Chapter 155 Is This a Good Time to Be Sentimental?

It had been ten days since the typhoon passed.

That extremely influential typhoon seemed to have conveniently taken away the sweltering heat of midsummer as well. It was already September, and the various signs of autumn were becoming more and more obvious.

Although it could still feel a little muggy at high noon, it was only for a short period. Morning and evening already had the coolness of autumn.

Inside the wax museum, Hei Xiaoniu held a roasted corn in one hand and a roasted sweet potato in the other, eating with relish.

Deadpool sat next to her, smiling foolishly.

Hei Xiaoniu, with her mouth full of food, rolled her eyes at Deadpool in annoyance and kicked him.

"Ugh ugh ugh, ugh ugh ugh!"

Although her words were unclear, Deadpool understood Hei Xiaoniu's meaning. He pulled his lower body out of the mud, walked to the side, and carried the basket of fruit that Hei Xiaoniu had picked and washed in the morning. He turned back to Hei Xiaoniu with a silly smile and walked out of the wax museum.

It was past noon, and now it was the afternoon. A large basket of fruit was indeed not light, but it was nothing for Deadpool.

Crossing a small green belt, he arrived at South Street.

At the entrance of the pharmacy, Fangfang, wearing a wedding dress, was holding the hands of several other nurses and talking.

Today was Fangfang's wedding day. Although her abdomen was clearly bulging, she and her husband had not had time to hold the wedding.

Her husband was stationed at the border, and Fangfang herself didn't know the specifics of his work, but it was really not easy for him to come back on leave.

Fortunately, Fangfang herself was open-minded and could understand her husband's work. After all, without that awareness, she wouldn't have chosen to be a military wife.

Fangfang saw Deadpool passing by with a basket of fruit and ran over enthusiastically, handing him two boxes of wedding candy.

"Here, let's share the joy."

The wax museum was very close to here, and Deadpool and Hei Xiaoniu often appeared in the bookstore, so Fangfang was already familiar with them.

Although she didn't know their real identities, Fangfang knew that the fruit they grew was really good. In short, it was much tastier than the fruit bought on the street.

After her pregnancy symptoms became obvious, Hei Xiaoniu had specially picked some plums for Fangfang, and Fangfang couldn't stop eating that jar of pickled plums all day long.

Her parents-in-law were overjoyed when they saw it.

Deadpool took the wedding candy and turned his back to Fangfang.

"Eat, eat, eat fruit."

Fangfang wasn't polite, said "mm," and reached out to take a few big pears, but after thinking about it, she put the pears down and instead took a few apples and a bunch of grapes.

"Come have dinner tonight, at the Nantong Hotel in front, not far."

Deadpool nodded foolishly.

Fangfang didn't know if he understood, because all along, Fangfang had treated him as a mentally challenged person.

Of course, there was no discrimination here. Although the person looked simple and silly, he had a really good heart.

Before Deadpool left, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gou Xin peeking out from the door of the ward.

However, Deadpool didn't care much about it. In fact, there weren't many things he cared about now. Although his days were simple, they were also very fulfilling.

Fangfang came back with the fruit, and Gou Xin immediately shrank back into the ward.

The ward door was quickly pushed open, and Fangfang placed some grapes and an apple on the bedside table.

"I'm always eating your things; I'm really embarrassed."

"Don't be so polite, just eat." Fangfang didn't mind.

"Are you getting married today? I'll transfer the bride price to you."

"No, no, no need. Thanks to you, our pharmacy's performance has been very good in the past two years, and our dividends are very high. Otherwise, my husband and I wouldn't have been able to scrape together the money to buy a wedding house. You've already helped me so much; how could I still have the nerve to take your money?

If I really took your money, would that still be a human thing to do!"

"............" Gou Xin.

Over there, Deadpool had already pushed open the door and walked into the bookstore.

Xu Qinglang happened to be walking out of the kitchen. Seeing Deadpool coming with fruit, he smiled and walked over, helping him put down the basket and casually peeling an orange.

Deadpool nodded with a smile and pointed to the fruit.

"Okay, thank you."

"Heh heh heh."

Deadpool turned around with a smile and left the bookstore.

