Zhou, the boss, wasn’t Xie An; he couldn’t feign that carefree air of “the children have soundly defeated the bandits.”

He had sent the old Daoist to be a guide,

and he did have a little bit of expectation for it,

hoping the old Daoist could bring him some surprises.

That was purely because the current situation was too complex, difficult to resolve with sheer force alone, so he was trying a special method to see if he could open a gap, or rather, stir up the water, to find an opportunity to solve the problem.

But this time,

Boss Zhou really had the feeling of "la la la, planting the sun, la la la, planting the sun."

What the old Daoist brought him wasn't a small surprise,

but,

a fright!

Especially when Zhou Ze walked past the old Daoist, entered the hotel, and saw the old man and old woman lying there motionless,

his expression,

was slightly stiff.

This was,

all resolved?

A feeling arose in Zhou, the boss's heart, that his employees were so capable that he really would be letting the people down if he continued to laze around.

"Boss, Lao Xu, you've come. This, this, this kind-hearted girl seems to be dying.

I'm telling you, in my life, I, this humble Daoist, have never seen such an unlucky girl. I don't know what kind of sin she committed. Her luck is so bad!"

The corner of Xu Qinglang's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Hearing this, Zhou Ze took the initiative to walk over and checked Qing's condition.

Qing's chest wound wasn't Zhou Ze's main concern. It was just a body; how many of these people who came up from underground really cared about the quality of the bodies they were borrowing?

Zhou Ze was concerned about her soul.

The result of the investigation satisfied Boss Zhou very much.

Qing's soul could be said to be riddled with holes,

yet it hadn't collapsed, which could be considered a testament to her tough life.

A wicked little flame quietly rose in Boss Zhou's heart.

At this moment,

with just a slight push,

the person "Qing"

would be completely erased from both the Yin and Yang realms.

Take a deep breath,

be kind to others,

take a deep breath,

be kind to others!

Just as Zhou Ze's fingernails were growing out,

the old Daoist, still unaware of the situation, asked anxiously:

"Boss, is there any saving her? Then save her. This girl's conscience is really, really good."

"............" Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze really wanted to ask the old Daoist seriously, did he know his position, did he know her mission?

But seemingly reminded by the old Daoist,

Zhou Ze suddenly hesitated.

It wasn't out of consideration for the old Daoist's feelings or out of "leniency,"

in fact,

Boss Zhou, who consistently adhered to the principle of being kind to others, actually liked and often did "root out the weeds."

Back in Xuzhou, he couldn't find the corpse of the leper monk, which made Boss Zhou regret it for a long time. Facts proved that the leper monk really did make a comeback and cause trouble later.

But compared to directly resolving "Qing,"

if he could make her, like Gou Xin, become Gou Xin's bedmate or fellow patient,

it seemed to be a more valuable long-term choice.

After all, Qing's power level should only be stronger than Gou Xin's, right?

Moreover,

Gou Xin always lying there alone generating electricity seemed a little pitiful.

But along with it came huge risks.

Even if Gou Xin had his head touched bald by an immortal back then,

he was still just a constable,

but this person in front of him,

wasn't that simple.

Raising a tiger could be considered one of the most miserable and suffocating ways to die.

Boss Zhou looked at Qing, then raised his head and looked at the old Daoist.

He was hesitating; he was weighing the pros and cons.

"Boss, is there any hope? Do you need me to take her to the pharmacy?"

Zhou Ze exhaled, pressed down his hand, and said:

"Don't worry, you take her to the car first, and then come back and chat with us about what happened, and tell us the story first."

"But, she............"

"Don't worry, she's tough; she'll be fine."

If Qing could just die suddenly during the rescue,

that would really save a lot of trouble.

"Oh, okay."

The old Daoist didn't suspect anything. He carefully ran to the car, opened the door, settled Qing in the back seat, and then ran back, saying:

"Boss, this is what happened. Didn't she want to see the monkeys? Then we met............"

While listening to the old Daoist's story, Zhou Ze pushed open the hotel door again.

Xu Qinglang was already squatting beside the old man's corpse,

with three incense sticks lit in front of him,

as if he were paying his respects.

The old Daoist's story stopped. He didn't understand:

"Is there even a need for respects?"

Zhou Ze nodded. After all, they were master and disciple.

Afterward,

the respects ended,

Xu Qinglang drew his copper coin sword,

"Pa pa pa pa pa!!!!"

and began to whip the corpse!

The scene was quite bloody and cruel.

Repay kindness with kindness, and avenge grudges!

Zhou Ze and the old Daoist turned their heads in tacit agreement.

The two of them, each with a cigarette, silently waited for Xu Qinglang to finish venting.

At this time,

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the mirror on the ground in front of him.

Uh,

this mirror?

"Old Daoist, this mirror is............"

