He'd die.

Those three words

were direct,

so direct that there was no room for maneuver,

no possibility of perfunctory treatment, pretense, or even turning a blind eye.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt,

maybe we shouldn't chat so much in the future; distance creates beauty.

Ying Gou wanted to destroy the Mount Tai in the depths of his soul,

and he definitely needed Zhou Ze's consent,

because this Mount Tai was, to a certain extent, summoned by Boss Zhou;

when Zhou Ze quarreled with Ying Gou or fought for control of the body, this Mount Tai always stood on Boss Zhou's side, smashing Ying Gou to death!

During the days when Ying Gou was dormant, the figurines, led by Li Xiucheng, wanted to rebel, but this Mount Tai helped them, smashing them all to pieces.

If it weren't for this Mount Tai,

the Late Night Bookstore might now be the world of Li Xiucheng and Madam Bai,

and the two of them would probably be thinking about how to restore their kingdoms all day long, just like Murong Fu in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*.

Therefore, if Boss Zhou didn't agree, Ying Gou would have to forcibly destroy it, turning it into a two-on-one situation again, and Boss Zhou now had the Idiot Pen back in his hands,

which was equivalent to a three-on-one situation.

"Actually, you could have put it more subtly, like, the old Taoist might not be affected much, or the impact might be uncontrollable or something. Maybe then I could have tried to pretend I didn't know and comforted myself.

Anyway, I used to be a doctor, and sometimes when talking to patients' families, you have to pay attention to this kind of thing.

At worst, I'll give the old Taoist a grand funeral, and even invite you to possess me and be the master of ceremonies."

The old Taoist was a white affairs gentleman who had organized many funerals for the organization.

If he could have Ying Gou

as the master of ceremonies at his own funeral,

that would be dying with a lot of face.

"Is it necessary?"

Ying Gou spoke very little.

Zhou Ze nodded; there was no need to deceive people, and no point in deceiving people.

Most importantly, no one present was a fool; they couldn't be deceived.

"Then I can't agree."

Boss Zhou let out a long sigh.

There was no way he could agree.

Destroying Mount Tai would cause the old Taoist to die instantly, which was equivalent to Boss Zhou sentencing the old Taoist to death himself.

Zhou Ze couldn't do that, and he would never do it.

As Blackie had educated her man many nights,

she said that her boss seemed like a salted fish, but salted fish was actually a more terrifying form of indifference and cold-bloodedness;

at the same time,

he was very protective and tolerant

of the subordinates he truly recognized.

Zhou Ze never had the consciousness of a hero. Perhaps because he was too poor in his previous life, in this life, he only stared at his own little plot of land, and not a single crop could be missing.

In fact, from the side, although the Late Night Bookstore as a "company" had been losing money, its corporate culture and internal cohesion had always been top-notch.

"Um, can we do it this way? I'll bite the old Taoist, so he can escape from the crisis of terminal illness and become a zombie too, so he won't die. Then we can destroy this Mount Tai?"

"Bite him?"

"Yes, and I might need your help. It seems that only after being bitten by a high-level zombie can the person who also becomes a zombie have intelligence, right?"

The old Taoist had thought about becoming a zombie before,

but when he thought about it,

becoming a low-level zombie who didn't even know who he was,

thinking only about eating human flesh and drinking human blood all day long,

it would really be better to die, so as not to suffer this torment again.

Moreover, ordinary zombies are born towards death, which is equivalent to just borrowing your body, and what is born is another kind of intelligence, which has nothing to do with you personally.

For example, Yingying is Yingying, and Madam Bai is Madam Bai; these are clearly two people.

You can't say that Yingying is still alive, so Madam Bai is still alive. These are completely two different things.

Only someone like Boss Zhou, with a super backer, can become an exception.

"Biting him has the same effect."

"He'll still die?" Zhou Ze asked.

Ying Gou pointed to himself.

"The one who dies is me."

This was equivalent to going back to

the bizarre choice of who you would save if I and your mother fell into the water at the same time.

"Is it that serious?"

On the sea of the Netherworld in front of Ying Gou,

three waves rolled out,

and the water flowed out,

condensing into three figures.

One was Zhou Ze, one was the old Taoist, and one was Ying Gou.

"One of the three must die for the other two to live."

"What exactly did that monkey arrange?"

Zhou Ze asked.

He still couldn't quite figure out the essence of the problem.

"It changed your fate on the ledgers of the underworld."

"That sounds like something a monkey would do."

Didn't Sun Wukong also go to hell to change the book of life and death back then?

Although it was a story from mythology, it at least demonstrated a certain feasibility.

"What difference does that make?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Was it immortality?

He had already become a ghost,

already a dead man.

It didn't seem to make any difference whether he changed the book of life and death or not.

"You will have a prosperous official career."

"How vicious, to actually give me a prosperous official career!"

