Chapter 128 A Stroll

Yingying had already begun to disappear. Zhou Ze walked to the bookstore door, pushed it open, and walked out. Turning back, Ying Gou was already behind him.

"Walk with me," Zhou Ze said.

Ying Gou remained silent.

Boss Zhou found it amusing. Now he realized he stuttered and was too embarrassed to speak?

When had he ever been so shy and introverted before?

But Zhou Ze was still afraid that Ying Gou hadn't understood him, so he bent down slightly and pointed at Ying Gou's jio.

"Walk with me, with your feet."

Walking with someone meant staying together, accompanying step by step.

Not walking fifty meters ahead,

and then,

Biu!

Suddenly appearing behind or in front of him.

That wasn't walking; that was shepherding.

Ying Gou remained silent.

Zhou Ze turned back to look at the entrance of the old bookstore.

Gū wàng tīng zhī, rú shì wǒ wén. (Take it with a grain of salt, thus I have heard.)

The two plaques were constantly being washed by the heavy rain.

Sigh,

the former self was quite artistic.

Perhaps it was because he had just "revived" and felt a sense of loneliness like a wanderer.

Boss Zhou started walking again.

It was no longer clear whether it was reality or illusion. Originally, the surrounding things were very fake, but now, because of Ying Gou's actions, the true and the false were indistinguishable.

He only knew that after walking for a while, the concrete road under his feet began to become muddy, and around him, locust trees began to stretch out in bizarre poses.

It was a pity that there weren't any stagehands inside the big trees; otherwise, Boss Zhou might have bowed to them to express his gratitude for their hard work.

However, these arrangements were ultimately wasted on blind men.

No matter how terrifying the atmosphere, no matter how much suspense was built up,

it was meaningless to the two walking side by side.

Perhaps, for the vast majority of people in this world, the two of them were the most terrifying beings.

At least, the souls in hell certainly thought so.

"I don't remember coming here before," Zhou Ze said.

Ying Gou remained silent.

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Ying Gou on the back.

"Hey, talk."

Ying Gou turned his head to look at Zhou Ze, the impatience already written in his eyes.

Most people who keep dogs for a long time will have a similar feeling.

I'm already showing you great care and consideration by getting up early to walk you, despite wanting to sleep in,

What else do you want?

"Fine, fine."

Zhou Ze gave up the idea of having Ying Gou accompany him, smoking and chatting along the way.

Actually, with the premise that his days were numbered... in fact, maybe not even a "day" was left, he wanted to create some more memories for himself, but looking at the iron-headed fool's attitude...

Maybe for the iron-headed fool, death was just death.

If there had to be some lyrical, goosebump-inducing scenes before death,

Ying Gou would choose to die early.

The muddy ground slowly turned back into a concrete road, but the condition of the concrete road underneath was vastly different from the roads in the city, obviously much rougher.

Looking ahead,

he didn't know when,

a high wall,

had appeared in front of them.

The wall was very high, but it wasn't a city wall in hell, because there were searchlights on top, and barbed wire and electric fences at the upper edge.

And these arrangements were unnecessary in hell.

"No road ahead," Zhou Ze said with a sigh.

He really didn't know what would appear next. He was just walking around on a whim, and after the iron-headed fool added a kick, how this dreamlike and illusory scene would develop had long been out of Zhou Ze's control.

Ying Gou stepped forward,

raised his foot,

and seemed ready to kick the wall down directly.

Zhou Ze quickly reached out and stopped Ying Gou, preventing him from doing so.

It was like a child going to an amusement park, always wanting to play a little longer before going back. Going back meant doing homework, going to school, going to tutoring classes, so boring.

Being able to procrastinate for a while was worth it.

Then,

in Ying Gou's gaze,

Zhou Ze began... climbing the wall.

His fingernails could easily dig into the wall, and his physical fitness was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine, so climbing the wall was even easier than Spider-Man.

While climbing,

Zhou Ze looked to his side and saw Ying Gou.

However,

Ying Gou wasn't climbing the wall like Zhou Ze; he was walking straight up it, his body at a 90-degree angle to the wall.

After climbing over the wall and jumping inside, Zhou Ze realized where he was. It was a prison.

If he remembered correctly, it was Tongcheng Prison. Old Zhang had even taken him here before.

Closest to him now was a one-story building that wasn't small, probably the prison library.

"Hey, did I arrange this, or did you?"

He was just trying to relax; how did he end up in prison? Was this how one relaxed?

Ying Gou shook his head slightly.

"I designed it myself? Was it random?"

The library door was unlocked.

