Chapter 120 Tourism Bus

The tour bus swayed, maintaining a steady speed.

There weren’t many people inside. The Bodhisattva sat in the back, with Diting next to him.

In truth, whether it was Ying Gou, who had descended into Hell twice, or the surviving last Emperor, the Underworld wasn’t unwilling to find them, but simply couldn’t.

At their level of existence, if they truly wanted to hide, there was really no way to locate them.

Even Diting couldn’t do it.

Extraordinary matters naturally required extraordinary methods.

Without being able to locate them, all that could be done was to try one’s luck.

"Unintentional actions yield unexpected results" speaks of coincidence, but the Bodhisattva was someone who could turn coincidences into the norm.

If it had been before, the Bodhisattva wouldn't have bothered to do this. A year ago, after being punched down into Hell twice by Ying Gou and the First Generation, he had simply flown back up and continued to gaze at the sky.

In his view at that time, both Ying Gou and the First Generation were merely people who had left the stage and would eventually take their final bows. Let them struggle for a while longer; they would dissipate on their own. There was no need to care.

But now, after belatedly realizing that he had been schemed against by the last Emperor, his former composure was gone.

The bus continued on its way. Diting saw a Maserati parked across the street. It seemed to have been scratched by the car next to it, and a crowd had gathered, wanting an explanation.

Diting looked at the Bodhisattva, seeing that he was still calmly looking out the window, as if he was really admiring the night scenery of Sanya. Diting said nothing and continued to imitate the Bodhisattva.

To outsiders, these two poorly dressed people looked like country bumpkins visiting the city for the first time, filled with curiosity about the city’s neon lights.

So, reality was like this. Everyone seemed to be constantly rotating between "look at this idiot" and "turns out I'm the idiot."

………………

The group hurried back to the hotel and sat down in the hotel's internal pool.

In the center of the pool was a sunken sofa area. Sitting inside, one could feel surrounded by water, and with the lighting, it was a great place to take photos.

But clearly, the people here had no interest in taking photos.

"So, we're just going to sit here?"

Old Zhang found it a bit hard to accept.

After the boss and the others returned from the sea, they had told them to drive straight back to the hotel, while the boss had taken the old Daoist and left separately.

In name, it was splitting up, but in reality, the boss was taking the old Daoist to draw the enemy's attention away.

Old Zhang Tou glared at his grandson, annoyed, and said,

"Then you can go up and fight that Bodhisattva one-on-one."

Old Zhang shrank his neck. He still wasn't used to arguing with his ancestor.

Sometimes, older members of the family, like his own wife, could not be reasoned with.

It was no wonder Old Zhang Tou was in a bad mood. One reason was the sudden appearance of the big boss, which had caught everyone off guard.

The second reason was that under An Lawyer's insistence, he had gone against his own principles and felt a little tainted.

Fortunately, he wasn't a sentimental person and wouldn't dwell on it. It was just that his mood was definitely not good.

"It's not impossible,"

An Lawyer suddenly said with a smile,

"Call the little black girl guarding the house and have her kill the last xiezhi (mythical beast) clone sealed in the wax museum, and your grandson can directly level up."

Back then, in order to protect Old Zhang, Zhou Ze had only sealed the woman, not killed her, because killing her would mean the "rebirth" of the xiezhi, and Old Zhang would no longer be Old Zhang.

"Can't you come up with a better idea?"

Old Zhang Tou sprayed spit directly on An Lawyer's face.

"Fuck!"

An Lawyer clapped his hands and exclaimed,

"Damn, I'm a genius!"

After speaking,

An Lawyer got up and squatted in front of Old Zhang, placing his hands on Old Zhang's knees, and said affectionately,

"Politically correct...呸!

Old Zhang, the boss is good to you, right?

Your life was saved by the boss, right?"

Old Zhang nodded blankly.

"Can't afford it!" Old Zhang Tou raised his voice.

An Lawyer turned to look at Old Zhang Tou with a gloomy expression and said,

"The gods are fighting. What use are we except sitting here doing nothing?

Unless, we can create a god ourselves!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Your Old Zhang family hasn't died out anyway. Isn't Xiao Feng about to get married?"

Call back and have Blackie kill the last xiezhi clone. Old Zhang will transform into a xiezhi directly in Sanya!

Old Zhang is gone,

But An Lawyer didn't believe that

When the real xiezhi descends on Sanya,

It won't have any impact on the Bodhisattva who is also in Sanya!

"Old Zhang, in a moment, you must keep chanting, 'I want to kill the Bodhisattva, I want to kill the Bodhisattva,' repeat it until it becomes a habit, chant it earnestly and seriously!

Maybe when you become a xiezhi, the first reaction of that xiezhi that descends will be to take care of that Bodhisattva."

