Chapter 115 A Terrifying Aura

The sudden change surprised Zhou Ze, who was almost parched with thirst.

For a moment,

he felt a mix of amusement and emotion.

"Old Zhang, some bastard is heading to the school with a knife again!"

"Old Zhang, the shops across the street are being robbed!"

"Old Zhang, that magnetic therapy hospital is open for business again!"

"Old Zhang, the jewelry store on the street has been robbed!"

These cries for "help,"

were like the best kind of stimulation.

Old Zhang's reactions became more and more pronounced, as if he were being repeatedly "electrocuted."

A few hours ago,

Xiezhi had asked Old Zhang,

if he had to make the same "sacrifice" as last time,

would he still be willing to make the same choice?

Old Zhang's answer was that he didn't know.

He,

was just acting on his instincts.

Old Zhang's brows furrowed together,

as if he had enough fuel,

he finally slowly opened his eyes, seeming dazed and dizzy.

Who am I?

Where am I?

After all, he had been closing his eyes and blocking his ears, so Old Zhang was completely unaware of the arrangements in the bookstore.

His lack of awareness also meant that the Xiezhi within him was also in the dark.

"Old Zhang, hold out your hand!"

Zhou Ze shouted.

Faintly,

Old Zhang in the mirror seemed to hear a familiar voice,

saying it was like a call from his mother,

was indeed a bit of an exaggeration,

but it really felt like "stars lighting the way home,"

at least it allowed Old Zhang's consciousness to focus slightly.

At this moment,

he was like someone who hadn't slept for days, just falling asleep but being forcibly woken up,

he really wanted to slump over and continue sleeping, but he still relied on his will to hold on, and his body began to lean forward, reaching out his hand.

On Zhou Ze's side, he saw a hand slowly reaching out from the mirror, and Zhou Ze immediately grabbed it and began to pull it out.

It was a tug-of-war, the rope being Old Zhang, and Zhou Ze was one of the participants.

"Aaaaaah..."

Old Zhang cried out, he was in great pain, Zhou Ze's pulling was actually tearing at his consciousness, pulling at his soul, which definitely wouldn't be comfortable, after all, it wasn't a silent and moisturizing merging of water and milk.

Moreover, the torment of the soul was often countless times more intense than the torment of the body.

But Zhou Ze couldn't let go, this wasn't the time to be soft-hearted, some things, after the Xiezhi entered Old Zhang's body, had already been destined.

The formation seemed to be really working, at least the black undercurrent behind Old Zhang in the mirror wasn't particularly turbulent, as if it was still being kept in the dark, and most of Old Zhang's body had been pulled out of the mirror by Zhou Ze.

"Boss, don't pull him all the way out, otherwise it will directly awaken it, now proceed to the next step, seal it!"

Xu Qinglang's voice came,

sounding a bit high-pitched, as if rolling above his head, a bit like the voice-over in a documentary.

Zhou Ze immediately let go, his consciousness began to retreat, Old Zhang's body was half inside the mirror and half outside, looking a bit tired, with his head hanging low.

In fact,

at this time,

Zhou Ze had also considered directly pulling out Old Zhang's soul,

this seemed to be the safest approach,

to let Old Zhang completely abandon his previous body,

but then,

even if Old Zhang still held the identity of a ghost messenger, because of his own "weakness", the remaining path would either be to go to hell to "reincarnate," or to continue to linger in the mortal world, and the final solution would be to disappear into smoke.

Of course, the most important thing was that only Old Zhang could control this Xiezhi clone like Xu Qinglang, which would be the greatest benefit to the bookstore.

For various reasons of interest,

Old Zhang's options at this point,

were really not many.

Even Tie Hanhan didn't shout "I'm hungry, I want to eat,"

he also understood,

in the current situation,

in this current state,

what one more help meant.

Compared to these cats and dogs in the bookstore,

he still felt that Wangcai from back then was more reliable.

Zhou Ze took one last look at Old Zhang,

his consciousness returned to his body,

opened his eyes,

the formation in his sight was still emitting a faint red light, and the red mirror in front of him had begun to gradually dissipate.

Next,

was the next step,

sealing!

The fountain pen,

fell into Zhou Ze's palm,

I'll have to trouble you again this time,

Stupid Pen.

"Meow!"

The formation changed again,

the timing was just right,

an open area appeared in front of Zhou Ze, enough for him to walk to Old Zhang.

Outside the formation, Xu Qinglang's eyes were burning, he was the only one in the bookstore who studied formations, even Lawyer An was just a dilettante, not really dedicated to researching it.

But this black cat,

really allowed Xu Qinglang to see another "sky,"

some regret and remorse,

if he had known that this black cat was so proficient in formations, he should have borrowed the Yin-Yang Record from Zhou Ze earlier.

Borrowing it would definitely not be a problem, Zhou Ze really didn't take this thing seriously, as could be seen from the fact that he could throw the Yin-Yang Record to the monkey to play with.

