Chapter 110 Order

Order is like a fence. When people stay inside the fence for too long, they naturally assume that most things in the world should be as they are, that the air is filled with truth, goodness, and beauty, that the streams flow with sweet nectar, and that all things in the world are inherently harmonious.

But there are always some people, some times, when there is no order.

Like the old Dai in front of him.

He had just killed his "family"—well, those black figures, let's call them his family for now.

All he sought was a certificate of loyalty, or rather, a ladder to advancement.

Their ancestors were once servants kneeling beneath the White Bone Throne in the Nether Sea. Perhaps Ying Gou thought they were diligent enough to help him clean up bone fragments and other debris, so he kept them around.

That ancestor must have had an inconspicuous identity and a low life level, otherwise Ying Gou would have used him to further elevate the White Bone Throne, and his blood would have been used to brew wine.

But even so, that servant, in that era, could be considered second only to one person and above ten thousand.

The eunuchs and close attendants in the ancient imperial court were nominally the emperor's slaves, kowtowing and scraping in the palace, but once they were released, they were as majestic as regional lords.

Perhaps, in Lao Dai's eyes, his ancestor was a being of lofty status.

Perhaps what Lawyer An was pursuing was the position Lao Dai's ancestor once held.

But after Ying Gou fell, the ancestor hid the White Bone Throne. Whether he truly had rebellious intentions to steal it for himself, or was safeguarding it to prevent Ying Gou's most prized throne from falling into the dirty hands of others, it's impossible to say for sure, as the era is too distant.

But now, that ancestor's descendants, Lao Dai's clan, have transformed themselves into this state, generation after generation, for survival and propagation.

They are not quite demons, not quite humans, not quite ghosts. It's a continuation, but also a torment.

The opportunity for change may lie here.

But no matter how many reasons there are, whether noble or despicable.

Boss Zhou wouldn't feel that Lao Dai was cruel and be wary of him just because he directly killed his family.

Because even now,

Zhou Ze didn't really trust him.

Rather than trusting a stranger he had only known for a few days,

Zhou Ze would rather trust the bag of potatoes in his shoulder bag.

This is a very simple sentiment, like an honest old farmer who doesn't understand the changing winds and stock market trends, but knows that as long as there is grain in his granary, life is truly secure.

"Boss, this way please."

Lao Dai wiped away his tears and led Zhou Ze forward.

There was a fence at the entrance to the mountain, with an archway at the top and stone tablets on both sides.

The two stone tablets on the left and right were the same painting, depicting a person kneeling down. The painting was simple, but very direct.

You could interpret it as a warning from the clan's early ancestors to their descendants to remember their status as servants and be loyal to their master.

Lao Dai stopped and signaled Zhou Ze to stop as well.

He turned his head and said,

"Boss, there is a formation ahead. The Gate of Life is in the Zhen position, and we are currently facing east, which is the northeast direction."

"Formation?"

"Yes." Lao Dai's two greenish-yellow bean eyes rolled, and he continued, "When I entered, they already sensed me. Because of the unique way our clan propagates, the connection between us cannot be erased no matter what.

According to our previous arrangement, this formation is intended to trap you, and then activate other formations to suppress and confine you in multiple layers."

"Arrangement?"

"Yes, according to the arrangement, my family members came earlier for me to kill, also to deliberately gain your trust, so that you would relax your vigilance and believe me."

Zhou Ze remained noncommittal.

Lao Dai stretched out his hands and stepped into the threshold. Black chains were pulled out by Lao Dai, using himself as a stone to test the way, directly triggering the formation.

At this time, Zhou Ze was still outside the formation.

After the formation was activated, layers of dark light barriers pressed down, each layer doubling the gravity.

Just like a piece of white paper folded twenty-five times can be taller than Mount Emei, as long as this gravity can be superimposed layer by layer, even the strongest body can only be crushed into dust.

Lao Dai looked very painful inside. His face, originally swollen and round, was squeezed and flattened, like a piece of sea surface held in the hand and squeezed hard. You could even see the juice being squeezed out of it.

Zhou Ze's gaze turned to the northeast direction of the fence.

He reached out his hand,

His nails grew long,

And he said in a deep voice,

"Newspaper."

Saha energy flowed from his fingertips, transforming into a powerful impact that directly rushed towards that direction.

"Buzz!"

In that position, a figure wearing a mask was blasted out.

He seemed to be completely immersed in controlling the formation and was unprepared for Zhou Ze's direct attack.

Saha energy pierced through his body, frantically devouring his essence.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been so weak, but just like even the strongest master would be finished if someone slit his throat, in this situation, Boss Zhou had foreseen it in advance and ambushed him, directly ending him.

The masked man's body began to disintegrate.

The formation he constructed also stopped and became paralyzed.

Lao Dai crawled on the ground, looking much thinner. His face wasn't as big as before, but it seemed more three-dimensional than before.

