Chapter 116 Garden

The quiet in the garden behind the police station persisted, and had been for quite some time.

Everyone maintained a tacit silence, perhaps because the power of the xiezhi (a mythical beast) had plowed through the area, leaving the air exceptionally fresh, far surpassing any so-called natural oxygen bar.

It was similar to the feeling after Geng Chen released karma fire using formations, as if all the impurities and filth around had been harmonized away.

But after a while, it did become somewhat unbearable.

Qing and the others were already feeling fatigued. If it continued, they couldn't guarantee they would have enough energy to prevent the woman from escaping.

The woman was even more exhausted. The feeling of waiting for death was inexplicably drawn out, as if she had been skewered onto a bamboo stick and roasted over charcoal, occasionally flipped, and seasoned with salt and oil.

Finally,

Zhou Ze, who had been standing there with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

The oppressive force,

also slowly dissipated,

like the receding tide.

A glimmer of hope appeared in the woman's eyes, and she quickly spread out her hands.

Qing and the others immediately moved to counter her.

However,

just then,

Zhou Ze's figure suddenly disappeared,

and in the next moment, he appeared directly in front of the woman,

one hand,

clutching her neck,

and then,

"Bang!"

She was thrown, indeed.

But not a single speck of dust rose from the ground.

The power that had just gathered around the woman's body completely shattered in the fall. Everything profoundly illustrated what it meant to make light work of heavy loads.

Qing, Liang, and You almost braked simultaneously, avoiding getting "bombed" along with their boss.

But like suddenly stopping while running, their bodies inevitably suffered some impact. Blood spilled from their noses or mouths, and the energy within their bodies became chaotic.

And Zhou Ze, the look in his eyes became gloomy again,

at this moment,

Qing suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment,

as if the tide that had just surged and receded,

was just his illusion.

It was also like his boss was toying with his opponent, deliberately offering a flaw to his prey, letting her run, letting her jump, and then ruthlessly suppressing her.

Zhou Ze's fingernails pierced the woman's forehead,

and the baleful aura contained within began to spread out,

soon,

a black rune appeared on the woman's forehead;

this seal was infinitely more overbearing than when Hei Xiaoniu's (Black Little Cow) leg was sealed.

The woman's pupils began to dilate, and black meridians began to grow rapidly, covering her entire body almost in the blink of an eye.

Consciousness and body, the dual chains would completely cut off any chance of the woman resisting.

Yes,

the woman couldn't die,

otherwise Lao Zhang (Old Zhang) would be finished.

Even,

she couldn't be given the chance to commit suicide.

Having done all this,

Zhou Ze turned his head,

and looked at Qing and the others beside him, and the immortal slave shadow kneeling not far away.

The gaze filled with intense pressure swept over them, like a mountain pressing down on their shoulders.

Not to mention that the hierarchy was now established, even before, facing such an imposing aura from a truly ancient behemoth, Qing didn't think he could truly withstand it upright.

With a "thump,"

Qing and the others knelt on one knee.

As for the immortal slave shadow, he was already kneeling, but he buried his forehead even lower.

Zhou Ze slowly closed his eyes,

then,

slowly opened them again,

a deep sense of fatigue swept over him,

Boss Zhou staggered a few steps,

and slumped to the ground.

The oppressive force dissipated,

and Qing and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to that supreme and terrifying existence, they still found their current boss more endearing from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, many people in the bookstore had this kind of "morbid torment" syndrome. The most severe cases were Lawyer An and the others, while Qing and the others were currently in the initial stages of being tempered.

"Let's go back."

Zhou Ze raised his hand with some difficulty and waved.

………………

This time, he was indeed too tired.

Perhaps it was because he had already expended a great deal of energy in the fight against the man in the suit, coupled with the appearance of Ying Gou (a powerful zombie), which was equivalent to another round of squeezing his body dry.

Or perhaps, Ying Gou's multimedia class had depleted his energy because Ying Gou didn't stutter and spoke so much.

In short,

on the way back,

Boss Zhou began to experience a sense of trance.

A "buzzing" sound began to appear in his ears, as if people were constantly making noise around him;

but in reality, everyone in the car was very quiet, probably knowing that the boss wasn't feeling well, so they didn't dare to provoke him.

In such a daze, it seemed that he had returned to the bookstore, that Yingying had helped him over, and that some cool and moist feeling began to sweep over his body, bringing him a long-lost sense of ease.

Bathing, wiping his body, changing clothes,

it seemed that he could only breathe a sigh of relief until he lay on the bed.

But what followed was a violent sense of dizziness, like being sick. He suddenly turned over, wanting to vomit, but he held back.

