Chapter 1 Xian Slave

The literal meaning of *xian* slave is easy enough to understand, but Boss Zhou wasn't so sure.

Like "little devils," "Koreans," and "dwarf slaves," the suffix "slave" might just be used to express the speaker's contempt and disdain for the group.

The other meaning is purely "slave of the immortals."

Of course, this wasn't the time to quibble over words. Although the old woman had just had her throat slit open by a *sha bi*, her astonishing vitality was still so unexpected.

He'd seen people with the strength to jump around or amazing recovery abilities after being injured, but this was the first time he'd seen someone whose aura became stronger after suffering such serious injuries.

As a precaution, a hint of black began to appear in Boss Zhou's eyes as he slowly closed them, switching to the Half-Face personality.

Ying Gou tacitly approved.

If Zhou Ze kept driving, there was a real possibility of crashing. But if Half-Face took over, dealing with this kind of character wouldn't be a problem.

At least,

he wasn't blind,

and could see the talisman clearly.

The old woman released her hand from her neck. A layer of black membrane had already appeared at the wound. Then, she pressed down with her hands and feet, and like a gecko, she lay on the ground and began to circle Zhou Ze at an extremely fast speed.

"Bang!"

Suddenly,

the old woman shot up and pounced on Zhou Ze. Black smoke vaguely swirled around her hands and feet, emitting a highly corrosive aura.

Boss Zhou had just reopened his eyes, which were now filled with a profoundness.

What followed

wasn't an earth-shattering battle, nor was it a fierce fight of three hundred rounds.

There was only

an elegant sidestep,

at the most appropriate moment.

Zhou Ze moved to the side,

and the old woman missed.

Zhou Ze then reached out,

"Slap!"

His fingers brushed across the old woman's face, tearing off the talisman that had been stuck between her eyebrows.

Hmm,

a familiar talisman.

It seemed to retain the warmth of her body.

In the creases, there seemed to be a slightly curled black hair.

Perhaps because the owner's body hadn't been doing well in recent years, the black edges had a faint yellowish tinge.

The old woman tried to pounce again, but the seven-colored luster that had been suppressed by the old Taoist's talisman reappeared on her forehead. The old woman immediately clutched her head and wailed in pain.

The membrane on her neck broke as a result, like a damaged accordion being pulled forcefully by a sawing motion.

The blackness in Zhou Ze's eyes began to fade.

That was it?

Even Boss Zhou was a little surprised.

At the same time, he secretly complained that Ying Gou hadn't reminded him earlier that the fight would end by removing the talisman.

It was like struggling to solve a problem but not getting the answer, while someone next to you had the answer key in their hand.

Boss Zhou pointed his finger at the old woman.

"Coffee!"

Five black chains rose up. This time, the old woman was only focused on enduring the pain of the seal and couldn't resist anymore. She was securely bound.

After being locked down, the chains began to retract, but they left five special runes on the old woman's body, further deepening the effect of the binding.

In the past few years, Ying Gou had swept through hell twice. Every time he returned from hell, Boss Zhou could clearly sense a significant improvement in his control and understanding of power.

This wasn't teaching. Ying Gou had basically never actively taught him anything, but this was even more direct than having a master teach you by hand.

Many people were still struggling to accumulate power, while Boss Zhou was the opposite, only thinking about how to show off.

Just like how many people in the world toiled day and night for a livelihood,

Boss Zhou had found a sugar mommy,

and only needed to learn how to spend money in an exciting and exquisite way.

Old Zhang walked over at this moment. At Zhou Ze's instruction, he didn't hesitate and directly carried the old woman on his shoulder.

Normally, Old Zhang might consider the rules and principles of things when facing this kind of situation, but when it came to these kind of supernatural events, he knew that only the most decisive solution could minimize the harm.

In the past year, Old Zhang had gone out to deal with several ghost incidents, and he had improved.

"Boss, there's another one in the house, her husband. They should be together. She seemed to want to trick me into the house earlier!"

The old Taoist immediately came over to report.

The old Taoist was a good person who liked to donate to schools, but he wasn't the kind of foolishly kind person who would repay evil with good. If he were really that naive, he would have been tricked into a black coal mine to work hard before he even made it to Tong City.

Zhou Ze nodded,

thinking about what Feng Si had said to him that morning.

Since this old woman was related to the "immortals,"

he wondered if Feng Si would dare to write this in his report.

