Chapter 109 Chocolate

Yingying's punch was, of course, not weak. After all, having been by his side for so long, Yingying could no longer be measured by the age of an ordinary zombie, let alone the fact that she had swallowed part of the Hanba's legacy.

However, the reason why this punch directly erased him was not because Yingying was too strong, but because his body was truly too fragile.

Zhou Ze remembered that people used to use "made of mud" to describe a person's weakness.

Now, he had surpassed "made of mud" and was made of melting chocolate.

As his body twisted and collapsed,

Zhou Ze thought,

How wonderful it would be if this were the end of the dream.

When he woke up,

Everything would be the same as before.

Then,

This grave robber's hole,

This place,

He would have An Buqi seal it with cement and add all sorts of magic arrays on the outside.

"Glug..."

The annihilation of consciousness

seemed to last a long time, but it was also completed in an instant, as slow as years and as fast as a blink of an eye.

"Huff..."

He sat up,

Awake.

He was awake.

It was good to be awake.

However,

The familiar voice of "Boss, you're awake" didn't come from beside him.

Looking around,

It was still the layout of the main tomb chamber, with cold, smooth walls.

Zhou Ze raised his hand,

Chocolate-colored skin

testifying to its deliciousness and fragility.

Heh...

Climbing out of the pool, Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to go back up but instead sat down by the pool.

Right now,

More serious than his inexplicable arrival here and possession of this body was the fact that,

The one lying in the tent with Yingying,

Who was he?

Was it another person, and they had been switched?

But with Ying Gou here, such a thing shouldn't have been able to happen silently.

The most important point was that Yingying had an instinctive closeness to him; if that person wasn't him, Yingying would be able to tell.

The several incidents in the past few years had already proved this point.

But just now, when he was above,

Yingying had shown great affection for that "him."

Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at his palm,

Suddenly feeling absurd.

If the "him" in the tent above was really him,

Then,

Who am I?

Slowly standing up, Boss Zhou, though knowledgeable, found this kind of question really difficult to figure out.

"The current me, is just my clone? But with exactly the same memories?"

This was the most reasonable explanation that Zhou Ze could imagine right now.

Then,

What should he do?

Reason told him that directly committing suicide seemed to be the best option.

But why should he?

So, no wonder so many clones would turn against their original bodies. Who would willingly go from being the protagonist of their own life to being cannon fodder?

Even Zhou Ze himself now had the thought of finding a way to kill the him (the original) above and take his place to live again.

But now the problem came again: the him above, if nothing unexpected happened, Ying Gou should be in his body, so, at that time, who would Ying Gou help?

With Ying Gou's personality, he would probably still help the original body.

After all,

He was probably too lazy to move.

No!

Zhou Ze suddenly realized the key point: he and Ying Gou should be coexisting entities in the same soul, or rather, two personalities in the same soul.

So, Ying Gou had long been tied to the original body; he couldn't switch homes even if he wanted to.

This was no fun at all...

For the first time,

Zhou Ze felt a sense of fear and powerlessness against a player with a cheat code.

The main tomb chamber was still the same main tomb chamber; it didn't reveal anything more because of the changes in Zhou Ze's body.

After the initial shock, what followed was a tidal wave of suffocating despair.

And the course of events once again proved a truth, which was:

When you find yourself very unlucky, don't rush to a conclusion; you'll soon experience something even more unlucky.

Before, it was just a little soft, occasionally dripping a bit,

A bit like the feeling of a leaking oil Mercedes-Benz,

But now,

Zhou Ze clearly sensed that his body was melting,

Melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A large pool of black liquid had already spread beneath him.

A few days ago, when facing those *xie zhi* (mythical beast) puppies, that man in the suit almost let Boss Zhou experience the feeling of melting, but what Zhou Ze didn't expect was that not long after, he could actually personally experience this complete feeling of melting.

His body was getting softer and softer. Boss Zhou didn't even dare to make any movements too forcefully, otherwise his arms, his legs, and other parts of his body would really fall off at any time.

What he used to like to do most was lie on the sofa and read the newspaper, lazy as a puddle of mud.

But when he really became a puddle of mud, this feeling was really hard to accept;

Moreover,

For someone with a deep-seated obsession with cleanliness,

Watching himself "drip, drip" constantly dripping stains, you can't even take a shower, because showering would only make you smaller and smaller, like soap.

Finally,

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on that pool.

His intuition told him that

as long as he could return to the pool, he should be able to "replenish" his state.

A bit like re-smelting himself,

But what about after that?

Would he have to be trapped here forever?

He couldn't go out, because going out would be like ice cream leaving the refrigerator in the summer, melting quickly.

