Many times,

silence doesn’t mean simple muteness, nor burying one's head when both sides are deadlocked.

Out of consideration for affection,

out of consideration for face,

out of consideration for status,

speaking is inappropriate,

so one simply pretends to be deaf and mute.

This is the basic style of most people, and also a kind of instinctive self-protection.

But this isn't Ying Gou's style.

He doesn’t speak,

not because it's inconvenient to speak,

but purely because

he's too lazy to blabber.

The scene in his memory,

at this time, began to boil like water in a pot being heated up.

Perhaps,

right now,

in this memory scene,

whether it's Yingying sitting on the ground,

or the delicate and beautiful figure standing there with her back turned,

the feeling in their hearts

is actually very similar.

That is, at this moment,

both of these women

feel like they are losing dogs.

The two women who were previously opposed to each other now share a feeling of desolation.

The scene in the memory began to distort.

It was as if a car had completely lost its restraints and began to accelerate on its own, driving towards the unknown.

And in reality outside,

the wound that was originally on the palm of Yingying's left hand

was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, lure the enemy into the trap;

second, catch a turtle in a jar.

The one who laughs best isn’t necessarily the one who laughs last.

Indeed,

a simpleton who could say to the one on the Naihe Bridge, "If it weren't for my gold entering your body back then, how could you be alive now?"

How could he have schemed so meticulously

for a woman?

Is he that bored?

Beside the altar, the golden mark that had previously detached from Yingying's forehead was still organizing the formation, not suppressing the black shadow and the blue wind back, but continuing to maintain this state of stagnation.

And Zhou Ze

knelt on the ground,

very calm.

At this moment,

a familiar force began to sweep in like a tide, instantly filling Zhou Ze's entire body.

A very familiar feeling, a very familiar rhythm.

Along with the appearance of the power,

there was also that familiar voice:

"Why… didn’t… you… detonate… Mount… Tai?"

The question was very sharp,

but it was as if the sharpest tip had been lost.

It couldn't hurt anyone anymore,

because Zhou Ze, when he was in control, didn't detonate Mount Tai within his body and chose to give up.

Zhou Ze, kneeling on the ground, shook his head.

He didn't speak,

because at this time,

no matter what he answered,

he would feel ashamed,

giving people a sense of covering up.

As awkward as Madam Xu,

who, despite being completely normal,

just because she was beautiful,

gave people the impression that she was enchanting and seducing them to commit crimes no matter what she did.

Zhou Ze stood up.

His originally tired eyes

became clear and firm.

The black shadow beside the altar seemed to become agitated again after seeing this scene, but before he could open his mouth to scold or spray, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and grabbed the golden mark that was floating in front of him.

This was the mark belonging to that one,

once condensing the supreme majesty of that era.

Later emperors thought that by creating an imperial jade seal, they could command the world without anyone daring to disobey.

But only this mark, from that era, from that person,

could make everyone under the heavens and on earth, including humans, demons, ghosts, and gods, obey!

Ying Gou himself had once led his troops under this mark.

This was the will of an era,

and even now,

it could still resonate with the formation here.

With a hint of remembrance,

a hint of nostalgia,

Zhou Ze reached out and crushed this mark.

Beautiful things, remnants of the past, shouldn't be placed in treasure pavilions and desecrated time and time again behind glass.

For Ying Gou,

directly crushing it

allowed its beauty to be completely solidified.

The formation stopped.

The black shadow, who was just about to start cursing, was stunned. He had regained his freedom, and this freedom left him a little at a loss.

Zhou Ze ignored him, not even glancing at him.

He simply waved his hand gently

and called out:

"Come…"

A gentle breeze came.

After losing its restraints, that wisp of blue wind came directly to the edge of Zhou Ze's palm, swirling around his left hand.

At this moment,

the flower fox marten was finally grabbed by the little boy by one leg.

Several bloody holes appeared on the little boy's body,

but he remained unmoved.

Once he grabbed one of the flower fox marten's legs,

the flower fox marten didn't dare to move either.

Its advantage lay in its speed, and in the attack power derived from its speed.

However, once it was in close quarters, the flaws in its body and personality would directly become its fatal weakness.

The little boy reached out and gently stroked the flower fox marten's fur,

saying:

"Breaking a leg with me now is better than losing your life in that one's hands later, right?"

The flower fox marten trembled,

turned its head,

and looked behind it.

It also sensed that

things

seemed to have deviated from its initial feeling and completely fallen out of control.

It turned its head back to look at the little boy in front of it,

looking pitiful and aggrieved.

