After Yinggou’s fall, this was how he concealed himself and slowly recovered. In the meantime, who knew how many “watchdogs” were born?

Most watchdogs never knew that such a powerful weapon resided within them. Perhaps only after their deaths would Yinggou casually leave behind a brand of consciousness, like a collector of figurines.

It was just that Yinggou played at a higher level.

But there were also some special “watchdogs” who managed to catch a glimpse of the hidden world.

Li Xiucheng could barely be counted as one. Perhaps after his conquests on the battlefield, he naturally carried a murderous aura, and slowly, some changes occurred. For example, he had told Madam Bai that in his dreams, he always saw a man sitting on a throne of white bones.

Of course,

this was only a shallow “spiritual exchange.”

Given Yinggou’s aloof demeanor,

the “watchdog” in his mouth

was not a term of endearment like a woman calling a man a “rascal.”

Yinggou truly regarded these generations of people

as dogs.

Therefore,

when Li Xiucheng fell from his position as the “Loyal King,” the mainstay of the eternally loyal Taiping Heavenly Kingdom,

Yinggou didn’t even twitch.

He watched him build a high tower, watched him feast his guests, and then watched his tower collapse.

There were likely many other reasons, such as the affairs of the living world being inconvenient to interfere with too much, lest he expose himself. Throughout history, whether they were cultivators or denizens of the underworld, none dared to meddle in the affairs of the living, for that would be courting death.

However, that was only part of the reason. The most important reason was probably that Yinggou was simply too lazy to move.

A watchdog had died, that was all.

Just replace it with another.

What was the big deal?

With so many watchdogs, some would inevitably stand out. Zhou Ze knew that he was definitely not the first.

Otherwise, how could one explain the incomplete body in the Japanese underground research lab back then?

Before that, there must have been someone like him who was also “a watchdog,” able to borrow Yinggou’s power and have his body infected by Yinggou's zombie aura, turning him into a zombie.

His body was later discovered by the Japanese, who treated it as a treasure to be researched, hoping to obtain special powers.

The Nazis of World War II seemed to have this natural obsession, a fixation on bloodlines and races that was difficult for modern people to understand.

However, even counting those exceptions,

Boss Zhou was definitely the most favored

of all the previous "watchdogs."

It wasn’t that Yinggou had a change of heart, grew old, became kind, and learned to care for small animals, but rather because of a series of coincidences.

The Yama of Mount Tai’s “Ghost Messenger Certificate” was the biggest turning point!

Perhaps,

one day,

Yinggou woke up, yawned,

and was momentarily stunned,

discovering that the dog in his kennel had somehow brought back a golden bone!

Of course,

the initial series of accidents also led to their relationship becoming increasingly close. Earlier on, although Zhou Ze could passively use Yinggou’s power, he didn’t know that another resided within him.

From hiring a matchmaker,

to a small engagement,

then a grand engagement,

followed by a grand banquet,

consummating their marriage,

step by step, getting to know each other more and more deeply,

naturally, there was also the reason of compatible personalities.

Even though Yinggou was always very dissatisfied with Boss Zhou’s unambitious, salted-fish mentality,

he himself

had been chased to hell and warned by the Xiezhi in the past for being lazy and fond of sleeping.

It was just that he was too strong back then,

so he directly beat up the Xiezhi.

Zhou Ze was one of the many "watchdogs,"

but Zhou Ze was the most special one.

If you want others to look at you in a different light, you must first have the capital, the qualification to be looked up to and be willing to be looked at!

“Rumble!”

A huge roar came,

the Ghost Messenger Certificate emitted a blue light,

constantly floating in front of Zhou Ze,

Mount Tai above, overshadowing the sky,

directly covered down!

With Mount Tai settled, the world is at peace!

Li Xiucheng’s expression also became very ugly,

but Zhou Ze didn't watch for too long,

because he and those dense bronze pillars were all suppressed directly by the towering Mount Tai!

“Crack!”

The incomparably hard black membrane that even the Stupid Brush couldn't pierce began to crack.

Although it really resisted for a while,

it finally collapsed,

and the bronze pillars also began to collapse, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, this was the real collapse of mountains and cracking of the earth!

“Boom!”

The dust settled.

Perhaps,

even the sea that Zhou Ze had sunk into before, and the figures deep in the sea,

were all suppressed by this Mount Tai in one go!

Zhou Ze didn't know if the world was peaceful,

at least,

his soul,

was finally quiet.

When he opened his eyes,

Zhou Ze found himself lying on the top of Mount Tai.

This Mount Tai

was no different from the one he had seen with Yinggou in hell.

The only difference was probably that the Mount Tai in hell had a small section cut off at the top by the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and a small temple was built.

And here, there were only pine and cypress bamboo forests standing, a stone table and a stone bench, very quiet.

Zhou Ze staggered to his feet,

feeling pain all over his body, and very sleepy, knowing that this was because he had consumed too much energy.