Xu Qinglang walked behind the counter while eating the orange and happened to see Yingying walking down the stairs with a bed sheet.

"Is it raining? The bed sheet is so wet?"

As Xu Qinglang spoke, he specially poked his head to look at the glass door, but it didn't look like it was raining.

Hearing this, Yingying's face instantly turned red, and she quickly pushed open the bathroom door while holding the bed sheet.

"Ah!"

Old Dao's scream came from the bathroom.

Yingying closed the door again after opening it.

"Old Dao and Monkey are taking a bath inside. You were too fast; I didn't have time to remind you."

As he spoke, Xu Qinglang threw two more orange segments into his mouth.

Old Dao didn't dare to dawdle any longer. He quickly wiped his body, put on his clothes, opened the door, smiled apologetically at Yingying, and then took a dry towel and a hair dryer to dry Monkey's fur.

Yingying walked into the bathroom and started washing the bed sheet.

Outside, Xu Qinglang finished eating the orange and called out to Old Dao:

"Old Dao, there's fruit here. Help yourself. I'm going to buy some ribs to stew tonight."

"Okay, okay."

Old Dao answered while continuing to dry the little monkey's fur.

The little monkey lay on the counter, arms and legs spread out, fully enjoying the blow-dry service.

Seeing how comfortable this guy was, Old Dao couldn't help but pat it on the head and scolded with a smile:

"You little rascal, look how comfortable you are."

"Come in."

At the door, Lawyer An proactively pushed open the door of the bookstore and led two unfamiliar middle-aged men in.

Old Dao continued to dry Monkey's fur and glanced over there, shouting:

"Lawyer An, it's not easy for you to go home this time."

Lawyer An hadn't returned this week.

Of course, he definitely wasn't camping out. Rather, there were many things to do in Hell. The King Equality's Palace had just been restored, and selecting, appointing, cultivating, and developing cronies was truly a series of matters.

Many people in the bookstore had already started working in Hell, such as Lin Ke and the disfigured man brought back from Sanya. His entire clan was gone, leaving only him. Anyway, it was an eyesore to keep him in the bookstore, so he was simply thrown into Hell to hang a position and wander around.

"You can't say that. This is my home; how can I not come back?"

Lawyer An responded to Old Dao while gesturing for the two middle-aged men who had entered with him to sit on the sofa.

Old Dao finished drying Monkey's fur and threw the towel to Monkey.

"Wipe yourself again."

Then, Old Dao made two cups of tea and brought them over, placing them on the coffee table.

"I want coffee."

Lawyer An reminded him while pushing the two cups of tea in front of his two guests.

"I know, I know."

Old Dao nodded, inadvertently glancing at the two people Lawyer An brought in. They both looked to be in their forties. One was alright, just with a somewhat delicate face, showing good maintenance.

The other was the opposite extreme, with a face as black as charcoal.

Because he was so black, Old Dao couldn't help but take a few more glances and couldn't help but joke:

"Hey, little brother, you're as black as Bao Zheng." (famous upright judge known for his dark complexion)

The middle-aged man with particularly dark skin picked up his teacup, nodded, and said:

"Good eye."

"............" Old Dao.

Turning around,

Raising his foot,

Taking a step,

Old Dao felt his legs were a little weak.

Oh my…

I should have thought of it earlier.

Lawyer An turned around and pointed to the landscape painting on the wall behind him, saying:

"This is the painting."

The two middle-aged men immediately stood up, looking a little restrained.

"Since we're here, we naturally have to pay our respects."

The black-faced man said.

"Yes, yes." The other middle-aged man echoed.

Lawyer An nodded, made a help-yourself gesture, and crossed his legs casually.

King Yama Bao and King Song Yu tidied their clothes, walked to the painting, and began to pay their respects with great ceremony.

"Hello, please sign for a package." A delivery guy came to the door.

"Oh, okay."

Lawyer An took the opportunity to get up, walked to the door, and took the package. The recipient was Yingying, and the sender seemed to be an online store selling medical supplies.

This couldn't help but make Lawyer An feel a little strange. If they wanted to buy medical supplies, their own pharmacy was right next door, so why send a special delivery?

