Chapter 1 The Lawyer's Doubt

Looking at his phone, Lawyer An was initially confused. Who was this man?

First, he ruled out the possibility of Hei Xiaoniu (Blackie) or Little Lolita taking advantage of his absence to start an affair.

Given Hei Xiaoniu's "aesthetic," it would be difficult to find another man like "Deadpool" in reality.

And given Little Lolita's temperament, even if she were to have an affair, she wouldn't let that random man answer her phone.

Lawyer An's brain started working quickly, but he still couldn't figure out who the other person was right away.

He only felt that the other person's tone and rhythm carried a strong air of "I'm a big shot, so I speak slowly" pretense.

"Who is this?"

After thinking for a while, Lawyer An finally asked politely.

"Heh..."

The other end of the phone continued to laugh mysteriously.

Lawyer An rubbed the tip of his nose. To be honest, it did feel familiar, but he really couldn't remember who it was.

They should have dealt with each other before.

Actually, it wasn't Lawyer An's fault for not remembering who it was. First, they had little contact back then, just a brief meeting in that cave, and at that time, Lawyer An was possessed by a Ba (drought demon) and lost control of his body.

Secondly, subconsciously, he never thought that the other party could really "come back to life."

"I... hungry..."

"Then... what would you like to eat?"

Lawyer An walked onto the balcony, pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, feeling somewhat irritable.

Something had happened at home.

This was the only information he could grasp now.

A man he didn't recognize and couldn't remember was at home, and he hadn't heard Hei Xiaoniu or Little Lolita's voices after talking for so long.

"Find... find..."

"You can have the person next to you order takeout for you."

Lawyer An said tentatively.

"Too... hungry..."

"If you can't wait, you can go to South Street and find Pang Ge Liang to eat. His spicy crab pot is good, but he puts too many chicken feet in it."

The phone hadn't hung up, but the person on the other end seemed too lazy to respond.

Lawyer An put his ear to the phone and could only hear rustling sounds, as if the other person was moving through the greenery.

...

Inside the wax museum, Little Lolita felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar.

This wasn't describing her "shock." At least, not at this moment. It was her hands and feet that were covered in frost.

Like frozen chains, they had completely taken control of her.

Although Little Lolita could still move her head and open her mouth, she really didn't dare to stick out her tongue in front of the hunched and strangely shaped man in front of her.

When the gap between the two sides was as wide as the Grand Canyon, it brought a real sense of despair.

Hei Xiaoniu, like Lin Ke, was also standing there, covered in a layer of frost, looking like she wanted to speak but didn't dare.

Perhaps because his body was made of lotus roots, his movements still looked clearly uncoordinated, and even gave people a sense of buffoonery, like a half-baked popping enthusiast immersing himself in his own background music.

But the two women present really didn't dare to laugh.

Half-Face held the phone in his hand, his arm drooping. He seemed too lazy to continue talking to Lawyer An.

Pushing aside the vegetation in front, Half-Face saw the special plant hidden within.

Taking a deep breath, Half-Face's lotus root-like body trembled with excitement, making people worry that his body would separate.

"Immortal... aura..."

His tone was filled with reminiscence and recollection.

Ever since the Yellow Emperor struck down with his sword in ancient times, there had been no more immortals in the world.

But nothing can truly be solved with a single stroke of the knife.

It may seem like the best solution, but there are always some that slip through the net and the subsequent fermentation.

In this world, scattered here and there, there are really quite a few people and objects related to immortals.

Ying Gou should have faced the biggest wave of immortal resurgence, but Ying Gou directly cut off this process.

From ancient times until now, even things that only touched upon the word "immortal" like lapdogs back then have long since cultivated into behemoths.

Back then, after Half-Face broke away from Ying Gou, he specifically went to find trouble with this group of people.

Ying Gou fell because he was suppressing the revival of immortals, so he naturally took over this matter to prove that he was stronger than Ying Gou.

Yes, he was trying to prove that he was stronger than Ying Gou in order to justify his own existence, and definitely not to avenge Ying Gou.

In those years, he killed many people, all of whom were more or less related to immortals.

However, later, he was defeated in the face of that encirclement.

No matter how many reasons there were, he did fail.

And at this moment, standing here, smelling the aura of immortals again, there was a joy like an old drunkard encountering his favorite wine.

This plant was grown using immortals as fertilizer.

Hei Xiaoniu looked at Half-Face standing in front of the plant with some astonishment. She was well aware of how important this plant was to the boss, and how much effort and cost she and the others had put into cultivating it.

