Chapter 130 Grandson, It's Your Dad!

Many people, when their families decline, whether sincerely or hypocritically, will subconsciously cry out, "I am ashamed to face my ancestors!" or "How can I face my father (your father) after I go down there?"

This is more of a catharsis of their own emotions. Whether they truly believe it or not is unclear. After all, most people's ancestors don't have the ability to suddenly leap from hell to the mortal realm and shout, "I'll kill you, you prodigal son!"

This is like Boss Zhou's anger of "mixing ashes with rice" back then, which isn't something everyone can encounter. Being able to encounter such pain is actually a kind of happiness...

For example, if your corpse is burned but you're still alive, or if your ancestors really come back to see you, oh, of course, provided you're not a spendthrift.

But now the person has arrived. Even now, Zhou Ze isn't sure which generation this person in front of him is. He can only pray in his heart that it's not the first generation.

Just like how founding emperors are generally the fiercest, the first generation of the City God is likely to be the strongest of all the City Gods.

Regarding what this City God said,

Zhou Ze felt like the old Daoist truly deserved to be beaten to death with a shoe sole. How easy was it for his ancestors to build that empire? And you're squandering it to death. What the hell are you trying to do?

But,

when a blue flame once again condensed in front of the paper figure, about to be released at the old Daoist,

Boss Zhou still took a step forward,

blocking himself in front of the old Daoist.

The paper figure didn't seem too surprised by Zhou Ze's action, but his aura became even more somber than before.

Actually, if Zhou Ze wasn't pulled into the depths of his soul from time to time to see the Sea of ​​Netherworld and tour the Throne of Bones, and thus had his horizons broadened a lot, he might really be so nervous and helpless in the face of this person's aura that he wouldn't even be able to speak.

It's like how ordinary people feel immense pressure when they meet even the town mayor or the chief of the police station, let alone a national leader.

"Logically speaking, this is your family matter, and I shouldn't interfere, but he is, after all, an employee of mine."

"Waste, enslaved by others!"

"He's an employee."

"Do you think you are worthy?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ze suddenly felt something was strange. Honestly, at first, he didn't think much of it, but it was only at this point that he felt something was off.

This City God,

can't see through my identity?

Is Tie Hanhan (lit. Iron Dummy, referring to the dog) eating well recently, getting enough nourishment, so his ability to hide is stronger? Or is this City God himself just a half-baked amateur?

When facing a real powerhouse, especially when facing a City God, the former master of hell, you will definitely think of him as very, very high. Boss Zhou has not been in contact with those very, very high beings. They often show a feeling of near omniscience and omnipotence, as if they can see through all your secrets just by looking at you.

But this question just now,

is equal to cutting down a large chunk of the "awe" he felt for him in Zhou Ze's heart,

So,

you're also blind?

Speaking of the present,

everyone is incomplete,

If you weren't incomplete, as the former City God, you shouldn't be running here to beat and teach your unworthy descendants, but should directly return to hell to fight the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the others, and take back everything that belonged to your lineage in the past.

Anyway, they are both tigers that have fallen into the plains,

compared to Ying Gou, who has been replenishing and slowly recovering,

the level of recovery of this person in front of him might really be far worse.

The blue flames spread out again, forming a circle around them. Inside this circle, your soul seemed to feel the sensation of being roasted, a bit like a new smoker experiencing nicotine sickness, feeling like your consciousness was about to float away. If it floats too high, it will float away completely...

"Get out of the way!"

The paper figure's voice carried an inviolable condescension. This wasn't a threat, but a final warning.

Zhou Ze looked down again at the old Daoist, who was kneeling on the ground in great pain, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Then he turned to face the paper figure again,

shook his wrist,

his gaze slightly cold,

Immediately afterward,

Boss Zhou suddenly thought of the hand seal that Xu Qinglang had just taught him a while ago.

He felt that using that hand seal now would be the most effective, better than a thousand words.

Boss Zhou made that hand seal:

Fuck you!

The flames began to boil,

obviously,

This City God did not suffer from senile dementia due to countless years of silence; he actually recognized this hand seal.

The blue flames roared like ocean waves.

Boss Zhou spread out his ten fingers,

ten black chains sealed off the surroundings,

blocking this blue heat,

and also protecting Boss Zhou himself and the old Daoist inside.

As soon as they exchanged blows,

after getting rid of the initial restraint and the pressure brought by the other party's sense of mystery,

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that,

The City God,

doesn't seem like much, does he?

But soon,

he was slapped in the face.