Then, an icy hand began to be placed on his forehead, and another icy hand was gently sliding back and forth on his chest.

The feeling of restlessness and anxiety began to gradually fade,

Zhou Ze's consciousness,

fell into darkness.

………………

Drip,

drip,

drip;

It was that damn sound of water again,

it was that damn scene again,

it was that tormenting rhythm again;

"Fuck!"

At this moment, it seemed that he could only vent his depressed mood with swear words.

It had been quite a while, perhaps because of the improvement of his physical fitness and his own progress, that the kind of thing where his body was greatly damaged after Ying Gou came out really hadn't happened for a long time.

Even in the past, at most, he would be carried back by Lao Dao (Old Daoist) and Yingying like a blood-soaked person, and after being in a coma for ten days and a half, other than being a little weak, there really weren't any other discomforts.

This time, it felt like his whole body had a fever of forty degrees, making him extremely uncomfortable in a daze.

And at this time,

when he should have been resting well,

he was once again dragged into this damn dream.

Turning his head,

looking down,

yes,

under the water,

the Xuanyuan Sword's scabbard was still very wretchedly poking out.

Boss Zhou sat on the ground with some dejection, too lazy to even look at the scabbard again.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this,

Zhou Ze felt that his feverish forehead seemed to be more comfortable and calm,

and then he stood up again.

Seriously,

putting aside the fact that this scabbard represented the "characteristic" of a death warrant, like a witch predicting that he would soon have a bloody disaster;

just the fact that he was pulled into this monotonous and boring dream from time to time during his sleeping time was already an unbearable torment for Boss Zhou.

He could feel that Ying Gou was a little anxious, and even, he could feel that trace of Ying Gou's bewilderment.

You couldn't say that Ying Gou was afraid of death, but the feeling of being swept out by sanitation workers like trash on the street in the morning was indeed unacceptable to the always proud Ying Gou.

So, next, there were only two paths left.

One was to find a way to obtain a method from Lao Dao,

the second,

was to allow Ying Gou to recover at least most of his strength when the Xuanyuan Sword really slashed at his head.

Unfortunately, the plant in the wax museum hadn't really transformed yet, but wanting Ying Gou to recover most of his strength wasn't like turning a peanut into a small potato; at least, it had to be turned into a big watermelon, right?

Or, should he go find dragon veins again?

Having two or three dragon veins in his pocket would also allow him to feel at ease, right?

But when he thought of the hardships of finding dragon veins last time,

Boss Zhou suddenly felt that it was better to continue waiting lazily for death than to toss around like this; at least, he could leave peacefully.

In his mind, various thoughts were repeatedly clashing.

Just then,

a very crisp "crack" sound came,

this sound directly interrupted Boss Zhou's thoughts,

turning his head, looking over there,

the surface of the water,

had actually cracked.

This,

was probably the countdown, right?

So, this also meant that time was really running out.

…………

Behind the bar on the first floor of the bookstore,

Lao Dao was watching TV while chewing on candied fruit.

The little monkey was squatting next to him, playing with his phone;

most of the time, Lao Dao could always maintain a "happy" demeanor.

Recently, he had changed hospitals, because the original attending physician wanted to use him to write a report, with a special topic called "A Good Mentality is a Powerful Weapon Against Disease."

Cancer or something, Lao Dao was quite concerned about it at first, and even endured not smoking for a long time because of it.

Later, to hell with it, anyway, he had lived long enough, eat and drink as he pleased, and living one more day was a profit.

The little monkey had just finished a game, yawning and leaning into Lao Dao's arms.

Lao Dao reached out and scratched the fur on the monkey's body, turned his head, and looked at Lao Zhang's "corpse" lying on the sofa over there.

Well, they said that Lao Zhang's soul was also next to him, but because he had eaten too much, he couldn't be put back into his body for the time being.

Lao Dao couldn't see it. Although the ox tears with talisman ash were in the drawer in front of him, Qing said that Lao Zhang's soul was now as swollen as a big-headed fish,

forget it, forget it,

he was about to sleep,

so he wouldn't scare himself.

But the woman who was brought back with him,

made Lao Dao take a few more glances,

the woman wasn't young anymore, and her appearance had long since become like a dehydrated peach; if she were any younger, it would be a guilty pleasure, and if she were any older, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it.

The way she was lying there motionless,

made Lao Dao sigh:

"Alas, poor sister."

While sighing, he shook his head and touched his hair;

the little monkey next to him sighed as well, and scratched the hair on his forehead.

Lao Dao slapped the little monkey on the forehead,

scolding with a smile:

"You haven't even grown all your hair yet, go brush your teeth!"