The old man froze for a moment,
like he'd acted out half of his own play,
only to realize he seemed to have gotten the wrong script.
But in the play of life,
you can't find the director even if you want to.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ze slammed a palm onto the wooden table,
his nails extended in response,
and the wooden table shattered.

Yingying clenched her fists and went straight for him.

"Just a little zombie, and you think you can turn the world upside down? Heh, do you really think you're Ying Gou reborn or Hanba resurrected?"

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

Boss Zhou suddenly felt that this old man could really become a prophet,
because he couldn't help but want to applaud him.
This mouth,
absolutely had been blessed!

Faced with Yingying's aggressive approach, the old man flipped his palm, and a black talisman was pulled out by him. He seemed to find it a little hot to the touch, holding it only with his fingertips, and then flung it towards Yingying.

"Buzz!"

The black talisman flew directly towards Yingying's face.

A bright yellow light immediately radiated from Yingying's eyes,

and the talisman spontaneously combusted halfway,

leaving only ashes scattering
when it reached Yingying.

The old man's eyes widened immediately,

and in his vision,

he saw Yingying's fist constantly enlarging, enlarging, and enlarging again...

"Bang!"

The old man was sent flying by a punch.

Although he didn't have a body, and was now just a wisp of a dead soul, somewhat similar to a ghost cultivator, the baleful aura enveloping Yingying's fist was also terrifying.

The old man got up again,

his body twisting for a while,
before he was finally able to knead himself back into a human shape.

He stared at Yingying with some doubt,

and exclaimed in surprise:

"That's not right, your age isn't right, and it is right, the age is right, no, impossible, shouldn't be…………"

Trees have rings, and zombies actually have them too. Generally, barring accidents, the longer a zombie's age, the longer it has been cultivating, which naturally means it is more powerful.

Yingying's age was only two hundred years, and the old man could see that, which was why he had been so confident before.

But because of Zhou Ze and Hanba's legacy, Yingying's strength could no longer be measured by so-called age rings.

Yingying attacked,

and Zhou Ze didn't stop either.

To be honest,

because of the Enforcement Team's affairs, Boss Zhou had been unable to fully unleash himself for a long time. This place, this small village, was like a natural barrier. They were originally a group of people sealed here by that old woman, and therefore, Boss Zhou could be unrestrained in this place!

In his eyes,

black brilliance instantly intensified,

and the aura on his body began to change rapidly.

Then,

the blackness in his eyes began to settle down,

but the crazy and chilling aura became even more intense!

"You...you..."

The old man pointed at Zhou Ze,

a look of shock on his face.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze appeared in front of him,

his nails piercing directly into the old man's body. Everything happened too fast. The old man should have had many other methods, but he didn't have time to use them.

To be precise,

this was a complete crushing.

The old man's soul began to slowly twist and slowly split apart.

"I'm just a constable."

Zhou Ze smiled at the old man,

his fingertips spread apart,

"Bang!"

The old man's soul exploded!

Huff...

That felt good.

Boss Zhou didn't withdraw from his half-zombie state, but continued to walk inside.

He had to thank the old man for telling him the three rules of this village, which did save a lot of trouble.

Otherwise,

Boss Zhou might really have had to chew on chocolate and take pictures with his back to them.

Turning into a gambling god in a second was as unrealistic as succeeding after reading a few self-help books.

Yingying followed behind Zhou Ze,

a man and a woman,

a master and a servant,

both exuding an extremely strong zombie aura.

Thousand Household Village, which was already covered in snow,

became even colder.

Ahead,

there was an old woman selling Oden,

in this winter, an Oden cart often represented a kind of unforgettable warmth and enjoyment.

There was also a Chinese chess set on the old woman's cart, with an unsolved endgame.

Obviously,

the old man before gambled on guessing dice, then this old woman gambled on the chess endgame.

They were both common street hustles, but they always attracted many people to stop and watch. Everyone knew there were hidden tricks inside, but they were still willing to support the scene.

However,

when Zhou Ze and Yingying approached,

although the old woman was still calmly cooking her Oden,

her hands,

were shaking.

She forced herself to calm down and looked up,

looked at Zhou Ze,

and pointed a trembling hand at the chessboard.

Before she could open her mouth,

Yingying stepped forward and smashed the Oden cart with one punch!

Looking at the splashing broth,

watching the flying sparks of charcoal,

Zhou Ze opened his mouth slightly,

he wanted to stop her just now,

but he didn't have time.

Even if she wanted to smash the stall,

she could have at least tasted the Oden first.

Then,

Boss Zhou realized, this village had been isolated from the world for decades, wouldn't that mean the Oden ingredients were...

"I'm here for chess!"

The old woman shouted.

What responded to her was Yingying's fist.

The old man at the village entrance had already explained the three rules.

Since you had to be equally strong to be qualified to sit at the gambling table and place a bet,

then let's look and see,

whether there was anyone in this village,

who was qualified to sit down and gamble with him!