Boss Zhou cursed seriously,

then he realized that he still didn't understand the essence of the problem.

He continued,

"And then?"

"Then, I will be reduced to your luck, and with the blessing of this Mount Tai in your body, you will gain a high position in this underworld in a very short time. There is even a high probability that one day you will establish your own government and become one of the Yama Kings.

There are some possibilities

for even further advancement!"

"Wait, the point is, you have to be sacrificed, and the old Taoist too?"

The Fujun lineage

was good at making batteries.

If the first generation hadn't died early,

perhaps this family, headed by the first generation,

would have become the battery tycoons of the new China and even the world.

Oh no,

to describe it with the popular term that the media always likes to use now,

they should be super tycoons in the new energy industry.

Using the old Taoist's Taoist tradition, plus Ying Gou, to burn together, to provide himself with the opportunity to climb up in the underworld system.

You should know that the underworld was founded by that golden monkey and the first generation Fujun together. It must be one of the few people who knows this set of processes, rules, and the various details and essence inside.

If it thinks this is possible, then it definitely is.

With the blessing of two major resources,

even a pig could be pushed to a high position.

"But I'm not a descendant of the Fujun lineage. If I go up, I'll at most have a title. Why would it do this?"

"People care about their descendants when they live for sixty years. When they live for six hundred years, what is the meaning of descendants?

What they value more is the continuation of inheritance, Taoism, beliefs, and glory."

"Is that why you don't have children?" Boss Zhou suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, are you not interested in women? That's not right either. Isn't there still a Meng Po waiting for you on the Naihe Bridge?" (Bridge of Helplessness, where souls cross into the afterlife)

"Or, should I send you to see her?"

Meaning,

should I send you to reincarnate?

This was the second option.

That was Zhou Ze dying.

If Zhou Ze died,

the monkey's previous arrangement would lose its meaning.

If the old Taoist was willing to face his terminal illness, he might not be able to live, at least the old Taoist would not die suddenly.

And Ying Gou

could change to another figurine and continue playing. Anyway, that's how he had been doing it for so many years.

"Forget it, if love between two people lasts for a long time, why should they be together day and night."

Zhou Ze understood.

It seemed that because of the monkey's intervention,

things had become a dead end.

At least one person had to die to save the other two.

Suicide?

Impossible.

Boss Zhou really didn't have that consciousness.

He was never the kind of person who would sacrifice himself to help others.

"Is there no other way?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Ying Gou, with his back to Zhou Ze, let out a long sigh.

At this moment,

his back

looked a little lonely.

Boss Zhou's heart sank to the depths of the valley. What was this all about?

Did he have to face this kind of melodramatic choice?

"Is that why you wanted to talk to me?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Ying Gou was silent for a moment,

then opened his mouth and said:

"Yes."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Boss Zhou asked and then understood that Ying Gou was answering his previous question.

"There are other ways? What are they?"

"So, I came to talk to you."

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

This guy was definitely doing it on purpose!

Boss Zhou couldn't help it. He walked a little closer to Ying Gou and said,

"Tell me, what's the way?"

"Dragon vein."

Zhou Ze slapped his forehead with his hand.

"Slap."

Very loud!

It was good to have a way. No matter how difficult it was, he was just afraid of having no way!

"Okay, dragon vein. I'll book a plane ticket right away. I won't wait for anyone else. I'll take as many people from the bookstore as I can and rush over as quickly as possible.

It's in Hei Province, right?"

Before, Zhou Ze had been delaying going, wanting to wait for everyone to come back. If he went alone, this matter of finding the dragon vein, which was even harder than mining, would definitely exhaust him.

So he wanted to be lazy and wait for his subordinates to gather.

But,

now,

he really couldn't wait any longer.

Suddenly,

Zhou Ze suddenly understood.

He pointed at Ying Gou and said:

"So, you specifically asked me to come in and 'chat' just to deliberately stimulate me so I would set off earlier and find a dragon vein for you to eat?"

Ying Gou didn't answer.

He just raised his hand.

"Chat... over..."

The surrounding scenes began to distort,

returning to reality.

………………

At the same time,

a plane from Shenyang arriving in Tongcheng landed at Tongcheng Airport.

A father covered in dust,

holding a child covered in dust,

walked off the plane.

As soon as he got off the plane,

he took a deep breath of the free, romantic, and tar-mixed air from the water towns of Jiangnan, with PM2.5 levels seriously exceeding the standard,

feeling a sense of true refreshment.

Lawyer An exclaimed:

"Damn, I'm finally back, son..."

This was calling Geng Chen.

Geng Chen rolled his eyes,

reached out and waved, cooperating with Lawyer An's upcoming emotions. "Whatever makes you happy, idiot."

"Son, I never want to go to the Northeast again. This trip really exhausted me, I won't go again, I won't go even if I die!

If anyone dares to make me go to the Northeast again, I'll fight them!!!"