Chapter 22 Switching Personalities

Switching personalities is a very special feeling, especially since the Half-Face personality and Ying Gou's personality are completely different.

Ying Gou is a being with complete self-awareness.

Half-Face, on the other hand, had initially shed all self-awareness, simply and proactively allowing Zhou Ze to devour it.

Therefore,

when Ying Gou controls this body, whatever he does, whatever he wants, has a complete, logical thought process that belongs to him, while the Half-Face personality seems somewhat… dogmatic.

When the paper figure first unleashed its sword energy,

the Half-Face personality felt that there was something around him that could restrain it,

but it wasn't on him.

Boss Zhou was essentially sitting on the sofa in his living room, watching the robot vacuum cleaner do its thing, and then the robot vacuum cleaner got stuck in the corner and couldn't get out…

Fortunately,

the final result was very good;

the terrifying sword energy came from somewhere, and then returned from whence it came.

Boss Zhou even hoped that,

if it ended like this, that would be pretty good.

But obviously,

it didn't end,

because the sword energy only left a hole in the paper figure,

really just a hole!

There was no other damage, and no special residue.

The paper figure wasn't human to begin with.

So what difference could another hole make?

"Do you know why I want to kill him?"

The paper figure asked.

Boss Zhou really hated the feeling of fighting and then suddenly having to talk.

Yingying was obsessed with Japanese anime for a while,

and complained to Zhou Ze,

"Isn't it true that a lot of Japanese anime uses dialogue and flashback to pad the plot?"

It's the same here;

if you want to fight, just fight.

Why bother with so much nonsense?

"Solving problems through dialogue" is generally useless and official diplomatic rhetoric.

In reality, everyone knows it's useless.

How would I know why you want to kill the old Daoist; are you doing it for me?

"Burial!"

The paper figure's hand began to press down,

and at the same time,

a towering mountain phantom appeared behind the paper figure.

Boss Zhou was very familiar with this phantom,

because he saw it often;

when the Iron Idiot was sleeping, he even used this mountain to smash all the figurines the Iron Idiot had collected over the years.

Moreover,

Zhou Ze also noticed that

the Mount Tai phantom behind the paper figure

was also withering and collapsing.

It was no longer that lush, verdant feeling;

moreover,

it was desolate and dilapidated!

Is the Mount Tai lineage

really coming to an end?

And all of this

was caused by the old Daoist?

Sometimes Boss Zhou really didn't want to keep it from the old Daoist anymore; he wanted to tell him the truth, and then say, if you don't want those things, you can give them to me!

But that was just wishful thinking.

Whether or not the old Daoist knew his identity didn't seem to make much difference. It wasn't like he could ascend to heaven the second he was told he was a Yama King. He would probably take it as a joke, and then use the rest of his time to comfort a few big girls.

Boss Zhou withdrew from the Half-Face personality state

and began to prepare to summon the Mount Tai within his soul.

You have a mountain,

I have one too.

Come on,

we'll just play a head-butting game!

But at this moment,

Ying Gou's voice rang in Zhou Ze's heart:

"You… want… to… die…"

Zhou Ze clearly felt that the Mount Tai in the depths of his soul trembled slightly when he summoned it, but then, it was forcibly suppressed by someone.

Boss Zhou was speechless.

I'm fighting here,

and you're dragging me down?

"This… mountain… listens… to… you… or… to… him…"

That's right…

Zhou Ze understood.

Indeed,

although he didn't know why this Mount Tai phantom appeared in the depths of his soul, and had helped him several times when he and Ying Gou were at odds at the beginning.

Zhou Ze might have thought that this was the old Daoist's lodging fee for staying with him.

But all said and done,

this Mount Tai

ultimately belonged to them.

He was using their family's ancestral treasure to fight them.

When he brought this Mount Tai out from the depths of his soul,

there was a high probability that the Mount Tai phantom would directly betray him and suppress him.

This was truly shooting himself in the foot.

"How about this, to be on the safe side, you come out, this game is a bit too difficult."

Boss Zhou would solve ordinary small characters as he went, but now he was really too lazy to fight larger fish until he was covered in wounds.

Anyway, "open the door and release Ying Gou,"

if you don't use it, it's a waste.

For a long time,

Ying Gou might have noticed it or might not have,

but he was actually more like a vicious dog that Zhou Ze kept;

he would often release it to bite people when he encountered a real opponent.

"No…"

Zhou Ze was stunned.

What did this "no" mean?

"It's okay, even though he's the old Daoist's relative, even though this guy doesn't have much meat left, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, eating a bite of him is better than eating the pork head of the Hao Zhi, right?

Besides, the old Daoist won't mind. His ancestor is going to kill him, and we're saving him. As for what happened to his ancestor, he can figure it out. The old Daoist is a reasonable person.