He would have to calculate the radius within which he could move, which should be a circle; you have to reserve enough time to go back and lie in the pool to repaint yourself.

Moreover, the time he had just been distracted really wasn't long.

Habitually licking his upper lip,

His upper lip was directly melted and eaten into his mouth.

"............" Zhou Ze.

There was a voice in his heart constantly urging him to return to the pool quickly; as long as he lay back in, everything could start again, and he could "live."

But precisely because he had seen the way half a face "eked out a living,"

Boss Zhou wasn't very interested

in this so-called "survival."

This kind of life was more painful than being in prison, because at least when you're in prison, you can look forward to what you can do after you get out.

Whether it's going to the west side of the original Caishikou to eat two big bowls of beef noodles or going to the old city alleys to find a barber shop to reminisce about his lost youth.

But here,

it was a life sentence.

The him above should be leaving today.

Of course,

it was also possible that he might be a little unwilling before leaving and would come down again.

If he lay back in the pool now,

and replenished himself,

maybe he would have the opportunity to see himself again today.

But what would be the result of seeing himself again?

Hoping that the him above would help him, considering that they were truly "originally from the same root,"

Accept him?

There was no need to analyze and consider too much,

since they were both himself,

he could directly put himself in his shoes and get the final correct result.

For himself, who had always been kind to others,

how could he possibly allow a clone with the same memories and thoughts to stay in this place?

Damn it,

kind to others;

honestly,

this was the first time Boss Zhou had hated himself so much.

"Forget it, I give up."

Licking his lower lip and eating his lower lip as well,

Zhou Ze completely gave up resisting.

He could sense that his feet were already glued to the ground, and even his two legs had already fused together.

His height was constantly shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking again…

However, after deciding to just wait for death like this, Boss Zhou wasn't very panicked, nor was he very scared; he was a bit helpless, but also extraordinarily calm.

Even,

his mind suddenly became broad.

If he just disappeared like this, it would be the most stable and safest thing for the him outside.

Only by relying on him could he continue to help himself live well.

Anyway,

there was no difference from himself; who lived wasn't living?

It wasn't that Boss Zhou had suddenly become enlightened,

He was about to die,

couldn't he indulge himself in a wave of noble self-admiration?

Zhou Ze's legs disappeared,

Zhou Ze's chest disappeared,

Then,

Zhou Ze's head landed on top of this pile of mud.

Finally,

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

and all around,

fell into darkness.

………………

"Hey, either leave or go down and take another look. How did the boss go back to the tent after just finishing breakfast?"

Lawyer An packed things up with some doubts.

"Probably too tired last night," the old Taoist said casually.

Lawyer An's eyes narrowed as he looked at the old Taoist.

"Night battle?"

"Can't do it, can't do it." The old Taoist shrank his head in fright.

"I was on watch last night, but I didn't hear anything. Yingying suddenly tearing the tent scared me."

"I really felt something approaching at that time!"

Yingying's voice suddenly emerged from behind.

"Damn!" Lawyer An was startled, turned his head to look at Yingying, and asked, "Why did you run out without staying in the tent to accompany the boss's rest?"

"The boss doesn't seem to be feeling well. He looked listless when he woke up this morning. I'll make a cup of coffee for the boss first and then stay with him later."

"Okay, okay, help me make a whole pot too."

Just then,

a violent coughing sound suddenly came from the tent where Zhou Ze was staying, coughing so hard that it tore his lungs, as if he was also vomiting.

The old Taoist blinked his eyes and said, "This, can zombies get sick?"

"Boss!"

Yingying immediately put down the coffee cup in her hand and ran over. After opening the tent, she saw her boss lying inside, grabbing his own neck with both hands and coughing wildly.

Blood was oozing from the corners of his eyes, mouth, nostrils, and ears, and his whole appearance looked extremely ferocious.

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at Yingying beside him.

A touch of joy suddenly added to his painful expression.

"I… I'm back?"

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"I…"

Zhou Ze coughed violently again.

His head hurt a lot now, like two memories were colliding and intersecting.

One moment he was sitting on the grass eating breakfast,

the next moment he was sitting on the ground in the tomb chamber melting,

one moment he was sitting by the pool and Yingying was feeding him milk,

the next moment he was sitting on the grass and Yingying was smearing chocolate all over his body.

He remembered that he had just been melting all the way to the end of the world down there,

and he also remembered that he had clearly woken up feeling groggy and with a slight headache as if he had a cold, and had eaten breakfast.

Interlaced scenes and confused memories made him almost painfully mad.

But at this time,

Zhou Ze almost instinctively shouted in his heart:

"Ying Gou, you scum!"

Soon,

an angry response came from his heart:

"Watch… dog…"

Hearing these three words,

Huff…

He was relieved.