The black chains that he had clearly blocked the flames with,

actually melted in an instant,

and the zombie baleful aura that condensed the chains actually turned into fuel for the flames, increasing the momentum of the flames. Within the blue, it was as if the figure of a dragon was swimming, and then opened its mouth and pounced towards Boss Zhou!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"

The old Daoist screamed,

He was still kneeling on the ground, hugging his head,

He had no idea what was happening outside,

but at this moment,

the unease in his heart began to flood wildly,

to the point where he lost control of his mind, and his consciousness was also controlled by fear.

Zhou Ze gritted his teeth,

black luster began to flow in his eyes,

Suppression,

mania,

tyranny,

curse,

disaster,

all kinds of negative attributes belonging to zombies began to skyrocket,

Boss Zhou grabbed forward with both hands,

The terrifying blue flames were actually grabbed by Zhou Ze as if they were a substance,

then,

the zombie fangs bit down.

"Boom!"

A very exaggerated scene, a very shocking picture,

The two sides are like masters of impressionist painting,

between illusion and reality,

seeming to have lost all logic.

That is indeed the case,

This indeed does not require logic,

Because this person in front of him,

is not the City God who truly stood at the peak of hell back then,

but only a remnant soul,

Strong is certainly strong,

but its specific strength is actually not much left, otherwise it would not be in this situation now. The two sides are now more engaged in a dojo in a snail shell; the simple methods contain a competition between everyone's strength, ideas, and even their own perseverance.

It's like two military masters conducting a simulated offensive and defensive exercise in front of a sand table. The seemingly simple arrangement, but in the minds of both sides, there are thousands of troops fighting.

The City God's experience is definitely very rich,

Whether it is the first generation or not,

even the old Daoist, the last generation City God,

believed that when he was the City God, he was definitely not a simple person, otherwise the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wouldn't have needed to coax him back then. Wouldn't it have been more straightforward to just strangle him?

Boss Zhou has lived two lifetimes, and only has less than forty years of time. Compared with those high-ranking figures, it is almost insignificant.

But Boss Zhou here has all the experience that half a face "gave" him in the beginning,

Half a face was the kind of big shot who could betray Ying Gou, go out independently, and also trick Ying Gou out of thousands of years of recovery accumulation,

He can be called the number one brother in the watchdog world.

Boss Zhou is standing on his shoulders and fighting against this City God.

The flames were torn apart,

As if it would hurt,

began to shrink sharply.

Boss Zhou's body rushed forward, as if to break through and disperse these flames!

On top of the paper figure's head,

a phantom of a small sword appeared,

Back then, Hanba was actually more down and out than Ying Gou, but she was, after all, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor. Even if she was as down and out as she was, she still had many things to protect herself. The City God was naturally the same. It is actually difficult for people of this level to die, and it is also difficult to die cleanly.

Within the small sword,

contained a terrifying sword qi,

as if all evil spirits could only obediently surrender in its presence,

When this sword appeared,

Zhou Ze stopped,

Zhou Ze's hands began to grope on his body,

groping around,

groping around,

Now that the other side has taken out some magic weapon,

I also have to find the same thing to call out,

But unfortunately,

There are indeed a lot of miscellaneous things around Boss Zhou,

But the only thing he wears on his body is that bronze ring, but that is only used to make a barrier, not to smash people.

This is very embarrassing,

So embarrassing that Boss Zhou's own consciousness detached,

This is a fight,

What are you groping around for inexplicably?

"Whoosh!"

The sword qi rushed over.

Boss Zhou had to plan to cancel Half-Face's personality,

He was fighting well just now,

But now he suddenly felt a little unreliable,

But just then,

Boss Zhou suddenly turned his palm over,

The old Daoist's body tilted and fell to the ground, and a lumpy thing wrapped in layers of plastic bags and cloth on the old Daoist's chest fell into Zhou Ze's hands.

After falling to the ground,

The old Daoist closed his eyes and cursed, "Fuck your father!"

Then he completely passed out.

Perhaps, when the old Daoist wakes up, he will only remember that he seemed to have had a nightmare, as for what exactly was in the nightmare, he will not know.

What exactly this thing is, even Boss Zhou himself didn't react, but he just threw it out like that.

The sword qi was very powerful,

directly breaking open that package that was tightly wrapped,

For a time,

cloth flew around,

plastic splashed everywhere,

After the "old lady's foot binding cloth" that was three circles to the left and three circles to the right was cleaned up,

an ancient mirror appeared here,

facing the paper figure,

also facing the menacing sword!

"Buzz!"

In an instant,

the sword qi was actually reflected back by the mirror,

and then,

directly pierced the paper figure's body,

On the paper figure's body,

a big hole was punched out,

The paper figure was a little dazed by this sudden change,

Boss Zhou also suddenly understood the reason for groping around under the personality of Half-Face just now,

He licked his lips subconsciously,

a little bit wry,

Old Daoist, oh old Daoist,

you really,

fucked your father this time...