Chapter 187 Immortal Slave

The irritable stall owner tossed his head and ran back, looking like he was going to beat up the old Taoist.

Some people are like that; when their temper flares up, they often act recklessly. You can't say they're entirely bad, but they're like a firecracker – once lit, they're bound to explode.

The old woman watched the stall owner's retreating figure, her eyes hesitant, then fierce.

But the ferocity in her eyes didn't last long.

A seven-colored light flickered from the center of her brow.

"Ah!!!!!"

The old woman screamed miserably, clutching her head and squatting on the ground.

The scream sounded like a saw grinding against her vocal cords.

The irritable stall owner was about to yell at the old Taoist when the old woman's high-pitched scream startled him. He shuddered, turned around, and stared at the old woman with his mouth wide open, unable to speak.

He was genuinely frightened and needed to calm down. Cold sweat broke out all over him.

The old woman's scream made the old Taoist shiver.

According to the normal plot development, this meant she was about to transform into a Boss!

When words fail, violence prevails.

With one hand near his crotch and the other reaching forward, the old Taoist bent slightly, like a runner in the starting position.

The middle-aged stall owner finally calmed his heart, which had almost jumped out of his chest. Seeing the old woman squatting on the ground in pain, he kindly took a few steps forward and asked:

"Granny, are you alright?"

Why were both of these old folks in such poor health?

The old woman suddenly raised her head and waved her hand. The middle-aged stall owner trembled and fell to the ground, dazed.

The next moment, the old woman jumped up, trying to pounce on the middle-aged stall owner, but the seven-colored light at the center of her brow flickered again.

"Aaaah!!!"

This scream was even more intense than the last one.

However, the scream only echoed within a small area and didn't spread far, making the eardrum-splitting sensation even stronger.

The old Taoist felt a hot sensation in his nose, touched it, and found he was bleeding.

He knew his own limitations. He looked fine and could sweep the floor and occasionally comfort the ladies, but he was like a magnificent building with a rotten core.

The old woman was still squatting and clutching her head.

The old Taoist didn't have the stall owner's good intentions and didn't dare to ask about her condition.

He instinctively wanted to run away. In fact, a small street with many people was not far from him.

As the boss had said, these days, no matter what kind of demons or monsters they were, they had to restrain themselves in a crowd. Killing one person made you a thief, but killing ten thousand made you a hero—that only applied to "people." If other creatures dared to do that, they would be asking for the heavens to applaud them, with lightning strikes coming down:

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The old woman endured the almost exploding pain in her head and pointed toward the old Taoist.

"Buzz!"

The old Taoist was running forward desperately, but he was uncontrollably moving backward.

In almost the blink of an eye, the old Taoist had retreated to the old woman's front.

The old woman opened her mouth and screamed again, this time truly trying to grab the old Taoist.

Finally, he pulled it out.

"Hey!"

The old Taoist sidestepped.

Sticking the talisman!

The entire movement was smooth, flowing, and crisp.

For the old Taoist himself, this was the only skill he had truly mastered.

Like some ancient swordsmen who practiced their drawing techniques, he pursued that moment of brilliance.

The talisman was accurately and firmly stuck to the center of the old woman's brow.

Under the suppression of the talisman, the seven-colored light that had been faintly visible at the center of the old woman's brow actually subsided.

The old Taoist didn't realize that his unique skill had, at this moment, sealed the only thing that could slow down and suppress the old woman's seal.

Even the old woman herself was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly,

her back didn't ache, her legs didn't hurt anymore,

and she was actually a little unaccustomed to it.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, the old Taoist knew that his talisman hadn't had the desired effect and immediately took off running again.

He didn't have a Plan B or a Plan C. Cheng Yaojin only had three axe swings; the old Taoist had no active skills other than hiding a talisman in his crotch.

He couldn't possibly ask the old woman to stop and offer to take her around Tong City as an apology, could he?

The old woman finally came back to her senses, letting the talisman stick to her forehead and even reaching out to hold it in place, preventing it from falling off. She reached out with her other hand to grab the old Taoist.

"Newspaper!"

Three black chains suddenly appeared from the ground, directly locking the old woman's hand.

"Boom!"

With a muffled groan,

the chains fell,

forcefully pressing the old woman's hand to the ground, causing the old woman herself to kneel.

