Though it was just a “fleeting encounter” before,

the atmosphere enveloping the room after waking up, coupled with the sight of the balding monk when opening the door,

were more than enough to make Zhou Ze re-evaluate the meaning of the saying, "Treat a gentleman three days after separation with new respect."

At the same time,

in his heart,

Zhou Ze couldn't help but curse the iron-headed fool over and over again.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west,

Don't bully him for being bald!

Back in Xuzhou, after waking up, Zhou Ze had specifically sent people to the shore to search for the corpse of the balding monk, but they hadn't found it. This matter had been stuck in Boss Zhou's mind like a thorn.

Boss Zhou was not one to eat leftover food, nor did he like to hold grudges overnight. Enemies who were completely dead and gone were the most lovable enemies. The feeling of being stared at in the dark by insidious eyes, like a venomous snake ready to bite, was just too uncomfortable.

However,

what was coming, came after all.

That's how it is,

when you're in this game.

Back then, the iron-headed fool didn't care about this "comical" monk.

Now,

he's come knocking.

Most importantly,

the iron-headed fool was still sleeping soundly, and couldn't be woken up now even if you tried.

He had put on a good show back then,

smacking the guy away with one palm, then sitting on the throne waiting for an opening, trying to meet with Buddha.

Now,

he has to clean up the mess himself.

The door was closed for about ten seconds.

Then,

the door still didn't open,

because on the door panel,

the balding monk walked straight through,

his body covered as if by a soldering iron,

directly melting a human-shaped hole in the door.

He stood in the room,

continuing to press his palms together,

sincerely saying:

"This humble monk has come to ask for guidance. Please, Benefactor, grant me a convenience."

Zhou Ze glanced at the door panel, gently wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with a towel,

and said:

"It's really inconvenient."

Zhou Ze really wanted to chat with the guy, to negotiate.

The person you're looking for is currently sleeping soundly. I'm also looking for a way to wake him up. In that case, why don't we cooperate and figure out a way to wake him up together, and then you can take revenge and kill him?

Look,

that would be much more fulfilling!

But Zhou Ze didn't say anything after all. After all, what if the guy became even more unscrupulous after learning that Ying Gou was completely asleep?

"It doesn't matter. This humble monk understands that every time Benefactor encounters danger or is about to die and faces a crisis, he will come out. He needs a stepping stone. This humble monk understands."

The balding monk said confidently to himself,

then,

raised his right hand.

He was truly obsessed with the action of slapping people,

which seemed more transparent than any supreme Buddhist dharma or myriad Brahma sounds.

The affairs of the world, so many disturbances, the rolling red dust,

Why contemplate?

Why comprehend?

Why worry?

A slap to wipe it all clean is true freedom.

The palm came down,

"You dare!"

Beside him, Yingying, who had been waiting in full battle readiness, quickly stepped forward and thrust out a single fist!

"Buzz!"

A dull sound of flesh colliding,

cracks appeared on the glass and electronic device screens in the room.

Yingying's body tilted; the balding monk's strength was beyond her imagination.

Immediately afterward,

the balding monk swung down another palm.

This time, Yingying switched to blocking with both fists.

"Buzz!"

Under the second exchange,

Yingying's body was directly knocked backward,

landing directly on the large bed,

and then there was only a crisp "creak".

The bed collapsed.

With a casual gesture, he had repelled a female zombie with his physical strength alone.

Moreover, as Yingying subconsciously tried to get up, she sensed that the baleful aura in her body was being stirred up by strands of golden threads. These golden threads were actually sealing several acupoints in her body, hindering the flow of baleful aura within her.

The balding monk came from the Buddhist sect, a walking representative of Buddhism in the world. His Buddhist dharma was naturally not to be underestimated.

Although he no longer had Buddha in his heart, he would not abandon the many methods of Buddhism out of some sort of squeamishness.

For a time,

Yingying couldn't even get up.

His woman was beaten,

so Boss Zhou naturally couldn't stand by and explain anything.

The monk was clearly coming with ill intentions,

claiming to be asking for guidance, but actually seeking revenge.

In that case,

let's fight!

Zhou Ze's fingernails grew rapidly,

and with a whoosh,

he stabbed towards the balding monk's bloodied head!

The balding monk raised both hands,

directly clamping down on Zhou Ze's wrists with a strange speed,

and then thrust his knee forward!

This was a genuine fighting technique. In fact, anything, once it reached a certain height and realm, would develop towards a return to simplicity, leaving only the purest plainness.

Zhou Ze also raised his knee,

and the two knees collided.

"Hiss..."

Boss Zhou felt as if his knee had been directly shattered by this impact,

but the balding monk seemed to feel nothing.

His hands gripping Zhou Ze's wrists, he directly exposed his center, leaning forward. All this happened very quickly, taking advantage of Zhou Ze's unsteady footing.

In the split second of lightning and flint,

the two transformed into a position where the balding monk was hugging Zhou Ze from behind.

"Rise!"

The balding monk let out a low roar.

"Crack, crack..."

The floor tiles of this hotel floor, not just this room, but area after area, all showed signs of cracking. Even on the side of the roof beams, bits of dust were constantly falling down.

