Chapter 150 A Killing Intent

The little boy didn't like Shanghai. It wasn't because of the tall buildings, nor the crowds and noise, but because when he stood high up and looked around, he felt that everything moving around him, vehicles and people alike, was too fast.

He hated that feeling, hated it for no particular reason.

Well, he had been living in a cave for hundreds of years; how could he possibly like this feeling?

"What's wrong? Bad mood? Why the frown?"

The old Taoist walked out from the stairwell onto the rooftop.

Even though his being here served no real purpose, he still had to stand guard and make his presence known.

There were just too many things in this world that were completely useless but still needed to be done.

It wasn't that everyone was mindless and enjoyed doing pointless things.

It was because many people had no other skills and could only do meaningless things to give themselves the feeling that they were busy.

Like the old Taoist right now.

"Tsk, tsk, it's cold on the roof."

"I don't like the feeling here. They're all so fast."

The little boy said.

"Oh, you mean the pace of life?"

"Pace of life? What does that mean?"

"Ah, the pace of life can be fast or slow. Of course, many people don't really understand it, but they still talk about it.

For example, when many people mention Rong City, they say it's a city with a slow pace of life. But that's wrong. You can't see anything just by visiting a city or taking a quick look.

It's more of an atmosphere.

For example, if you have ten friends, and eight or nine of them are thinking about working hard to save money every day, you'll unconsciously be swept up in that pace.

But if your ten friends are content after earning a little money each day, and they go to teahouses to drink tea and mahjong parlors to play mahjong, you'll feel like relaxing too, with a clear conscience."

The little boy nodded thoughtfully.

"Actually, you don't need to go to Rong City to experience a slow pace of life. This humble Taoist thinks it would be hard to find a place in the world with a slower pace of life than our bookstore."

Knowing he was joking, the little boy smiled in response.

"Not done yet?"

The old Taoist regretted not wearing his padded coat.

He had an old army coat that he'd had for many years.

Hey, even though the style was old-fashioned and young people didn't like it, it was really warm.

Just then, the little boy's gaze suddenly sharpened.

He said, "A message is coming."

"Huh?"

The old Taoist didn't see the little boy take out his phone, nor did he hear any alarms.

But the little boy smiled and slowly straightened up.

And on the other side, a monkey's howl sounded.

The little monkey had already transformed into a demon monkey.

In a place opposite, Bai Yingying's hair was turning white, and the area around her feet was covered in a layer of frost.

Further below, green runes appeared on Xu Qinglang's face.

They weren't ugly; instead, they accentuated a strange and alluring beauty.

Even the pupils in his eyes had split into several pieces.

The old Taoist quickly reached for his crotch and asked with some confusion, "What's wrong with you guys?"

"You didn't sense it?"

You idiot, what am I supposed to sense!

The little boy leaned forward and fell directly downwards.

At the same time, his voice floated over, "I sensed boss's killing intent."

………………

Old Zhang felt like he had been through hell, like a nightmare. It was like being tricked into joining a tourist group that ripped you off, a muddled tour that left you feeling confused.

Fortunately, even though the judge was gone when they came out of the palace, there were still two inspectors who arranged for them to leave.

They didn't bother to check the results of the trial.

Under the circumstances, the Seven Yama Kings were leading the Underworld army in a bloody battle with Ying Gou.

Who had time to pay attention to anything else?

After everything was over, the Road to the Yellow Springs was unsealed.

The inspector in blue robes reopened the white lotus and led this group of people back to the land of the living as quickly as possible.

After this battle, the Underworld had undergone great changes.

They really didn't have the time or qualification to relax in the human world and could only rush back to the Underworld to assess the situation.

Old Zhang was back.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his body was sore, as if he hadn't moved in a long time, which was indeed the case.

A large group of people was sitting cross-legged around him.

At this time, more than half of them had their souls back in their bodies, but some were still sitting there motionless.

Old Zhang looked at Zhou Ze and found that he was among those who hadn't moved.

This made Old Zhang feel confused and uneasy. He was fine, but something had happened to the boss. He felt like he couldn't explain himself.

But he knew his boss's abilities and didn't immediately assume he was dead.

Old Zhang didn't know what Zhou Ze had done in hell. He had actually been frozen back then.

"Hehe, looks like there are quite a few unlucky ghosts."