"Pre..........sump..........tuous............!"

Tie Hanhan’s voice suddenly came from the bottom of Zhou Ze's heart,

"Huff huff............huff huff............"

Zhou Ze staggered,

and knelt directly on the ground.

It was only a dozen seconds,

but cold sweat had already soaked his whole body.

"Did it have to be this stimulating? No..."

Zhou Ze gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at the old Daoist, only to find that the old Daoist wouldn't look over there at all. Obviously, the old Daoist knew there were things there that shouldn't be looked at.

"No, I'm saying, Old Daoist, you just left this thing here like this?"

If there were no accidents, Xu Qinglang's master appeared because of this mirror.

This was equivalent to a nuclear warhead.

After the old Daoist "solved" the people,

he left the nuclear warhead on the street,

without caring?

How could he be so careless!

The old Daoist continued to face away from Zhou Ze, resolutely not looking at the mirror, and said:

"Boss, that mirror is problematic. One look, and it can give you a very high feeling, like you're ascending to heaven."

Zhou Ze was speechless for a while, but he immediately raised his voice and shouted:

"Lao Xu, stop! Face the west!"

Xu Qinglang, who was still whipping the corpse to vent his anger, immediately stopped, turned sideways, and faced west.

This way, it could be ensured that Lao Xu wouldn't see the mirror.

Zhou Ze was also relieved in his heart.

The old Daoist could no longer be described. Boss Zhou now had the absurd feeling that even if the earth were destroyed, the old Daoist would still be able to touch his crotch on the moon.

And he had almost been bewitched by the mirror just now. If Tie Hanhan hadn't issued a warning in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Luckily, Xu Qinglang had good luck. After coming in, his attention had been on his enemies, and he hadn't looked to the side much, so he hadn't noticed the mirror.

"Okay, continue, remember, don't turn around."

Xu Qinglang nodded,

raised the copper coin sword,

"Pa pa pa pa!!!!"

and continued to whip the corpse.

"Old Daoist, take out your phone and record a video for him, to keep for future reminiscing."

"Ah, okay, Boss, oh no, this humble Daoist's phone is broken."

"Mine is for you."

"Okay, Boss."

After arranging the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang,

Zhou Ze said in his heart:

"What exactly is the origin of that mirror?"

Zhou Ze remembered that Xie Zhi seemed to have recognized the origin of the old man back then. Then, there was no reason why Wang Cai knew Tie Hanhan but didn't know.

"Just............is............a............mir............ror............"

"I think, according to the naming style of your era, shouldn't it have a very domineering name,

for example,

Evil Mirror?"

"In…an…ci……ent……ti……mes……there……was……a…… blacksmith……vill……age……that……ma……de……a…… mir……ror……li……ke……this……"

"And then?"

"Then…they…loo……ked……in……the……mir……ror……"

"Uh, and then?"

"Di……ed……"

Boss Zhou thought of a joke: died from looking in the mirror. Why? Because they were too handsome (beautiful).

"Does it not have other more powerful abilities, or has it ever been taken by anyone?"

"Yes……"

"By whom?"

"For…got……"

"What do you remember?"

"Eve……ry……o……ne……wh……o……ha……s……ta……ken……i……t……ha……s……di……ed……"

Compared to you, who can hide,

aren't others all dead?

"Then I can't have this thing?"

"Yes……yo……u……ca……n……hav……e……i……t……"

"But I'm afraid of death."

Zhou Ze was very honest.

"Tho……se……wh……o……di……e……are……al……l……us……el……ess……wa……ste……li……ke……do……gs……"

"............" Zhou Ze.

"By the way, what are the effects of this thing? What's the difference between it and a demon-revealing mirror? Can it reveal a person's past and present lives?"

"Pre……tt……y……mu……ch……the……sa……me……"

"Then what's so............"

Zhou Ze suddenly understood that if this mirror could really reveal other things, then the reality was definitely not just him and the person in the mirror greeting each other; something terrible was likely to happen.

"Is it a treasure?"

"May……be……"

"Don't be so reserved. You know, I'm poor, so can you tell me one of its advantages so I can make up my mind to take it back?"

One minute later,

three minutes later,

ten minutes later...

Silence,

silence,

still silence...

"Is it that useless?"

Boss Zhou was almost desperate.

"Then let's not talk about the advantages. Does it have any rules to follow?"

Boss Zhou settled for second best.

"Yes……the……re……is……"

"What rules?"

"As……fa……r……as……I……kn……ow……"

"Um, keep talking. Don't dawdle. Hurry up!"

"Its……pre……vi……ous……ow……ne……rs……"

"Um, hurry up, I'm in a hurry. Did its previous owners have any special qualities?"

"Al……l……di……ed……vi……o……len……tly……"

"............" Zhou Ze.

"............" The mirror.