Old Dao had already walked over with Lawyer An's Superba cup, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two people kneeling and worshiping in front of the painting, and his eyelids twitched a few more times.

Don't look, don't look, just pretend I don't know who they are, don't know, don't know…

"Whose package is it?" Old Dao asked, seeing Lawyer An holding the package.

"Yingying's."

"What did she buy?"

"How can you open someone else's pack…………"

"The box inside says pregnancy test."

At this time, the black-faced middle-aged man walked over and said.

A package certainly couldn't block his eyes.

King Song Yu reached out and patted King Yama Bao on the shoulder, signaling him to shut up.

He knew that his colleague probably really didn't understand some of the new things that had emerged in the human world in recent decades.

Just like when the Bodhisattva once asked King Chujiang Li to buy a few boxes of batteries to see.

Ahem…

Lawyer An placed the package on the bar while muttering:

"It hasn't even been ten days; there's no need for this. I need to find some time to have Lin Ke come over and popularize some physiological knowledge for her."

Well, although Lin Ke's body doesn't have the conditions now, her experience is unmatched.

Old Dao took the little monkey back upstairs. To be honest, although Lawyer An is now considered a Yama, some things are ingrained. Old Dao really didn't dare to chat with two genuine Kings of Hell sitting together.

Lawyer An led the two Kings of Hell back to their seats.

"Is 'that one' not here?" King Song Yu asked tentatively.

"Upstairs, probably."

"Oh, good." King Song Yu looked a little restrained.

"It's okay, relax. We're all family. My boss is very nice and always educates us to be kind to others."

"Yes, yes."

"That sword…" King Yama Bao had just opened his mouth when he realized that Lawyer An's expression had suddenly changed.

King Song Yu glanced at King Yama Bao with some disgust. Alas, "iron-faced and selfless" had a synonym: not knowing how to act in social situations.

Lawyer An pondered for a moment and said:

"That sword is naturally in our boss's hands. What, is there a problem?"

"I want to… see it." King Yama Bao said.

Lawyer An's eyebrows twitched, and he shook his head:

"Think too much."

Even he couldn't afford it. Since that day, he hadn't had the chance to glance at the sword, and he didn't know where the boss had hidden it.

In fact, despite Lawyer An's display of a close relationship with the boss in front of these two Kings of Hell, the truth was that Lawyer An didn't dare to return to the bookstore often because he was afraid of his boss.

After all… who knows who his boss really is now?

People always have an instinctive fear of the unknown, and for Lawyer An, that unknown was a great terror that could make him disappear with a wave of the hand.

"Have some manners! How can a Tool of Rules be shown to just anyone?" King Song Yu couldn't help but scold his colleague.

Lawyer An raised his hand to calm him down, helping King Yama Bao out of the situation, saying:

"It's not impossible to be flexible. I'll find an opportunity to talk to the boss, after all, the King Equality's Palace was built so quickly, and you two old brothers have put in a lot of effort.

Since we're all family, there's definitely no need to be too polite."

Everyone flattered each other, and even King Yama Bao now had a smile on his face towards Lawyer An.

And for Lawyer An, being able to sit face-to-face with two Kings of Hell and call them brothers was a feeling that made his bones tingle.

King Yama Bao was obviously more sincere. This person's actions and deeds were all done with a kind of sincerity, so when Yinggou first swept through Hell, he was the only one who survived unscathed.

Of course, it was not difficult to understand why he was ostracized. The position of the First Palace was squeezed out.

"The layout of countless years has finally succeeded. To be honest, whenever I recall the scenes at sea that day, my heart is uneasy.

Splitting the soul to make the main soul, and the main soul to make the split soul, deceived the world, and deceived the Xuanyuan Sword, and most importantly, deceived ourselves at the same time.

When the Xuanyuan Sword comes down, the Sword God will inevitably have traces of the split soul;

At that time, the main soul will awaken automatically due to the demise of the split soul, and with the Xuanyuan Sword retaining traces of the split soul, it will act as a echo and connection, forcibly extracting the Xuanyuan Sword again.

This kind of method, this kind of layout, is truly awe-inspiring."

It could be heard that King Yama Bao was sincerely sighing.

"That's from our perspective. It's a matter of enduring through long years. But in reality, it's like a child entering school, studying hard for ten years, for the sake of future success.