A woman said with a smile.

Everyone had gone to hell together for the trial.

Although the trial had been a bit anticlimactic, and although they didn't know what had happened, they understood that something big must have happened in hell.

But with their qualifications and status, the affairs of hell had little to do with them. They couldn't even see it, let alone do anything about it.

Moreover, being able to survive this time was already considered very lucky.

The small number of people still sitting there cross-legged were clearly the unlucky ones.

The battle between King Equality Lu and the effeminate man had unleashed a torrent of power that rained down, creating a "random lottery," killing countless ghost soldiers.

The series of changes that followed left the survivors feeling confused.

There was no choice.

That was just the way of the world.

As the lowest-level Underworld civil servants, people had even managed to find a "car" to send them back, which was already a final act of respect. No one mentioned anything else.

Now, after getting over the complex emotions of surviving a disaster, the man who had wanted to invite Zhou Ze to find a technician named Gao Le Gao Le but had been humiliated by Zhou Ze suddenly walked up to Zhou Ze.

He bent down and waved his hand in front of Zhou Ze.

Seeing that Zhou Ze was unresponsive, he immediately laughed loudly.

"Yo, the big shot from Tong City has also fallen? I thought someone like him would have a different destiny from us, but it seems there's no difference."

Zhou Ze was still sitting cross-legged.

In the eyes of the living, he had clearly not returned.

Not returning meant he had died in the palace in a muddle.

Many people in the audience showed a hint of schadenfreude. Zhou Ze's reputation and the power of the Tong City ghost messengers were simply too great among this circle of ghost messengers.

Before they went down, Zhou Ze's demeanor of sitting alone on the sofa clearly meant that he didn't take them seriously.

Now that Zhou Ze was dead, it was only natural for everyone to feel a sense of relief.

The man waited for a while and even reached out to touch Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou also had this good habit.

After killing someone, you always had to search them to see if there was anything you could pick up, like looting equipment after killing someone in an online game.

They were all ghost messengers, people who were used to life and death, and had nothing to be taboo about.

Old Zhang took the initiative to step in front of Zhou Ze, glaring at the man and shouting, "What are you doing?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously put his hands on his waist.

He didn't have handcuffs, and naturally he didn't have a gun.

For a moment, Old Zhang felt uncomfortable.

The man looked at Old Zhang, first carefully sizing him up, and then said, "Your master is dead. Are you still protecting his corpse?"

With that, the man waved his hand.

Old Zhang felt a numbness in his chest, and his fighting instincts suddenly froze.

He took a punch and fell to the ground.

Now, even if Old Zhang wanted to get up, he felt pain in his chest with the slightest exertion.

He didn't have any special abilities. He was just a ghost messenger with a badge, but he didn't have the power that ghost messengers should have.

But at this moment, Old Zhang still took out his phone with trembling hands.

The man didn't stop him, but Old Zhang himself was stunned.

The phone was dead!

Who knew how long they had been in hell!

Hell only had a moon, not a sun, and there was no way to tell day from night.

But it was a little late to regret not having a phone with a longer battery life.

"Hehe."

The man smiled, and several ghost messengers gathered around him.

One of the impatient ones had already bent down and reached out to strip Zhou Ze's clothes.

Someone like him had suddenly risen to prominence and made such a big name for himself in the ghost messenger world. He must have some treasures to rely on. Everyone wasn't stupid. Kicking someone when they were down was a human instinct.

But the ghost messenger who reached out to strip the clothes suddenly trembled, and the other ghost messengers around him were stunned.

The Tong City ghost messenger, who had been sitting cross-legged before and whom they hadn't seen return on the white lotus, had actually opened his eyes!

For a moment, all the ghost messengers were a little stunned.

Some were wondering if this guy had missed the bus back and had returned from the Road to the Yellow Springs on his own?

Just as the male ghost messenger who had hit Old Zhang earlier was about to pretend to be surprised and offer his congratulations, Zhou Ze's eyes were instantly covered in crimson red.

Hungry.

He was hungry.

In two lifetimes, Boss Zhou had never been this hungry!

He had endured so much pain when walking across the Bridge of Helplessness.

It was truly torture to have the most exquisite delicacies in front of you but not be able to touch them!

Now, he was back.

He couldn't hold back.

He needed to feed!

"Kill, leave no one alive!"