Also,

the old Taoist's quality of lightning rod was getting higher and higher. He disdained ordinary lightning and only wanted to touch these atomic bombs.

Moreover, it was a dynamic improvement.

When he was weaker, the old Taoist would touch small lightning.

When he became stronger, the old Taoist would start looking for big lightning to touch.

It was a bit like playing an online game. As the player's level increased, the old NPC grandpa who was always touching his crotch under the stone continued to give you new quests.

Zhou Ze pushed open the door. Old Zhang carried the old woman in, and the old Taoist followed closely behind, hiding behind the boss and peering inside.

Actually, there was no need to look anymore, because the old man was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, sitting in a carefree manner, as if waiting for Zhou Ze and the others to come in.

The old man's stomach was bulging, as if there was a Nezha crying and shouting to be born inside.

In fact, Boss Zhou was still a little confused about the whole thing, because the starting point was so sudden. The old Taoist touched lightning as soon as he said he would, without any foreshadowing or foreplay.

"Let her go…"

Fortunately, it was the old man who broke the awkward silence.

When the old man opened his mouth to speak, you could see the tentacles sticking out between his teeth, as if many tiny tentacle insects had made their home in his mouth.

Old Zhang's expression was a little ugly, and the old Taoist was covering his mouth, looking like he wanted to vomit but didn't dare to.

Boss Zhou was used to it. This little scene was nothing.

"She attacked my subordinate. How can I just let her go?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I'm willing to compensate," the old man said.

Boss Zhou rubbed his hands and said, "Name your price."

Whoever names the price first is often at a disadvantage. The aunties who often bargain in the market knew this principle well.

"Your life."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. After waiting for three seconds, confirming that he hadn't misheard and that it wasn't a joke, Boss Zhou nodded, knowing that there was no room for negotiation.

The old man opened his mouth again, but didn't speak. However, the curvature of his mouth began to become more and more exaggerated until the area where his face originally was was completely covered by his open mouth. His nose, eyes, and ears had been twisted to the back of his head.

Along with it

was a strong stench.

Then,

a hand

reached out from the old man's mouth,

and a black shadow crawled out, revealing its upper body.

It was a very strange scene:

an old man with his mouth open,

and then another black shadow of an old man crawled out of the old man's mouth.

Yes, the black shadow was also a clear image of an old man. Although you couldn't see his face clearly, it was clear enough, like the abstraction of an ink painting.

"You probably don't know what my identity is."

The black shadow said gloomily.

Boss Zhou subconsciously stroked his chin.

Old Zhang pretended to be calm and stood beside him.

The old Taoist had already retreated to the door. He had used up his daily quota of talismans, and his most reliable thing was no longer there. If a fight broke out later, it would be wisest for him to slip away and not be a burden.

In fact,

if it hadn't been for the effect of his talisman earlier,

the old woman wouldn't have been able to cause any trouble at all.

It seemed that every villain liked to play this trick: "Do you know who I am?"

Then they would rattle off a bunch of titles and identities, and then die miserably.

For example, Boss Zhou would never go out and introduce himself as:

The owner of the bookstore;

The master of the Nether Sea;

The inheritor of the Will of Mount Tai;

The terminator of the Yama;

The legal heir to the White Bone Throne;

The permanent guardian of the ten thousand people of hell;

The man waiting on the Naihe Bridge…

Because the last person who liked to play like this was stabbed to death by his nephew after being slept with.

"If you knew who I was, I think you wouldn't be able to be so calm…"

"Just a dog raised by an immortal, what's there to be proud of?"

Boss Zhou mocked, then frowned, as if something was wrong.

The black shadow old man's words stopped abruptly,

somewhat shocked, somewhat stunned, somewhat incredulous, as if an established concept had been directly torn apart.

It was also like falling off a cliff, practicing magical skills diligently for many years, finally achieving a little success, climbing out only to meet your father's killer, the Demonic Sect Leader, leading all the Demonic Sect protectors, having a BBQ here,

then,

death…

In the end,

the black shadow old man slowly shrank back,

and the old man's mouth slowly closed,

and his eyes, ears, and nose finally returned to where they should be.

After a while,

the old man moved his buttocks outward,

leaving only a small part of his buttocks on the edge of the sofa,

with his hands on his knees,

although his stomach was still bulging, he no longer had the arrogance he had before,

but with a slight embarrassment and uneasiness,

he muttered softly:

"Are we just unlucky… or is the human world so scary now?"