Half-Face's hand gently stroked the plant's branches and leaves.

Unfortunately, there were no fruits on it.

It was as if the crops of this season had just been taken away not long ago. If he wanted to eat, he would have to wait for the next season.

However, he was really too hungry, and he had been hungry for too long.

Ever since he became independent from Ying Gou, swept away Ying Gou's accumulation of three thousand years, and then was besieged and defeated in that battle, and sealed in the underground cave, he had been in that state of not being able to die but being truly refined into dregs for too long.

This hunger was not a physical hunger, but a hunger of the soul.

Half-Face couldn't wait any longer. His gaze began to wander again.

He could feel that there was something delicious here, something that could fill him up.

He found it. Moving some distance to the west, Half-Face reached out to the ground.

The next moment, the soil began to recede like quicksand, revealing something wrapped in green roots, like a silkworm cocoon.

Little Lolita opened her mouth wide, and Hei Xiaoniu looked on in disbelief. They could roughly guess what the being in front of them was doing.

He was hungry.

He was looking for food.

And now, he had found the sealed woman that the boss and the others had brought back from Sanya not long ago.

Half-Face tilted his now "complete" lotus root face slightly, looking at the woman below with an unexpected smile on his face.

Subconsciously, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Heh heh... found... it..."

...

Once, as a doctor, Boss Zhou himself couldn't remember how many patients he had saved in the operating room.

Of course, due to his age, this number would definitely not be too exaggerated. He only knew that when he was busiest, he worked almost day and night, with one case coming shortly after another ended.

And recently, he had experienced a reverse surgery.

Before, he was the doctor's perspective, now he was the patient's perspective.

The doctor who was resuscitating him wasn't too old, nor too young, he was in a very awkward period whether he was a doctor, a man, or a human being.

He liked to tell lewd jokes to the nurses next to him during surgery, and they were still the outdated products that Boss Zhou had heard when he was an intern helping his teacher pull hooks on the operating table.

But he still told them with relish, no wonder the nurses would consciously curl their lips when they turned their backs to him, almost expressing disdain directly.

His lewd jokes weren't good, but at least he had been rescued.

Zhou Ze was pushed back to the operating room again.

In the ward, the old Taoist was sitting by the hospital bed, looking somewhat dazed.

It wasn't until Zhou Ze was pushed into the ward that the old Taoist immediately got up to help put Zhou Ze back on the bed.

The doctors and nurses left after installing and fixing the monitoring equipment, just like the NPCs in the game program, they would disappear consciously when they didn't have a part to play.

"Boss, you were rescued again?"

Although this sounded like it made people want to hit him, Zhou Ze silently nodded.

"Sigh."

The old Taoist sighed, his face full of worry.

Zhou Ze was silent.

"Sigh, people, true and false."

The old Taoist continued to lament.

Zhou Ze continued to be silent.

"Sigh, this life of a person, feels very light."

The old Taoist was almost shouting at Zhou Ze directly with a loudspeaker,

Ask me quickly what happened so I can tell you!

But Zhou Ze just didn't take the bait.

Boss Zhou, who had been sacrificed by the old Taoist many times, didn't want to talk to you, and really wanted to give you a fingernail.

...

"There's another person involved, just take a statement, you don't need to come along."

In the elevator, Qin Sheng said to Lao Zhang.

"It's okay, I'll finish with you and go back together."

Since Lawyer An had spoken, he definitely couldn't be lazy.

"Alright, come to my house tonight, I'll have your sister-in-law cook you a seafood feast, hahaha, oh, right, you work in Tongcheng, it's by the sea there too."

"Is your sister-in-law staying at home to take care of the children?"

"Come on, I haven't become so corrupt yet, my salary alone isn't enough to live in the city these days.

It wouldn't matter if we were young like before, but now we have children after all.

Your sister-in-law works at the bank, CCB (China Construction Bank)."

"That must be hard."

"It is quite hard, she's been busy promoting ETC (Electronic Toll Collection) services recently, it's gotten to the point where I ask people at the bureau if they've installed ETC."

"Hehe."

"We're here, it's this ward."

Qin Sheng opened the door and walked in.

Zhou Ze and the old Taoist looked towards the door together.

Their attention wasn't on Qin Sheng, but on Lao Zhang behind Qin Sheng.

The afternoon afterglow fell on Lao Zhang's body, sacred and radiant.