"Boss!"

The old Taoist successfully escaped from the old woman's clutches and went directly behind Zhou Ze. At the same time, he said a little embarrassedly:

"Boss, I'm sorry, I again…"

I caused trouble again.

Heaven have mercy, the old Taoist really didn't do anything this time. He just went to say goodbye to a lady who was leaving, and she treated him to a meal. He felt he should rightfully help her get her deposit back.

God knows why he provoked this thing.

That lady was really pitiful,

to run into such a landlord; her luck was really terrible.

However, looking at it from another perspective, it was better to have a crackdown. Otherwise, if she continued to live in this landlord's house, she might be eaten one day without anyone knowing.

But this time, unexpectedly, the boss didn't seem to be anxious at all. Instead, he gently patted his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Zhou Ze asked with concern.

As the saying goes, "A long road tests a horse's strength, and a long friendship reveals a person's heart." Compared to Old Zhang, who could only take him to an elementary school to stop a child's nosebleed, the old Taoist was more reliable.

The old Taoist shook his head. Other than his ears being a little sore, he really wasn't injured anywhere else.

On the contrary, the boss's sudden concern made the old Taoist feel flattered.

While the old woman's hand was still chained to the ground, her eyes were fixed on Zhou Ze, and she licked her lips, revealing a greedy look.

She said:

"Zombie."

Zhou Ze had never seen this kind of expression or reaction before.

In the past, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, after sensing his zombie identity, they were either surprised or felt it was tricky. But the old woman in front of him revealed a kind of nostalgia.

Not the nostalgia for a "former lover,"

but a nostalgia for "food."

It seemed that at some point, the old woman often ate zombies and became addicted to that taste.

It had always been Boss Zhou who treated others as food; this time, the tables had truly turned.

Boss Zhou took a few steps forward, his hands spread out, and dark patterns flickered on his ten fingernails.

Chains rose from the ground one after another. Just to be safe, Zhou Ze decided to tie the old woman up like a rice dumpling first, making it easier to kill, cut, or ask questions.

The smile on the old woman's face grew stronger.

She opened her mouth,

and clusters of black Gang winds actually sprayed directly from her mouth, flying around in this small space.

The last time he saw someone playing with Gang winds like this was Cuihua, but Cuihua at most released one, two, or three streams at a time. This old woman had such a large and ample supply.

Black iron chains appeared in front of Zhou Ze, blocking the space. For a time, no matter how fierce the Gang winds outside were, they still couldn't get in.

Drinking coffee, basking in the sun, and always being so lazy;

But what was infuriating was that Boss Zhou's progress was definitely the fastest among everyone in the bookstore, and it was so fast that no one else could catch up.

"I… come… will…"

To Zhou Ze's surprise, Yinggou's voice suddenly came.

"It's just a small matter; I can handle it."

"Heh… heh…"

As Yinggou's laughter fell,

the old woman who had been kneeling there suddenly shattered.

At the same time, behind Zhou Ze, in the small gap between the barrier and himself, the old woman's figure appeared.

She was smiling at Zhou Ze's neck, saliva dripping from her tongue, and she bit directly at Zhou Ze's neck!

"Sha!"

Sha Bi pierced directly out of Zhou Ze's pocket, releasing a red light. In an instant, it pierced through the old woman's neck.

"Bang!"

The old woman's sneak attack failed, and Zhou Ze immediately dodged and retreated.

After Sha Bi pierced through the old woman's neck, it spun rapidly in the air and flew back to Zhou Ze.

The old woman covered her neck with one hand, making noises similar to a broken blower forcibly turned on.

Zhou Ze reached out and retrieved Sha Bi.

If Sha Bi hadn't automatically protected him, he would have been successfully ambushed by the old woman earlier.

No wonder Yinggou suddenly said that he could let him take action.

It might not have been because the iron fool was itching to fight.

It was purely because, in the iron fool's eyes, he, Zhou Ze, might fail.

Strong opponents were not the scariest; the scariest ones were those who were not only strong but also had extremely rich combat experience and awareness.

The old woman's feint just now was indeed very skillful.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Zhou Ze asked in his heart.

Not a person, not a monster, not a ghost, because when the old woman attacked, she didn't have the unique aura of any of the three. Instead, she seemed very pure… very fresh.

"Immortal… slave…"