The old Taoist was eating melon seeds, watching the situation inside intently, but he didn't really understand, some operations were too mystical, this kind of technical work was very enjoyable for insiders, but for the old Taoist, it felt a bit dull.

After all,

after the boss went in, he just stood there for a long time without moving, what was so interesting about that?

Not saying you should fight three hundred rounds with clanging sounds,

Boss, you could also do a somersault and then a side flip to warm things up,

you also have to consider the feelings of us audience, right?

Of course,

the old Taoist only dared to think about these complaints in his heart,

but didn't dare to say them out loud,

at the same time, he had to show an appearance of I'm still very concerned about the development of the situation and very concerned about the boss's safety even though I'm eating melon seeds.

The old Taoist had recently been reflecting on himself, he didn't know why, it seemed that the frequency of live broadcasts had decreased, he didn't interact with his viewers much, and it might also be that the days in the bookstore for the past year or so had been too free and comfortable, leading to his essential skill for navigating the martial world, flattery, had declined too much.

Need to examine, need to reflect...

Lawyer An watched and wished that the person sitting on the chair in the middle of the formation at this time wasn't Old Zhang but himself,

his mood was truly a bit depressed.

After guessing Old Taoist's possible identity, he had even thought about offering incense to those who had suppressed and hunted him down to express his gratitude.

Now that he was living comfortably, it had turned into reverse mental torture, he didn't want to offer incense anymore, people, it seemed, really never knew how to be satisfied.

It wasn't a matter of scarcity but a matter of inequality, the people around him, even the few cats and dogs, had begun to have their own opportunities, turning from the bottom of the pack to the headlights, which really made Lawyer An, who was originally sitting in a special seat, feel a bit restless.

If the entire bookstore was full of "big shots" in the future,

what would he be?

Lawyer An?

Manager An?

Chief Manager An?

Little Anzi?

"Hiss... the boss took out the pen, where is he going to insert it?"

Lawyer An muttered to himself.

"Hehehe."

The old Taoist suddenly laughed, seemingly feeling that a good show was about to begin, then immediately restrained himself and whispered:

"If Old Zhang wakes up and finds out that he's been...

Hehe!"

As if there really was some kind of induction in the dark,

Old Zhang, who had been sitting straight and motionless on the chair,

his body actually trembled slightly at this moment.

Zhou Ze held the fountain pen,

walked in front of Old Zhang,

the red within the surrounding formation began to converge towards the origin,

this was like performing surgery without anesthesia,

in order to suppress the patient's struggle, you had to control the patient first.

Boss Zhou hadn't thought about giving Old Zhang that kind of jab,

the other day, he had stabbed the fountain pen into the flower fox sable's butt area, also because that area of the flower fox sable had more meat, and it was inserted into the meat, not really blasting that thing.

As for Old Zhang,

Zhou Ze didn't have that kind of perverse taste either.

Holding the fountain pen,

raised his hand,

with a hint of ruthlessness,

"Pfft!"

The fountain pen pierced into Old Zhang's chest,

Zhou Ze pushed the end of the fountain pen with his palm, and with a tap, the fountain pen directly disappeared into Old Zhang's body.

The whole process was smooth and unhindered, and it was thanks to Zhou Ze being a surgeon in his previous life, familiar with human anatomy, otherwise if someone else had done it, the fountain pen might have directly hit a vital point,

and then it would be:

Old Zhang,

died.

Old Zhang's body trembled,

and then,

his eyes suddenly opened,

at first,

his eyes were calm, just slightly tired and painful, he looked at Zhou Ze in front of him,

and said:

"Ol..."

But he only managed to say one word,

Old Zhang's eyes instantly turned crimson,

a burst of madness began to erupt,

"Presumptuous!"

It was as if a pressure from ancient times had suddenly descended,

the supreme majesty showed its aura,

for a time,

the terrifying and oppressive atmosphere directly enveloped the entire bookstore!

The old Taoist's melon seed dish also fell directly to the ground,

with a "smash,"

shattering into pieces.

Lawyer An immediately stood up,

somewhat surprised,

this aura,

wasn't right!

He had seen the Xiezhi's clone,

it was scary,

and majestic,

but it was far from this point!

The little boy and little loli sitting on the small sofa in the distance also stood up straight, the terror of this pressure exceeded their expectations.

Hei Xiaoniu curled up on the sofa, the fallen leaves covering her body, as if she were being embraced.

The little monkey "pft" sound, the peanut still in his mouth.

Xu Qinglang opened his mouth,

a touch of despair appeared on his somewhat pale and tired face,

and whispered:

"This isn't the Xiezhi's clone projection,

this is it,

this is it,

this is its spirit soul!"

At this time, the feeling of the people in the bookstore,

was like the bandits in Black Cloud Village planning to catch a "fat sheep" to feast on,

but they caught Wei Monk of the Independent Regiment.

It was also like a whaling ship,

they caught a big fish,

but it wasn't a whale,

but a Godzilla!

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Now,

we are,

on the monthly ticket list,

first!