The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Zhou Ze and Ying Gou seemed to be lost in thought.

This kind of thought,

Was like looking back on my life,

What exactly did I do?

And for most people, this kind of thinking often leads to—sadness.

Zhou Ze broke the silence,

And said very seriously:

"I think, you should let others pursue what they want to pursue. There's no reason why me selling youtiao here is inferior to you doing scholarly research, right?"

Ying Gou didn't speak,

But his serious expression

Seemed to relax slightly.

"Cats have cat ways, dogs have dog ways, everyone has their own way of living, as long as they are happy."

Boss Zhou continued to pour chicken soup into himself and the person beside him, at the same time.

Lazy people often have an amazing talent for chicken soup. Otherwise, seeing everyone around you working hard, without the ability to cook chicken soup, how can you hypnotize yourself to continue to eat, drink, and wait for death?

Zhou Ze took a deep breath, looked at Ying Gou, and said:

"So, that sword, after slashing and slashing, in the end, will it still slash your dog...your head?"

"Sooner or later."

Zhou Ze pursed his lips. Okay, sooner or later.

The Yellow Emperor was dead, but the Yellow Emperor's thoughts and pursuits were still alive.

The person was gone, but the rules he set were still there, and for some reason, after so many years of precipitation and brewing, it finally became a system.

It was a bit like patching the world, or even adding a program to it.

The funny thing was that if Ying Gou hadn't chopped off those ten fingers in hell and hadn't stopped the general trend of the immortals returning, the incomplete rules left by the Yellow Emperor at that time would have been broken.

It was precisely because Ying Gou stopped it that the Yellow Emperor's rules continued to mature until they finally took shape successfully.

And Ying Gou, who once defended his previous insistence, could also be said to have indirectly defended the Yellow Emperor's original belief, and in the end, began to be targeted by this rule.

The logic was actually very simple.

It's just that,

Thinking about it, calculating it, Boss Zhou suddenly felt that Ying Gou's life, overall, could be divided into two parts.

The first half of his life was spent desperately digging a pit for the second half of his life,

The second half of his life was spent desperately trying to climb out of that pit.

"We can't copy Wangcai's way of playing, can we?"

Boss Zhou asked,

In fact, he was clear,

That this was nonsense.

Wangcai's "spirit of argumentation" was too high in level and pattern. On his side, there were really two salted fish, one big and one small. Did he still want to start a sect with salted fish?

In general, if you compare this world to an online game environment.

Then, the earliest pioneer player, the Yellow Emperor, not only laid the foundation for the basic gameplay and rules for future players,

But also got promoted to the game planning department.

Although his account was deleted, gone, he successfully opened a new rule for the entire game program.

This program needed to wait, needed to mature, needed to be perfected, but fortunately, it finally succeeded.

Ordinary players would not be affected by this program, because everyone wouldn't live too long or play for too long.

There were always people opening new accounts, always people deleting accounts, always in a state of dynamic balance.

And this rule was aimed at those "cheating" players who tried every means to find loopholes and didn't delete their accounts, and had begun to disrupt the balance of the game.

Xiezhi, like Ying Gou, belonged to this category, although Xiezhi had been "AFK."

And Ying Gou,

Was probably a "zombie account" in the true sense.

In order to cope with this "major cleanup" of the game system,

Xiezhi embarked on the path of "I killed myself."

You could say it was similar to an old account being deleted in an online game, but all the equipment and skills were transferred to a new account.

No matter which new player got his inheritance, he would replace him.

The Yellow Emperor was dead after all, and the rules were dead after all, and they had to be rigid, so Xiezhi could rely on this to jump out of that calamity.

Of course, a more appropriate understanding was that Xiezhi had turned himself into an NPC.

The kind of old man standing at the entrance of the novice village who asked every player who came to him to hunt monsters or collect straw outside the village.

Even if this server was dead, even if no new accounts entered the novice village, even if the national war outside was tragic, this NPC old man would always stand at the entrance of the village, looking into the distance with a profound gaze and a smile on his face.

And the problem now was, sooner or later, it would be Ying Gou's turn to delete his account, what to do?

At this time, discussing whether he could still live after Ying Gou died was meaningless, and it would be too hurtful.

Although it was common for everyone to fly away when disaster struck,

It was embarrassing to say it to his face.

Most importantly, after walking step by step to today, to this situation today, it wasn't like everything else could continue as usual if Ying Gou died.

It wasn't like you could retreat to the mountains and forests if you wanted to. Although it was hurtful, if Ying Gou was really gone, in the end, it was really hard to say how many people would be left in the bookstore.

The accumulated happiness that he had worked so hard to pick up from outside, had just been built up, and before he had enjoyed it for long, it would turn into a castle in the air, scattered with a single blow.