The old Daoist doesn't know anything about it now. By the time he finds out, it'll be the year of the monkey, or maybe he'll never know."

"Don't… eat…"

"Hey, that's not right of you. A remnant soul of a Yama King, your mouth is so picky now? It's good enough to have something to eat."

"Disgusting…"

"Don't make excuses, come out quickly, this mountain is about to smash us in the face!"

This mountain was indeed about to smash Zhou Ze in the head.

Boss Zhou had to spread his hands,

using his zombie body to hold it up,

It was very heavy,

constantly suppressing your body and your soul.

Zhou Ze could feel that his body had made a series of "cracking" sounds, like the steel bars of a house beginning to twist and deform, and could collapse at any time.

This was absurd.

He was about to be crushed by this Mount Tai phantom,

but Ying Gou inside was still arguing with him about the difference between good and bad meat?

"Hey, I really can't hold on anymore, I'm going to die!"

"You… can… do… it…"

"This doesn't seem like a good time to pour chicken soup."

"You… can…"

"If you don't come out, I'll let go, shall we be smashed to death together?"

"Okay…"

"…" Zhou Ze.

Indeed, threatening Ying Gou with death didn't seem to work. Ying Gou had insisted on the little boy killing him for the sake of face. If the little boy hadn't been respectful to his "ancestor," Boss Zhou's grave might already be covered with tall grass.

"Hey, I'm really tired."

He was tired,

but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't hold on.

In the end,

he was still lazy…

It was a bit like being in a dormitory, everyone was in bed, you pushed him, he pushed you, but no one was willing to get up and turn off the lights.

It was just that,

Ying Gou really didn't know what he was doing, he didn't want to come out,

and Boss Zhou really didn't dare to just let things go like this.

"Roar!"

A roar came from Zhou Ze's throat.

Zhou Ze pushed his body back,

and braced his arms forward,

"Boom!"

In the depths of his soul, there was an explosion.

Mount Tai was moved away,

but Zhou Ze's arms were already covered in blood.

Zhou Ze's arms drooped to his sides.

He raised his head,

his eyes revealing a hint of madness.

If possible, who would want to risk their life?

And risk being seriously injured and dying?

If possible, who wouldn't want to be lazy?

The paper figure's body began to move forward.

At the same time,

the sound of chanting began to rise.

The words were obscure. You could hear what he was saying, but you couldn't understand the meaning. An atmosphere that seemed to permeate the years began to spread.

Countless giants were roaring,

thousands of wronged souls were shouting.

The paper figure gradually approached Zhou Ze.

The two were very, very close.

"The majesty of Mount Tai is inviolable!"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Actually, I'm quite willing to praise Mount Tai with you, really."

"No existence can stand before Mount Tai!"

"The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Ten Kings of Hell don't think so. I don't want to block you, really. Can you go down and settle accounts with them? I'll help you watch over this prodigal grandson, okay?"

The paper figure's hand

pointed at Zhou Ze's forehead.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No."

"You're mocking me."

"Yes, you old bully."

"Heh."

The paper figure laughed.

"Then what kind of maggot are you, crawling out of some gutter, daring to talk to me like this?

You,

what qualifications do you have?"

Zhou Ze really felt that this Yama King was too low, was it because of the remnant soul that his brain really had problems?

If you want to fight, just continue fighting, why are you blathering on and on here, feeling like you have face.

At first, this feeling was just faint, but now, it became clearer and clearer. Could it be that the hole in the paper figure's body, caused by the sword energy, affected his mind?

It seemed like that possibility was really high.

"I am the eternal master of hell!

No matter the past, present, or future,

hell

will submit under Mount Tai!"

"We can't open our eyes and lie, really, grandpa, hell isn't your family's now. Besides, a long time ago, it wasn't your family's either."

"It belongs to Mount Tai, forever, it belongs to Mount Tai!"

Boss Zhou raised his eyebrows and deliberately said:

"I heard that a long time ago, there was a master of the Nether Sea, he was also very powerful."

"Just a waste!"

"What did you just say?"

"Just a waste!"

"Say it louder, I can't hear you!"

"Waste!"

Boss Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

Very good,

perfect!

At the same time, Boss Zhou said in his heart:

Iron Idiot, can you even tolerate this?

As soon as the last word "waste" fell,

Zhou Ze felt a familiar and powerful force begin to actively recover, gradually taking control of his body.

Boss Zhou breathed a sigh of relief,

he relinquished control, he relinquished control.

He could be lazy now.

In an instant,

Zhou Ze's temperament changed abruptly.

In his eyes,

were bottomless black abysses swirling.

Then,

Zhou Ze let out a low roar:

"Presumptuous… beast… audacious…"