In 'that one's' eyes, the concept of time is completely different from ours."

King Song Yu chimed in.

Hearing this, Lawyer An nodded and raised his Superba cup, saying:

"Let's drink to the boss! May the boss have boundless longevity!"

The two Kings of Hell also raised their teacups, and the three clinked their cups together.

Lawyer An tilted his head back and drank in one gulp:

"Glug glug glug…"

At this moment,

a figure walked down from the stairs.

"Boss!"

Lawyer An stood up immediately.

King Song Yu and King Yama Bao also quickly stood up, looking at Zhou Ze who was walking down.

Lawyer An was only worried in his heart, but these two Kings of Hell revealed their unease and panic on their faces.

It wasn't because they were so不堪, but rather, anyone who saw a terrifying existence that could cut you down like leeks probably wouldn't be able to remain calm.

Zhou Ze seemed to have something to do, and only gave Lawyer An a glance before pushing open the bookstore door and walking out.

From beginning to end, he didn't pay much attention to the two Kings of Hell standing next to Lawyer An.

But the two Kings of Hell didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction, and even had a sense of relief.

After Zhou Ze left,

King Yama Bao and King Song Yu said their farewells, because according to what Lawyer An had told them on the way, "politeness never hurts."

The implication was, don't come empty-handed, bring some rare objects.

The more vulgar, the better. The more valuable, the better.

In fact, there were many hidden natural treasures in the human world.

With Lawyer An's guidance and having seen the real person, the two Kings of Hell now planned to leave the bookstore temporarily and go find gifts.

One said that there was a jade vein not far from Tongcheng in Zhejiang Province, and he would go find it.

The other said that in the depths of the Bohai Sea, there was a thousand-year-old luminous pearl, hidden in the crevices of a water eye, and he would go retrieve it.

After seeing the two Kings of Hell off,

Lawyer An sat down,

pulled out a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped the sweat from his face.

This won't do, this won't do. No matter who the boss is now, no matter what kind of personality he has, no matter what changes the boss has, he can't become estranged from the boss.

At the same time, Lawyer An was constantly warning himself in his heart that he couldn't be complacent, he couldn't be ambitious, he had to forge ahead and continue his efforts. He had already licked his way to a position of Hell King. He had to believe that as long as his tongue skills were deep enough, an iron pestle could be ground into a needle!

Maybe he could even lick his way to a new generation of Prefecture Lord?

However, if he became the Prefecture Lord, where should he open his dojo?

Mount Tai wouldn't be suitable. First, he had to save some face for the one in the painting. In case that one suddenly wanted to come out and get some air one day, when he came back to his hometown he'd find that his old house had been occupied by him. That would be…

Moreover, Mount Tai had already been contracted by the judge who used to bathe Di Ting, and was now full of crops, a veritable Hell breeding base;

There was no place for him to build a palace.

While Lawyer An was immersed in fantasy, the bookstore door was pushed open again. Old Zhang walked in and sat directly across from Lawyer An, in the same position where the two Kings of Hell had been sitting.

"Were those two just now, Kings of Hell?"

One of their faces was too recognizable, it was hard not to recognize him.

Lawyer An nodded.

He knew that ever since that night, the situation was set. Old Zhang had completely become a "nanny," wishing he could surround his great-granddaughter-in-law all day long to protect her in secret.

He was very nervous about the arrival of the new generation of the Zhang family, and even specially resigned from his position as an attendant in King Equality's Palace for this.

"You're really amazing now, no ordinary people among your visitors. By the way, are you not planning to deal with the remaining three Attendants? Those Kings of Hell are all eager to fight."

"Anyway, they can't make any big waves. Leaving them, they can still provide some checks and balances. After all, our foundation is weak. Let's set up the team first. If those Kings of Hell are all allowed to come back, it's not necessarily a good thing for us."

"Alright, these words have the air of a big shot."

Lawyer An chuckled and raised his Superba cup again:

"Glug glug glug…"

Old Zhang frowned slightly. Recently, he even checked what his great-granddaughter-in-law ate beforehand to prevent any accidents, so he was quite sensitive about food safety.