In fact,

after his trip to hell, he had walked out of the Naihe Bridge and returned to the living, and his soul had already grown further. If not for this reason, he would have collapsed long ago.

Walking to the stone bench,

Zhou Ze looked around,

remembering that in the little boy’s cave,

he had dreamed of a man in white, with a small monkey holding wine by his side,

but here,

he didn’t meet him again.

Zhou Ze knew

that the Yama of Mount Tai's Ghost Messenger Certificate was definitely an important factor

in why Yinggou was willing to “look at him in a different light.”

People are like this, they don't care about their own things, but when an outsider suddenly becomes concerned about them, they immediately start to cherish them.

Hesitating for a while,

Zhou Ze leaned on the stone bench,

bent over,

and sat down.

The moment his butt touched the bench,

Zhou Ze felt a tremor in his body,

and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight,

only to find that he was lying on the bookstore counter.

This was,

back.

“Huff…”

Zhou Ze let out a long breath.

“Hiss…”

It hurt,

Zhou Ze lowered his head and took a look,

finding that on his chest,

there were five bloody holes,

shocking.

Looking up,

looking at Bai Yingying and Hei Xiaoniu standing next to him,

Zhou Ze was a little surprised,

Yingying was looking at him with a wary expression.

“Yingying?”

“Uh…”

Yingying was stunned for a moment.

He thought the Loyal King had woken up again,

but now it felt different. He immediately asked:

“Are you Li Xiucheng or my boss?”

Zhou Ze covered his chest, which was in pain. Hearing this, he found it a bit funny, but still said:

“Yingying.”

“Hmm?”

“Be good, say it.”

“*Ying ying ying*…”

Knowing that it was the boss, Yingying immediately pounced over and hugged Zhou Ze tightly on the counter.

It seemed that he used too much force,

Zhou Ze only saw that the five bloody holes that had seemed to have scabbed over on his chest were broken open,

five columns of blood,

shooting out blood:

“Biu! Biu! Biu! Biu! Biu!”

………………

“I’m the Mount Tai next door,

Grasp the vines of love, listen to me *ao*~

You are the beautiful Jenny,

Hold my hand and wander the world *ao*~”

The old Daoist sang while driving.

He was originally a trendy person.

When he was a streamer before, he was also popular and famous in the circle. Brother Kai and Sister Fa were good friends with him back then.

“Aren’t you worried?”

Gou Xin was a little curious.

He had already made it clear before that his boss might be in danger, but the old Daoist only sped up the car a little, and didn't see any nervous emotions.

“My boss is a lucky guy. Although he often gets himself injured, he can jump up again soon. This poor Daoist is used to it.”

“Hehe.”

“Don't disbelieve it. When I think about how you said you wanted to take my boss as a lackey, this poor Daoist wants to laugh.”

Gou Xin stopped talking,

because

the facts had already slapped him in the face.

He was actually a little panicked.

He didn't know if he was really having bad luck today,

or if it meant that his previously invincible luck was gone.

Seeing that his face was a little gloomy, the old Daoist felt a little guilty, after all, he still had so many things he had just taken from him in his pocket.

“Don't be discouraged. When we get back to the bookstore, you can go to the next door for surgery. I'll find you a talisman. After you burn it and drink it with water, it can protect your luck.”

“Really?”

“That’s right.”

The old Daoist held the steering wheel with one hand and patted his thin chest with the other, and continued:

“This poor Daoist is already in his seventies,

To be able to live so long,

isn’t that good luck!

Moreover, this poor Daoist can also bring good fortune to others. For example, this poor Daoist's previous boss… uh, don't mention him.

This poor Daoist’s current boss started from being a small ghost messenger after meeting this poor Daoist, tsk tsk.”

Gou Xin was silent.

“We’re here, hey, that’s the boss’s car.”

The old Daoist parked the car next to the boss's car by the flower bed.

He got out of the car first, and seeing that the bookstore door was closed, he hesitated for a moment,

and said to Gou Xin, who was still sitting in the passenger seat with serious injuries:

“You and those two wait a moment, this poor Daoist will go in and see how the bookstore is doing first, and then take you to the pharmacy for treatment later.

Be good,

wait for this poor Daoist to come back obediently,

you will definitely not die, nothing will happen.”

Gou Xin nodded.

The old Daoist walked towards the bookstore.

He hadn't taken a few steps,

when a crack suddenly appeared in the black token under the flower bed's muddy soil,

and then,

the cracks began to increase,

the colorful silk threads surrounding the token were also distorted for a while,

until the end,

only a "crack" was heard,

the token shattered,

and the colorful silk threads directly broke apart.

“Boom!”

The flower bed exploded directly.

“*Ma ye*!” (Oh my god!)

The old Daoist, who had just walked a few steps, felt a terrifying wave of air rushing towards him, and the whole person was swept forward;

and the car that the old Daoist had just parked next to the flower bed

had been blown into the sky,

in the air,

flipping,

flipping…