What seemed to be a fight between two big men

lacked the exaggerated special effects and dazzling colors of the Marvel universe,

but almost every collision was a fist-to-flesh impact,

and everyone in the entire hotel could clearly feel the building seeming to shake. If the hotel was not surrounded by ghostly energy at this time, which would suppress and blur the perception of ordinary people here, perhaps the guests and staff in the hotel would all be screaming and shouting, "Earthquake!" and running out.

Zhou Ze's feet were about to leave the ground,

but at this moment, two fangs grew out from the corners of his mouth,

and lines of runes flowed across his upper body.

Zhou Ze, who was about to be lifted up from behind by the balding monk, once again firmly stepped on the ground and began to exert force, one hand grabbing the balding monk's head in reverse, and the other twisting the other's shoulder.

"Go to hell, you!"

Bending over,

squatting,

turning,

the balding monk was "carried" by Zhou Ze.

"Amitabha, immovable as a mountain!"

A layer of golden light fell on the balding monk's body.

Zhou Ze only felt that the person he was "carrying" seemed to be dozens of times heavier than before!

"Crack, boom!"

The floor collapsed,

and Zhou Ze and the balding monk fell together into the room on the next floor.

Fortunately, the room on the next floor was vacant and had no guests, otherwise who knows how frightened they would have been.

The floor collapsed, but it failed to stop Zhou Ze and the balding monk from continuing their struggle.

At the same time, Zhou Ze sensed wisps of aura with Buddhist attributes frantically piercing into his body.

"Roar!"

Zhou Ze let out a roar.

He knew that he couldn't continue like this.

He, right now,

was encountering a situation similar to that of Feng Si before.

The balding monk was now like a Bug,

especially for "Netherworld players."

In an instant,

Zhou Ze directly released his strength.

The balding monk instantly took control of the situation,

slamming Zhou Ze hard onto the floor.

This time the floor didn't break, not even cracking. It wasn't because the balding monk had held back his strength at the end; just like how a person's punch is stronger when the arm is fully extended without any reservation, the balding monk had used a force of reverse impact at the end.

Zhou Ze only felt his internal organs twist for a moment.

If this body hadn't been tempered by him so many times, it might have been directly shattered by this blow, violently smashed into a pile of minced meat.

However,

Zhou Ze didn't stop his movements.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the balding monk was above him,

he raised his hands with all ten fingers pointing upwards,

"Add sugar!" (a play on words, meaning "give him some color" or "show him what's what")

Ten fingernails,

Ten!

Zhou Ze held nothing back,

completely launching them!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!..."

Ten fingernails,

completely submerged into the balding monk's body.

Even with his current physical body, he couldn't block the sharpness of Zhou Ze's fingernails in this opening.

"Da da da da..."

The balding monk staggered back continuously,

on the position of his chest,

ten black fingernails were strikingly frightening.

Fresh blood dripped non-stop.

Zhou Ze held his breath, forcibly suppressing the terrifying pain in his body, and stubbornly climbed up again, bending over with his hands hanging on either side of his body.

Two fangs reflected a ferocious luster, and in the depths of his eyes, there was also a crimson luster slowly flowing, as if it might completely cover the entire eye at any moment.

At the ten fingers,

fresh blood dripped non-stop.

Ten fingers connected to the heart,

This kind of pain was naturally impossible for others to understand. The last time it was like this was when Zhou Ze faced the little boy.

But the current Zhou Ze has improved a lot compared to his former self,

but still, when facing the balding monk,

he was forced into this predicament.

Fortunately,

the other party definitely wouldn't be feeling comfortable either.

In fact, the difference between Feng Si and Zhou Ze was that if everyone was in hell, without external forces, Zhou Ze would really be afraid of him.

But in the Yang world (mortal realm),

when both were blessed with physical bodies,

Feng Si would often be restricted too much.

If Feng Si was given a suitable physical body, although it wouldn't necessarily be able to stop the balding monk on the mountaintop, at least he wouldn't have been crushed and fled back to hell in a panic.

The balding monk opened his mouth,

took a breath,

and in an instant,

the wound on his chest instantly stopped bleeding, and layers of black ice covered the wound.

This was a sign of the substantive appearance of dense ghostly energy.

The balding monk in front of him,

half of his face benevolent, half of his face ferocious,

Buddha and ghost coexisting,

looked particularly strange.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The balding monk closed his eyes,

and a Buddhist lotus appeared under his feet,

walking towards Zhou Ze step by step,

step by step, a lotus flower blooming,

forming a natural suppression of the existence of "ghosts."

Zhou Ze only felt a burning stinging sensation under his feet, around him.

"Benefactor, if he doesn't come out again, this humble monk can only resort to lethal force."

The balding monk said in a deep voice.

Zhou Ze spread his left hand,

and a steel pen fell into his palm.

The steel pen was instantly soaked in the blood of Zhou Ze's hand.

When that Buddhist lotus appeared under his feet, about to completely cover him,

Zhou Ze suddenly bent over,

and directly stabbed the steel pen in his hand into the floor.

"Buzz!"

The Buddhist lotus shattered.

Zhou Ze tilted his neck slightly,

staring at the balding monk in front of him,

and smiled:

"He said, you are not worthy of him coming out."