He had been too lazy to say anything before, but now it didn't matter, so he directly said to Lawyer An:

"If you keep drinking this, be careful your stomach will be full of stones."

Lawyer An rolled his eyes at Old Zhang in disdain, pointed to the Superba cup in his hand, squinted his eyes, revealed a meaningful expression, and said:

"I drank my way to a King of Hell."

………………

After Zhou Ze left the bookstore, he didn't actually go far. He turned around and entered the department store next door.

It was called the Department Store, and more than ten years ago, it was a landmark building in Tongcheng.

Of course, although it didn't have the towering status it once did, it was located in the very center of the South Street commercial district and still maintained its own style.

Zhou Ze casually wandered around inside. He had originally planned to buy some jewelry, but after looking around, he couldn't find a style that satisfied him.

In the end, he got tired of the hassle and decided not to buy anything. He went directly to the top floor by elevator and then walked onto the rooftop.

Originally, he had arranged to meet a woman here, but when he came up, he saw two women.

One was wearing a white dress, holding a red umbrella.

Behind this girl stood a middle-aged woman, graceful, slightly plump, wearing a cyan qipao (traditional Chinese dress).

Zhou Ze's eyes didn't show any fluctuation as he stood there silently.

The woman in the qipao bowed slightly, looking a little cautious, and said:

"This concubine, only wanted to come and see you."

Hearing this, the Drought Fiend standing next to her immediately said:

"Now you've seen him, go back to your Bridge of Helplessness!"

The Meng Po (Lady Meng) wearing the qipao looked at Zhou Ze deeply again, seeming to be truly satisfied, turned around, and her figure dissipated, returning to Hell.

On the rooftop, only the Drought Fiend and Zhou Ze remained.

"Father's sword has ultimately fallen into your hands."

Zhou Ze remained silent.

"You kept it from me so well. I really couldn't tell before. The you at that time was actually just a clone transformed from a drop of your essence blood. It was too similar, really too similar."

Facing the Drought Fiend's outpouring, Zhou Ze continued to remain silent.

"You have quite a few women by your side now, don't you."

The Drought Fiend slowly walked towards Zhou Ze, continuing to say:

"That female zombie, don't you even look at the generations. You are the genuine ancestor of her family. Alright, you men, anyway, all like to eat something tender.

But seven days ago, I sensed a little bit of the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword again. You actually used the Xuanyuan Sword to help that mortal woman treat her illness?

That's the Xuanyuan Sword, and you're really willing to part with it."

The Drought Fiend was naturally talking about Doctor Lin.

In fact, Doctor Lin's illness wasn't really a big problem. It was just AIDS.

But to not affect her life, to not affect her lifestyle, and to cure AIDS, that was indeed very difficult.

Fortunately, the Xuanyuan Sword came in handy.

Although this was unavoidably overkill, since the sword was in Zhou Ze's hands, he could naturally use it as he saw fit.

"I don't mind, I really don't mind. In fact, I'm even jealous. I'm jealous of that woman from the Bridge of Helplessness who was standing next to me just now. She actually got to do it before me…"

Saying this, the Drought Fiend lowered her head as if shy, posing in a posture that evoked pity.

However,

she was facing a man who was completely insensitive to romance.

Zhou Ze turned around, facing away from the Drought Fiend, and grabbed the railing with both hands, as if gazing into the distance.

The sky quickly turned from afternoon to evening, and the outline of the moon could already be seen on the horizon.

"No matter what, I'm willing for Father's sword to be in your hands. Only you could think of using a split soul as your scapegoat to attract the Xuanyuan Sword to descend and kill it, while at the same time condensing the blood of the split soul on the Xuanyuan Sword.

As long as that drop of blood continues to be attached to the Xuanyuan Sword, then the Xuanyuan Sword will always have a connection with you, and it will no longer be able to escape your control.

Really, Yinggou, you've changed, you've become so unfamiliar to me. Because the you of the past wouldn't have thought of doing this, wouldn't have planned so much."

The Drought Fiend kept talking, even though she didn't get the slightest response, but she only thought that the man was always not good at expressing himself.

After all,

in this world, the only one who could match him was her.

