawyer An's path.

"Impudent! You helped us escape the pursuit of the Underworld before, and now you want to restrain us? You are not worthy!"

A roar came from within the black halo.

In the center of that furry palm, a single eye flashed angrily.

"We will do what we promised you, but that doesn't include letting you gather blood food wantonly in the mortal realm!"

"Hahahaha..."

"You have already betrayed the Underworld. Don't you find it laughable to say such things?"

The infant was silent, continuing to strengthen the seal.

"Do you think those who have defected are all like you?

The deal has changed, has changed. The truly persistent ones often die the most miserably.

There are too many smart people in this world.

You can seal it back this time, but after my awakening level increases, can you seal me back next time?

Maybe your companions have already released the other parts of me. I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, hahahaha...

I will come out sooner or later, I will come out, will come out!

Underworld, Mount Tai, I will settle the scores from back then!"

"Buzz!"

Boss Zhou suddenly opened his eyes,

"Phew... I finally found the feeling!"

"Bang!"

On the opposite side,

The black halo finally shrank to a ray of light, then dissipated.

The infant breathed a sigh of relief,

"Phew... Sealed it."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"..." Iron-headed simpleton.