"No, you have a way, don't you?"

Zhou Ze looked at Ying Gou.

Ying Gou shouldn't have pulled himself into the depths of his soul this time just to give himself some science, then complain and say goodbye, take a bath, change clothes, and prepare to wait for death.

Waiting for death had never been Ying Gou's character;

Well, he didn't like waiting for death, he liked looking for death.

"There is a way." Ying Gou looked at Zhou Ze and said.

In fact, it was difficult for anyone to understand Ying Gou's mood now.

Because he had never thought that one day, he would ask his own watchdog for help.

Logically speaking, it was normal for him to ask his own watchdog to find him food before.

Wasn't it normal to raise a hunting dog to help with hunting?

But this time was different, because in this crisis, if he was at his peak, it would be fine. At worst, he could just go hard like he did when he chopped off ten fingers back then. Even if the target was changed to the rules left by the Yellow Emperor, he wouldn't necessarily be able to beat them.

However, right now, he really had no way to break the situation.

Just like what Zhou Ze thought in his heart, he could not want to live, he could go to die himself, actively go to die, but he didn't want to be swept into the trash can like trash by someone waving a broom.

Even if that person was the Yellow Emperor.

"What way, tell me, don't be polite, we're all family."

Zhou Ze sat down cross-legged, with a relaxed expression and a natural demeanor.

Fully interpreting what it meant to "take an inch and want a mile."

In fact, Boss Zhou wasn't usually so naive, but it depended on who he was dealing with. Even a black society boss who killed people without blinking an eye might be afraid of his wife when he got home.

And for Boss Zhou, it was really interesting and meaningful to tease the iron fool occasionally.

"There is a person who has been preparing to do this for a long time."

Ying Gou said.

"Who is it?" Zhou Ze asked.

In fact, Boss Zhou didn't know that many big shots.

"It's in your bookstore."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment,

"The old Taoist?"

Ying Gou defaulted.

"Heh..."

For a time,

Zhou Ze suddenly understood

Why the first generation in the dry well in hell a year ago proudly praised his descendants' cleverness in front of Ying Gou;

Why the old Taoist was able to discard the foundation passed down from generation to generation by the Lord of the Underworld without batting an eye.

But...

"That's not right, the old Taoist shouldn't be at your level of old monsters, right?"

Although the words were rough, the reasoning was not rough. The old Taoist was the last Lord of the Underworld. His age was certainly very old, but compared to Ying Gou, Hanba, and Xiezhi, who had been living since ancient times, the old Taoist was so young that he could be pinched.

Logically speaking, he hadn't reached the point of worrying about this kind of thing yet.

"The luck of their lineage is tied to each generation, from birth to end, to the next generation, born with it, unchangeable.

They benefited from the system established by the first Lord of the Underworld, but in the end, when this calamity comes, the last Lord of the Underworld will bear this backlash for all the previous ancestors."

"So, does that mean that the old Taoist's age is not calculated according to his own age, but should be calculated from the first generation, adding up generation by generation?"

If calculated this way,

The old Taoist really wasn't much younger than Ying Gou.

You should know that the first generation only barely missed the era with Ying Gou.

So,

If the old Taoist was still the Lord of the Underworld, still living on Mount Tai, carefree and at ease, reigning over hell;

Then,

It was really hard to say whether the Xuanyuan Sword would first cut Xiezhi or the old Taoist, and it was even more likely that it would cut the old Taoist first;

After all, although people Xiezhi had lived for a long time, they had lived very low-key;

Ying Gou had lived for a long time, but he was very miserable now.

The Xuanyuan Sword definitely had its own calculation method for who to cut first. It could calculate threat, it could calculate influence. In short, if the old Taoist was still the Lord of the Underworld, he would definitely be the primary target of the Xuanyuan Sword!

Looking at it this way,

The old Taoist in his previous life,

That man in white who often appeared in his dreams,

Was really... a bit terrifying.

Had he been planning and scheming to save his own life a thousand years in advance?

This ability to predict, this foresight, this selfishness and decisiveness to abandon anything to save his life, tsk tsk...

It was also quite ridiculous,

This kind of person,

Had actually become the "spendthrift" who had been ridiculed by the ten thousand ghosts of hell for thousands of years.

So, sometimes, when laughing at others for being stupid, you really have to be alert, because the one who is really stupid is probably yourself, who is laughing at others.

"What method is he using?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Xiezhi's method couldn't be copied, because there was nowhere to copy it, so only taking the old Taoist's path was left. Anyway, everyone was familiar, and it shouldn't be a big problem to copy it.

"Scapegoat."

"Scapegoat?"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of a person, and immediately felt a little absurd, a little unbelievable,

And said in a deep voice:

"Bodhisattva?"