"Do you still remember when Father first brought you back to the tribe, you were only focused on holding the meat and sitting there gobbling it down? I saw you, and you would only smile foolishly at me."

The Drought Fiend fell into memory.

"At that time, I was really curious. I was thinking, how could Father bring back an idiot.

Later, the war started. At first, you were just a small soldier, but later, you became stronger and stronger, and you started leading troops. And later, as the tribe grew stronger, you had more and more soldiers under your command.

I still remember the day you blocked Chi You. You came back covered in injuries. I personally bandaged your wounds. I complained that you were too stupid. Such a dangerous thing as holding the rear, and you even had to face Chi You. Why didn't you let someone else do it?

You answered me that others were not worthy of fighting Chi You.

At that time, I felt that you had changed, but it wasn't until that day that I understood how much you had changed.

You had become so unfamiliar to me, even making me feel scared.

You said, how great it would be if everything could be fixed on the first day.

The day Chi You was killed, the whole tribe celebrated.

That day, Father went to the back mountain to find you.

You always thought that Father wanted you to marry me in order to bind you, to make you continue to work for him.

It wasn't, really it wasn't. The war was over, Father had already become the leader, and later, even the Immortal Court couldn't withstand his sword.

In fact, that day, it was I who begged Father to go.

But that day, you also rejected Father's proposal. Do you know how sad I cried alone that night when the whole tribe was celebrating the victory?"

Saying this,

the Drought Fiend smiled despondently,

"When you rebelled against Father and went to Hell alone, how much I hoped you could turn your head and look at me, or call me to go with you.

I'd rather not be this princess anymore. I'm willing to be with you in Hell, lying on our own sea of ​​the underworld, sitting on our white bone throne."

The Drought Fiend took a deep breath. At this time, she was really no different from an ordinary woman.

"Originally, I thought my time was running out, because in fact, I myself wasn't very confident that I could survive Father's sword. Fortunately, now the Xuanyuan Sword is in your hands, and the sword hanging over our heads has disappeared.

Yinggou, I have a lot of time, we all have long years. I can wait, wait until the day you are willing to accept me. I believe that day won't be too far away."

After saying this,

the Drought Fiend looked at Zhou Ze's back,

waited for a long time,

seeing that Zhou Ze didn't have the slightest intention of turning around or speaking,

a desolate smile appeared on the Drought Fiend's face,

"I'll wait for you."

As soon as she finished speaking,

the Drought Fiend's figure disappeared,

appearing directly a hundred miles away.

And at this time,

the Drought Fiend's face was filled with resentment!

"Yinggou, you'd rather care about those lowly bitches than look at me?

Okay, you wait. I'll see how long you can protect those little bitches. Don't give me a chance, otherwise, when I've completely recovered my energy, I'll suppress and kill those little bitches one by one.

I'll see if you'll regret being so indifferent to me then!"

However,

just as the Drought Fiend was about to continue her next "咫尺天涯 (zhǐ chǐ tiān yá, a Chinese idiom meaning 'close at hand, yet worlds apart')" to return to her place of slumber for countless years,

her figure,

suddenly stopped.

She raised her head,

in her eyes,

the previous resentment had long since vanished, replaced by intense astonishment.

Because she saw that the moon above her head had turned into a sword at some point!

"Impossible, this is impossible, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Xuanyuan Sword, shouldn't this sword be in your hands? How could it have returned to the sky!

Impossible, Yinggou, how could you do this, why would you do this!

That was the sword that you spent countless years plotting to obtain, how could you discard it, how is it possible!"

No matter how many impossibilities there were, no matter how much disbelief and shock there was,

that sword,

did indeed return to the sky, clearly and unmistakably,

and,

was aimed at the Drought Fiend on the ground,

and slashed down!

………………

On the rooftop,

Zhou Ze continued to maintain the posture of grabbing the railing with both hands and looking into the distance,

Night fell,

and the evening breeze was pleasant.

Zhou Ze raised his head, looked at the bright moon above him,

and suddenly smiled and sang:

"Look at this moon, it's so bright and clear, just like this bowl, it's so big and round."

Perhaps he sang too off-key, making it feel too torturous and shameful.

From Zhou Ze's heart,

a very impatient voice sounded:

"Watch… dog…"