Zhou Ze didn't look at Yingying, but continued to walk forward alone.

In her berserk state, it wasn't a problem for Yingying to deal with that old woman.

"Clap clap clap clap!!!!!!!!!!"

A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the road,

holding a stack of playing cards in his hand.

The playing cards were a bit large, and the design was a bit ancient. It seemed that these playing cards were also quite old.

Zhou Ze walked step by step,

and with each step,

the ground beneath his feet transformed from white snow into solid ice because of the baleful aura.

"Clap clap clap!!!!"

The playing cards in the middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground,

and then he knelt down decisively,

shouting at Zhou Ze:

"I lost, I lost, I lost!

Your Excellency's gambling skills are superb, I admire you, I admire you!"

Zhou Ze smiled and walked past him.

A moment later,

Yingying with her white hair resolved the situation over there and walked over here.

The middle-aged man immediately raised his hands and shouted:

"I've already admitted defeat, admitted defeat!"

Yingying ignored him and continued to chase after her boss.

Afterwards,

two more people knelt on the ground and admitted defeat.

One was a pregnant woman, she was probably pregnant for more than sixty years, the baby in her belly was even more restless than Nezha.

She was gambling on whether the baby in her belly was male or female, odd or even, or three of a kind.

After placing the bet, you could cut open her belly yourself to see.

But she was very direct,

when Boss Zhou walked over with dark clouds and baleful aura overhead,

without saying a word,

she directly knelt down: "This concubine admires your skills!"

The other was a peasant woman, holding a handful of water spinach.

Seeing Zhou Ze approaching, she didn't even ask the standard line, and without saying a word, she picked the water spinach and knelt down;

Without much talk, she admitted defeat!

There were already five,

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward.

If the next two also admitted defeat,

then he would have completed his task,

and the matter of the guarantor would be settled.

In fact, the old woman's gigolos had tried their best to invite Zhou Ze, this guarantor, to kill all the people in this village with Zhou Ze's power, so that after the old woman died, the people in this village could not come out and snatch this gambling house from them.

But Zhou Ze didn't kill those who directly admitted defeat. After all, those gigolos didn't necessarily demand him to do so, and even if they did,

Heh,

who did they think they were?

At the end of the village,

there was a pond.

The pond had frozen over,

and in the very center of the pond, there was a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

In the pavilion, sat a person, pouring and drinking alcohol by himself.

This pose was indeed good,

very picturesque,

it should look pretty good if the camera zoomed in from afar.

But Boss Zhou admired him, not his person, but his bladder.

Sitting there posing and drinking alcohol, drinking for decades, you really couldn't last without an iron-like bladder.

On the ice on one side of the lakeside pavilion, a child wearing a straw raincoat was kneeling there, holding a fishing rod in his hand, in front of him was a round hole, and he was fishing.

He looked like a brain-dead fan of Jiang Ziya.

They were pretty good,

when Zhou Ze, who was like a villainous Boss descending, walked over with the aura of dark clouds pressing down on the city,

they were still able to maintain their artistic conception,

at least,

they were much better than the three who bowed down and admitted defeat before.

"I'll gamble drinking with you."

The man in the pavilion raised his wine jar, laughed loudly, with quite the style of the theme song of *Swordsman*.

"I'll compete fishing with you."

The little boy smiled slightly, with a shy expression, it was obvious that he didn't go out often.

Zhou Ze stopped and observed the two of them.

He wanted to confirm,

whether these two were just stubbornly putting on a facade or really had something to rely on.

The man in the pavilion stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion, looked at Zhou Ze, and said:

"Drinking requires beautiful scenery to accompany the alcohol."

After saying that,

the man waved his sleeve,

and said to Zhou Ze:

"Brother, what kind of scenery do you prefer?"

The next moment,

the surrounding ice and snow melted, a spring breeze brushed his face, and flowers and plants bloomed.

Even the baleful aura on Zhou Ze's body was suppressed at this moment, no longer able to affect the temperature here.

"Or this?"

As soon as the man finished speaking,

an autumn wind howled,

everything withered,

and the desolation of late autumn enveloped the surroundings.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed slightly,

he felt that the baleful aura entrenched outside his body had actually been shattered and taken away by this autumn wind.

These two moves,

spring breeze transforming rain, seemingly relaxed and casual, but contained extremely terrifying Dao energy within.

"Brother, are you choosing to fight or come over for a drink?"

The man stepped aside,

revealing the stone table in the pavilion behind him,

on top of it,

were placed two jugs of wine and two wine cups.

"Boss, let's fight!"

Yingying had finally caught up with her boss's pace at this time.

Zhou Ze raised his hand,

the blackness in his eyes slowly faded, and he voluntarily withdrew from his half-zombie state.

At the same time,

he reached out and gently tapped his chest:

"Wake up, it's time to eat."