Chapter 167 Trash

One can only blame the fact that back in Ying Gou's time in the ancient era, there weren't any requirements for sorting dry and wet garbage.

The spoils Ying Gou brought back from hunting – the meat was eaten, the rest was used for brewing wine, and the remaining bone scraps were tossed aside in a pile. This was probably the earliest prototype of the Bone Throne.

Nowadays, such unethical garbage disposal methods would result in fines and education.

Therefore, you really can't force Ying Gou to recognize exactly what trash he threw away on a certain day back then.

Zhou Ze guessed that the sculpture must be feeling very aggrieved inside.

He had been Ying Gou's defeated opponent,

and regarded Ying Gou as his lifelong enemy.

However,

in Ying Gou's eyes, he was just a nobody he had long forgotten.

"Boom!"

He raised his hand,

and pressed down.

The gazebo collapsed.

After destroying the gazebo, Boss Zhou clapped his hands, signaling Lao Dai to continue leading the way.

Lao Dai himself had already said that he was originally a "Huang Gai" (a character who feigned defection in the Three Kingdoms period), but he was also a pragmatist who recognized the signs of the times and defected directly to Zhou Ze's side.

Continuing upwards, there weren't many steps left. After all, this mountain wasn't very high to begin with. Ying Gou had climbed Wolf Mountain, which was of similar height in Tong City, countless times in his previous life. Its mountain path was designed to be winding and circuitous, but if you were single-minded in climbing upwards, it would only take an adult about fifteen minutes.

And the mountain path here was even straighter, naturally making it even shorter.

Once they reached the summit,

the view became clear.

In front of them was a large circular platform, with more than a dozen iron pillars standing around it, looking very imposing.

In the very center of the circular platform was the Bone Throne, shrouded in a chilling aura, creating a strong special effects vibe, just like seeing a divine artifact right in front of you while playing an online game.

On either side of the Bone Throne stood three masked figures, and in the cave on the distant mountain wall, nearly a hundred dark figures could be seen watching.

What was in front of them was, unsurprisingly, the last line of defense.

Zhou Ze stopped walking,

and sat down directly on the ground,

placing his shoulder bag on his lap and unzipping it.

Cola,

ketchup,

vinegar,

sugar,

salt.

These were all prepared in advance by Yingying. The careful maid had considered that her boss might find it hard to swallow if he only ate potatoes, so she had prepared condiments.

Zhou Ze even took out a battery-powered mini juicer from his shoulder bag.

Because the potatoes were bound to be raw. Each small potato contained extremely pure and terrifying *sha* energy (evil energy), so naturally no one dared to peel them in advance, cook them, and then bring them to Zhou Ze.

Anyone with a slightly normal brain could imagine that doing so would result in the basic loss of the energy contained in the potatoes.

Therefore, Boss Zhou still had to eat the potatoes raw.

Yingying knew her boss's habit of being meticulous about his diet and felt very sorry for him, so she prepared a juicer, not to squeeze out the juice, but just to mash it into a paste so that her boss could pinch his nose and swallow it in one gulp.

And so,

the six masked guys in front were standing there in full battle readiness,

and in the pillars and surrounding space, there were at least a dozen more gods and demons staring at them.

While Boss Zhou,

started his picnic.

Lao Dai stood in front of Zhou Ze, his expression serious.

From the dark figures on the stone wall behind them came waves of agitated and angry emotional fluctuations, probably denouncing Lao Dai's heinous act of being a "traitor" in their own way of communication.

"Chomp."

He didn't dare to peel the small potato because he didn't want to waste it. This bite really had the worst possible texture and a very strong earthy taste.

But after eating it,

Zhou Ze felt a burst of joy inside,

obviously, this joy didn't come from Zhou Ze,

but from Ying Gou.

If he didn't know the real reason, Zhou Ze might really have thought that the reason Ying Gou turned against the Yellow Emperor and carved out his own territory in hell was because the food in the mortal realm couldn't support Ying Gou, so he had to go to hell to eat ghosts.

Potatoes with the skin on really tasted terrible,

but because of Ying Gou's involvement,

Zhou Ze ate them one bite at a time,

actually becoming more and more excited and joyful, like he had inhaled laughing gas.

Zhou Ze shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself:

Hey, he's just like a child, so greedy.

Boss Zhou ate leisurely, while the six masked men standing there felt a little awkward, unsure whether to attack or continue to observe.

Zhou Ze wasn't worried about them suddenly attacking.

The reason he chose to eat slowly was just that he felt that life needed a sense of ritual.

If the other party rushed up directly, Zhou Ze could just crush the remaining potatoes and stuff them into his mouth in one go.

But they didn't move, and therefore, apart from the "chomp, chomp" of Boss Zhou gnawing on potatoes, there really wasn't any other sound.

Potatoes, after all, weren't plentiful. The yield of the first batch of improved potatoes naturally couldn't be sky-high, but they were indeed more filling than peanuts.

After finishing eating, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and stood up.

It was a bit like taking medicine to restore *qi* (life energy) before a fight, so that he wouldn't run out of *qi* and be unable to unleash his ultimate moves when fighting.

Zhou Ze's action was like the director shouting "Action!" again.

The actors went to their positions and started working.

The six masked men formed a hand seal together, and their bodies emitted light. In the sky, spirals of different colors began to spin.

Whether it was this clan trying to avoid being annihilated, or those gods and demons trying to avenge their past grudges,

they all had an absolute motivation and reason to stand united against Ying Gou.

Lao Dai was still standing at the very front, pretending to be ready to go, but in the end, he was just putting on a show.

He had joined Zhou Ze to save his life, not to sacrifice and dedicate himself to Zhou Ze. If he was going to die anyway, why wouldn't he stand on the opposite side?