When Zhou Ze opened the door,

he saw a pen standing in the center of a row of neat and clean desks.

The pen was like a dog ready to greet its owner home; it was already prepared.

"I wasn't thinking about it," Zhou Ze said speechlessly.

Although Shabi (idiot pen) was quite cute, he didn't actually have much affection for it. At least, not enough to want to see it one last time before going to the execution ground tonight.

The pen floated up, spun around in the air several times, and then sped towards him.

Finally,

the pen stopped in front of Zhou Ze, moving back and forth, as if trying to curry favor.

"Tsk, tsk..."

One shouldn't hit a smiling face,

Zhou Ze reached out and touched its body.

"Hey, remember? If I hadn't called out its name first, you might have swallowed me up long ago."

In the beginning, the conflict between Zhou Ze and Ying Gou was considerable.

From Zhou Ze's perspective, he didn't expect to be able to leave and establish his own household in such a diao zha tian (awesome) way like Half-Face. At least, he had to remain himself.

And Ying Gou at that time was also very disgusted with this tendency of a dog bullying its master.

Fortunately, at that moment, facing the attack of Shabi, Zhou Ze called out its name first.

Perhaps the person who made this pen and named it didn't expect that a name that was quite cool in his era would be given a new meaning a thousand years later.

Thanks to that pen, Zhou Ze was able to seal Ying Gou when he was at his most violent. Otherwise, Zhou Ze felt it was hard to say whether he would even exist now.

And Ying Gou's gaze fell on the pen, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

Zhou Ze held the pen in his hand, deliberately waved it in front of Ying Gou, and said,

"Are you angry?"

Ying Gou looked at the pen, then at Zhou Ze. There was no anger on his face, but he put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly.

Zhou Ze shrugged and released Shabi.

Shabi flew forward, drew a door, and took the initiative to open it for Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze walked into the door,

It was still raining inside the door,

Ahead,

there was a pavilion.

In the pavilion,

a man in white was sitting there drinking,

There were no dishes on the table, only wine, served with rainwater as an appetizer. Although it looked a little shabby, at least he had won in terms of artistic conception.

Unlike Boss Zhou and the clever Lawyer An,

he wasn't interested in specifically researching which dynasty the Last Lord of Fengdu was from.

In fact, the image that the Last Lord of Fengdu had always presented, both now and in the past, was truly Wei Jin (a period in Chinese history) style. After all, in that era, the upper class were desperately trying to pretend.

Under the same family conditions, whoever could pretend the best and in the most refined and unique way could rise to the top and have a better future.

And the Last Lord of Fengdu was obviously the master of them all.

In the pavilion, there were two little monkeys busy around the Last Lord of Fengdu.

One was busy warming wine, and the other was busy grinding powder.

The man in white seemed not to see Zhou Ze and Ying Gou, or even if he did, he deliberately pretended not to.

At least, he didn't invite them in for drinks and meat like before.

Huh, how realistic.

Since the other party didn't invite him, Zhou Ze was too lazy to go forward and join them.

Turning back, the door he had just entered through was gone, and under his feet was an abyss.

He was now standing on the top of Mount Tai.

To be honest, Zhou Ze didn't know if the Last Lord of Fengdu had taken back Mount Tai in his soul.

That Mount Tai had helped him a lot back then.

Ying Gou in one hand, Mount Tai in the other,

Zhou Ze would welcome anyone who wanted to possess him or use mental attacks.

Suddenly,

fog rose in the mountains,

The fog came very quickly, enveloping everything around.

Then,

orange lights appeared in the fog.

"Di di di..."

The sound of car horns sounded from all around.

The fog was gradually dissipating.

And just like that,

he was back on the streets of the city.

However,

just as Zhou Ze was about to continue walking forward and continue living life as it came, he noticed something uncoordinated under a telephone pole in front of him.

Light and shadow were distorted there. There was nothing obviously wrong, but it made people feel uncomfortable, like a drop of ink on a white tablecloth.

Zhou Ze walked forward, squatted down, and put his hand on that spot.

"Shua la... shua la... shua la..."

It sounded like something was squirming underneath.

Zhou Ze turned his head to look at Ying Gou, who was still standing beside him, and asked:

"Is this an Easter egg?"

Ying Gou stepped forward and kicked it!

"Bang!"

What he kicked was not Zhou Ze, but the area below.

"Shua la!"

It sounded like green screen being torn apart in a movie.

Zhou Ze saw Half-Face leaning against the telephone pole.

Half-Face's eyes were red, and his face wore an inscrutable expression.

Especially the black footprint on his face, it was so clear.

"Heh, taking a stroll?"