From a big pancake face, it had become a square face.

At this moment, Boss Zhou was thinking that Lao Xu should come and learn this formation, and it could be used for cosmetic surgery for others in the future. Maybe he could even open a Late Night Plastic Surgery Hospital.

Zhou Ze slowly walked to Lao Dai's side.

Lao Dai staggered to his feet again,

Pointed ahead,

Ahead,

Were steps leading up the mountain,

Their condition was even more rugged and uneven than the old version of the stone steps on Mount Hua.

Well, most of the people living here walk by floating, so naturally they wouldn't spend too much effort to repair these steps that weren't of much use.

"There are formations on the steps. First walk on the left side, and then switch to the right side after ten steps. This way, you can avoid the pressure the mountain exerts on those who climb it."

Lao Dai didn't rest much, dragging his tired and injured body up the steps.

Zhou Ze didn't hesitate and followed Lao Dai upwards.

Switching sides every ten steps, Zhou Ze didn't know if there was any pressure from the mountain, but he did walk very easily.

As they walked,

They reached the middle of the mountain,

Where there was a pavilion.

Inside the pavilion was a sculpture.

The sculpture was wearing ancient armor and its gaze was fixed on the direction of the mountain.

And Lao Dai, like a tour guide, not only scouted the way for Zhou Ze, but also didn't forget to introduce the local intangible cultural heritage to Zhou Ze.

"After the White Bone Throne fell into our clan's hands, generations of our clan have been immersed in how to contact the demon gods suppressed within the White Bone Throne. Because of our clan's innate life level, our own development potential is not great, so we can only rely on the power of the demon gods.

This sculpture is called 'Liang Que'. Its original form was an ancient fierce beast that once wreaked havoc in hell, attempting to contaminate hell's order. After being killed, it was placed under the White Bone Throne.

He was among the earliest, and can be considered the raw material when the White Bone Throne first appeared. Therefore, his resentment is also the greatest.

When our clan first tried to communicate with the souls of the demon gods within the White Bone Throne, he was the first to choose to respond, establishing contact with our ancestor and forming a contract.

Our clan regards this as a new era in the clan's development, so we erected a sculpture here.

This sculpture is also a spiritual imprint point for him. He can descend through here at any time."

As soon as Lao Dai finished speaking,

The sculpture's eyes opened,

In its eyes,

Was a hint of playfulness,

First sweeping towards Lao Dai,

Then looking at Zhou Ze.

"Ying Gou?"

The sculpture spoke.

Lao Dai put his hands together, bowed to the sculpture, and said sincerely,

"The master has returned to retrieve the throne. Please allow us to pass."

"Okay, let you pass, let you pass, hahahaha..."

The sculpture's laughter was森然, but the choice in its words was very willing.

Lao Dai turned to Zhou Ze and reported,

"Next, he will step aside, but he is skilled in soul arts. After you go up, he will use術法 to confuse you, causing you to lose your way, and then the rest of my clan on the mountain will summon other demon gods to descend and besiege you.

This is what we had arranged in advance. The method at the threshold was only to wear down the physical qi and blood, while this place is to wear down your soul power, making you physically and mentally exhausted.

The way to break the situation is to destroy this pavilion first."

"..." The sculpture.

Zhou Ze didn't continue up the mountain, but walked into the pavilion and looked at the sculpture.

The sculpture was also staring at Zhou Ze.

"Ying Gou… have you become so weak?

I never thought that you would have this day.

Last time, I lost to you, but this time, even if you destroy this spiritual imprint of mine first, after you reach the mountain, I will let you taste the pain we suffered when you suppressed us back then!

This is a fateful duel between you and me,

Between you and me,

There will be a battle,

There must be victory or defeat!"

Zhou Ze tilted his head and continued to stare at the sculpture.

Seeing that Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to destroy the pavilion, but was looking him up and down, left and right, the sculpture felt a little puzzled.

"Are you afraid, Ying Gou?"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you would be afraid!"

"Having lost your power, have you even lost your courage?"

"You are afraid of me, yes, you are afraid of me!"

Zhou Ze ignored the sculpture's words,

And just muttered to himself:

"The armor is green, do you remember?"

"The stripes have circles, oh, right, there's a tail behind him, still don't remember?"

"He has a fleshy tumor on his head, do you remember now?"

"His feet are very big, like a frogman, still don't remember?"

"Oh, right, what was his name again?"

Zhou Ze pointed at the sculpture, but looked at Lao Dai.

"Liang Que," Lao Dai replied.

"Oh, he said his name is Liang Que, think again, think carefully, really, don't be lazy, think hard."

In the end,

Zhou Ze sighed helplessly,

Looked at the sculpture,

And said very seriously:

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to cooperate with you and give you some respect and gaming experience.

But he said,

He really doesn't remember you."

"..." The sculpture.