But Lao Dai still turned his head and said to Zhou Ze:

"Boss, the Bone Throne is blocked by a layer of seal. As long as you can break that seal, they will lose control of the throne."

Zhou Ze nodded. The masked men on the other side seemed to have heard the commotion and were so angry that they started cursing directly. Zhou Ze really couldn't understand what they were cursing.

After all, they had been hiding here in isolation for countless years. It would really be very difficult to get them to promote Mandarin.

There were only a few exceptions who had learned the language because they had gone out a few times.

Zhou Ze crossed his hands together, cracking his knuckles one by one,

then twisted his neck, cracking it twice more.

He really nailed the pose of a villain.

After completing the preparatory actions, Zhou Ze was too lazy to try to break through the levels himself. Anyway, Ying Gou had already filled his belly and should come out and get some exercise.

Because of the crack in the bottom of the cup, Ying Gou could only keep one out of ten apples he ate. The other nine would slowly dissipate over time. Rather than wasting them like that, it was better to use them at this moment.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

and his consciousness began to sink,

followed by

the awakening of Ying Gou's power.

When Zhou Ze opened his eyes again,

the terrifying pressure actually caused the entire mountain to tremble, and the Bone Throne in the very center of the circular platform also emitted a special light.

Zhou Ze's gaze swept forward,

and a massive pressure poured down.

Lao Dai, who was closest to Ying Gou, knelt down directly.

At this moment,

he felt the true fear rooted in his blood!

The bodies of the six masked men on the circular platform were also trembling, almost kneeling down, and the dark figures in the stone wall behind them had long been prostrate on the ground, shivering.

Zhou Ze raised his head

and looked at the sky.

The gods and demons who had deliberately released their auras earlier

began to dissipate one by one, as if they were in a race.

Because they knew that

when Ying Gou's aura appeared,

there was actually no need

to discuss the outcome.

Ying Gou was certainly not at his peak,

but they,

were they at their peak either?

Killed in ancient times, their remnant souls were permanently suppressed because of the Bone Throne, and after years of weathering, they became the "spirits" surrounding the throne.

Ying Gou was no longer the master of the Nether Sea, but were they still the giants who could stir up one side of hell?

The six masked men seemed a little incredulous. While continuing to resist the pressure from Zhou Ze, they desperately tried to continue contacting those gods and demons.

Unfortunately,

even Liang Que,

ultimately did not reappear to help at this time.

Everyone was so old and had long learned to be realistic.

The only ones who didn't want to face reality were probably these people who would be annihilated if they lowered their heads.

Zhou Ze walked towards the circular platform step by step.

In fact,

he didn't have too much excitement from seeing the old throne.

Just like throughout history,

countless people have racked their brains and stopped at nothing for that dragon throne,

but what they cared about,

was it really just a gold-plated chair?

What they wanted, what they cared about, was the power represented by this chair.

Now, everything is in the past.

With Ying Gou's personality, if you let him simply take back the chair and sit on it when he had nothing to do, recalling the glorious years of the past,

or wake up suddenly from a nightmare at night,

slap the armrest of the throne,

and exclaim with emotion and tears:

"If only my Great Qing Dynasty were still here..."

Sorry, Ying Gou really couldn't do that.

Therefore, he had never been interested in taking back the throne.

But he couldn't stand the fact that his own dog liked it and wanted it. There was nothing he could do but let him have his way.

Just as Ying Gou was about to step onto the circular platform,

a beam of green light suddenly appeared in the sky and fell vertically!

The six masked men below, who were almost desperate to the point of collapse, were almost overjoyed.

They finally saw the dawn.

The green light landed and dissipated, revealing the appearance of a young servant boy, wearing green clothes, with a smile on his face and a slight bow.

However, the traces of time in the depths of his eyes were still telling that he was really not young anymore.

The six masked men immediately knelt down,

and even Lao Dai behind Zhou Ze kowtowed very solemnly to the servant boy in green.

Zhou Ze also stopped walking.

"Master, this humble servant has finally waited for you."

The servant boy knelt down in tears, moving his knees towards Zhou Ze.

"You threw yourself into the throne too."

Zhou Ze's tone was very calm.

"Yes, this humble servant sensed that his time was approaching, so he took the initiative to order his descendants to throw my bones into the throne as well, shamelessly becoming a spirit under the throne.

Because this humble servant knew, and was sure, that Master would definitely return, and this humble servant wanted to see Master again, and this humble servant still wanted to continue serving Master after Master's return.

Master, after you left, the Nether Sea was divided by them, hell was divided by them, the palaces were divided by them. This humble servant was useless and could only preserve this throne from being taken away.

This humble servant is guilty, this humble servant is useless, this humble servant is guilty, please punish me, Master!"

The servant boy in green knelt and moved to Zhou Ze's side.

Zhou Ze just looked at him calmly.

The air seemed to be filled with a touching atmosphere of master and servant reuniting after a long separation.

But at this moment,

the servant boy in green, who had already knelt in front of Zhou Ze, suddenly raised his head.

A green talisman appeared in the palm of his hand,

and was directly attached to Zhou Ze. The green talisman immediately melted, turning into beams of light that completely covered Zhou Ze's body.

In the distance, the Bone Throne also emitted a green light. Echoing each other, a terrifying suppressing force came from the throne!

The servant boy stared at Zhou Ze with a look full of resentment,

and said fiercely:

"You are no longer who you used to be. Today, I will use your throne to suppress you, so that you and us can forever sink under the throne!

Aren't you proud? Aren't you self-righteous? Aren't you aloof? Aren't you invincible?

I want you to be like us, like us scum in your eyes, hahahaha!"

Then,

he suddenly said timidly with tears in his eyes:

"Master, please don't blame this humble servant.

After all,

who the hell is born willing to be a dog!"