"............" Old Zhang.

"You want us to start infighting now, right?"

Old Zhang Tou grabbed An Lawyer's shoulder and dragged him to the ground.

An Lawyer wasn't angry, just silently patted the dust off his hands and smiled:

"Infighting is fine. It's not like we can do anything else useful if we don't infight."

"Okay, come on, I want to see if you can make this call!"

While An Lawyer and Old Zhang Tou were arguing,

Old Zhang, the real person involved sitting next to them,

Had already silently closed his eyes,

His lips moved slightly:

Kill the Bodhisattva, kill the Bodhisattva, kill the Bodhisattva...

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"Boss, I'm really sleepy, I feel like I've been drugged, I can't even open my eyes."

The old Daoist sat in the passenger seat, his head resting on the car window, speaking weakly.

"It's okay, sleep if you want."

"That won't do. Escaping requires the appearance of escaping, but I really can't control myself."

The old Daoist cherished his life and feared death. Usually, if there was real danger, he would be very proactive in escaping, but right now, he really couldn't do anything about it.

Although he said he wanted to escape, to be serious,

But in reality,

When the strong sleepiness kept crushing down,

What he really thought was,

I'll just sleep soundly,

And not care about the flood or the destruction of the world.

Zhou Ze continued to drive the car.

He had tried calling out to Tie Hanhan (Iron Dummy),

But he didn't know if it was because he had been out yesterday and was too exhausted,

He couldn't wake Tie Hanhan no matter how he called.

But at this time, it was impossible to just sit and do nothing.

The Bodhisattva had come, and his goals were nothing more than two: the old Daoist and himself.

Therefore, Zhou Ze had chosen to leave his subordinates at the hotel and escape with the old Daoist.

First go to the airport, check the recent flights, and fly wherever possible.

At this time,

Fighting was impossible,

To survive,

One really had to rely on the most basic method of exchanging space for time.

Just then,

Suddenly,

Zhou Ze's heart trembled violently,

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze subconsciously grabbed his chest.

It hurt,

It hurt a lot,

As if a huge needle,

Was now frantically extracting all the energy from his body.

It felt like his body was emptied after summoning Tie Hanhan before.

But at this time,

How could it be...

Zhou Ze continued to control the steering wheel with his other hand.

His vision also began to blur. Although it wasn't raining outside, the outside world seen through the car window had double images.

In his ears, there was no longer the sound of the wind and the engine. Instead, it was like being thrown into a water tank, and a series of bubbles began to burst.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

At this time,

The old Daoist's snoring suddenly became very clear.

It was like when you were hungry, someone was holding a fatty elbow and desperately gnawing on it in front of you, it was simply tempting you to commit a crime!

"Tie Hanhan, Tie Hanhan!"

Zhou Ze shouted in his heart,

The sudden change in his body made Zhou Ze at a loss.

Most of the time,

Boss Zhou was only responsible for wandering outside, and Ying Gou was responsible for guarding the house.

With Ying Gou in his body, no matter what you ate or put inside, he could suppress it.

In recent years, except for his own actions or overdrawing his body,

Boss Zhou rarely even had a headache or fever.

At this time, the superior design of the traffic light was reflected. Even in foggy weather, it could allow you to see its color as much as possible.

Although Boss Zhou's vision was blurred, he still stepped on the brakes instinctively, and the car slowly stopped, stopping at the red light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity,

Zhou Ze rested his head on the steering wheel,

A strong sleepiness began to attack,

He could hardly resist it.

But at this time, how could he sleep?

Just then,

Zhou Ze felt a sudden warning in his heart,

But at this time, it was really difficult for him to react in time, and his whole body seemed very sluggish.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ze felt the inside of the car being frantically squeezed,

A scorching temperature began to attack,

Then there was a burst of spinning.

This scene,

For some inexplicable reason, made Zhou Ze find a sense of the past,

Back then,

He had also been hit by a truck at an intersection like this, ending his life as a doctor.

…………

The tour bus continued to drive at a constant speed, leisurely like the atmosphere of the city of Sanya.

Diting still maintained the same movements as the Bodhisattva, looking outside, but he didn't actually know what he was looking at.

At this time,

The roar of the engine came,

The Maserati rushed out like the wind, the speed was unimaginable.

"Bang!"

A violent collision and a harsh screeching sound came,

The bus driver immediately braked. A very serious rear-end collision had occurred at the intersection in front, and even flames had begun to burst out.

Diting looked at the front,

Then looked at the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva seemed to be hesitating, and also seemed to be thinking,

Finally,

He slowly said:

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda."

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I ate something wrong last night, and I was feeling unwell, which resulted in only one update yesterday. Please forgive me.