But the little boy shook his head, ruining the scene,

saying:

"Cute won't work."

…………

Yingying, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up,

opened her eyes,

and her eyes

were full of coldness.

In the memory scene,

she could cry, she could laugh, she could express her own girlish feelings,

but in front of others,

she would naturally revert to that arrogant princess.

In fact,

the more down-and-out the royalty, the more they care about this kind of thing.

Because it's very likely that

what they really have left

is just this little bit.

She raised her hand, she struck out, but this time, the opponent was no longer that mad dog, nor that watchdog, but the one she had originally thought was waiting for her to return, the one she would live with.

Zhou Ze continued forward.

When Yingying's fist swung over,

a black barrier appeared around him.

This punch,

with its solid power,

was like sinking into a swamp, directly dissolved.

Only then did Zhou Ze reach out his hand

and grab Yingying's wrist.

Everything

was as simple as an eagle catching a chick,

just like when Lawyer An first came in and faced Yingying.

In fact,

it wasn't because how much Ying Gou's power had recovered, nor how much that one's power had been weakened, but purely because, after the wound on the left hand was healed, it not only completely sealed that one within Yingying's body, but also isolated her from a certain perception of the outside world.

This directly led to

when using this body,

she was completely unable to exert her previous strength,

and ultimately,

formed this one-sided situation.

He grabbed her wrist, exerted force, and pried open her fingers.

Then,

where his gaze landed,

that wisp of blue wind, following his will, directly smashed into it, smashing into the position of her palm.

With the power of Mount Tai,

forcibly shatter her consciousness,

and the rest,

since it was brought here,

then whatever should be left behind, let it be left behind.

He couldn't work so hard for so long and get nothing.

As for which consciousness should be destroyed and which consciousness should be retained,

Zhou Ze didn't say,

nor did he guide it,

because he knew

that this Mount Tai

could distinguish it clearly on its own.

After all, they had lived together for so long, so how could it mistake the person?

The wind is Mount Tai, Mount Tai is like the wind,

directly crushing down!

The coldness in Yingying's eyes began to tremble.

She looked at him in front of her

and asked:

"Why?"

Zhou Ze remained unmoved.

"Why!"

Another question,

still failed to get a response.

This wasn't a sentimental drama of mutual affection, nor a conflict between Romeo and Juliet.

This was a cold altar, with no flowers, no soft piano melodies, and most importantly, no one was bored enough to hold a camera and record the scenes that would follow.

There was no need for performance, and no need to perform.

The black shadow wandered around. He wanted to leave this place, because now anyone with eyes could see that Zhou Ze's, that is, that one's, target was entirely on the female zombie and the one inside the female zombie's body.

He seemed to have become a transparent person,

and after wandering around for so long,

after all this tossing and turning,

he had actually become "free"?

Although he was still very weak, although he was still very thin,

he was truly free!

However,

he didn't have much joy of freedom. In the end, he didn't choose to leave and escape directly. He simply lingered here silently. He wanted to see how things would develop.

He wanted to see

what kind of choice the guy who had been silent all along, pretending to be stupid, and being scolded by him all the way would make!

In fact,

the most important reason was that

Half-Face didn't think that in his current state, he could escape if the other party really wanted to catch him.

No one knew better than Ying Gou what Mount Tai meant to the soul.

Therefore,

the consciousness within Yingying's body,

was really only a matter of time

before it was completely wiped out.

Yingying's eyes were filled with despair, with desolation, with resentment, with unwillingness.

Having shed her arrogance,

when facing destruction,

she finally revealed her most essential and pure side.

"This is just a shadow of mine, a silhouette!

Ying Gou,

I am now willing to actively withdraw from this body!"

This was the reason why she only had a silhouette in the memory scene, because this was really just her shadow.

Zhou Ze still didn't answer,

but shook his head.

What a joke,

it was meat delivered to his mouth, how could he not eat it?

"You have such a cruel heart."

Hearing this sentence, the little boy in the distance, still grabbing one leg of the flower fox marten, frowned slightly.

It was too cliché.

"I, like you, am also sleeping, also licking my wounds;

but this time,

if you continue so resolutely,

what awaits you

will be endless revenge from me in the future!

I will eventually awaken,

and I will awaken and recover sooner than you!

You know who I am,

and you also know my identity.

Do you really

have to be so ruthless?"

Zhou Ze's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

At this moment,

he finally spoke:

"I… know… you… are… Di… Ji…" (princess)

"Heh, it seems you haven't forgotten, then you should also understand that the legacy around me is better than…"

"But… what… was… your… name… again…"

"…" Han Ba (drought demon).