The enforcement team was a pack of mad dogs; that much had long been obvious. Their style of doing things and their extremely radical internal atmosphere had already demonstrated it perfectly.

But you couldn't erase the loyalty of this pack of mad dogs.

Back then, after Yama King Chu Jiang received the decree of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and personally suppressed the enforcement team's leader, he hadn't initially planned to do anything to the enforcement team as a whole.

Destroying a force that was almost second only to the Ten Halls of Hell would be too much of a pity; everyone would want to take it for their own use.

However, in the end, there was no choice. After the enforcement team members learned that their leader had been suppressed and his life or death was unknown, they were furious and almost started preparing to force the palace or rescue him.

Under duress, the underworld struck at the enforcement team. In those days, the members of the enforcement team, both inside and outside, were subjected to extremely cruel hunts. After the upheaval, the remaining dregs were also placed under house arrest. No explanation was given, and no explanation was intended. Decades passed in a muddle.

That a group of people would willingly follow a person into madness, even at the cost of rebellion, was enough to show how terrifying the leader's prestige was in the enforcement team back then!

If there wasn't this kind of absolute submission from subordinates, if it were another force in hell, when they heard their boss say he was going to find the last Lord of Hell, maybe the people below wouldn't follow along, shouting slogans and obeying, but would directly knock their boss unconscious with a sap and send him to the Ten Halls of Hell to ask for a reward or draw a line, right?

For example, right now,

When you're in this atmosphere, when you're in this environment,

Qing,

Couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance in her heart.

It was as if everything had returned to the past, to when the enforcement team was still intact and glorious.

Reason, thought, reality, and all those things became as fragile as blank paper at this moment, instantly submerged in the tide of emotion.

The old man's ability had been "experienced" by everyone at the Late Night Bookstore before. To be honest, it was truly terrifying, because it was difficult to find people who didn't have a single crack in their hearts.

As long as you had a crack, even if it was the size of a fingernail, he could tear it open for you, enough to submerge your entire person.

Moreover,

This time, Qing and several other Group B teams came out together to carry out this mission,

No matter how much they used the banner of thinking about the future of the enforcement team, looking for opportunities and chances for the rise of the enforcement team, etc.,

It couldn't change the fact that they had betrayed the leader's established policy back then.

The leader was suppressed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's decree for wholeheartedly wanting to find the last Lord of Hell,

But what about her?

She was now doing the task of wanting to kill the Lord of Hell.

This guilt had always existed, and now it was completely ignited, turning into a raging fire, burning her soul.

Qing raised her dagger,

And then,

She suddenly stabbed the dagger into her chest,

"Aaaaaah!!!!!"

The tearing of the soul was a violent pain that even the most determined person could hardly bear.

But under the gaze of the leader above,

Under the eyes of all the colleagues around her,

She continued to stir the wound with the dagger,

Tearing apart her soul,

Bit by bit!

………………

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!!!!!"

In the bookstore,

Everyone was eating,

Suddenly, the little monkey pushed away the bowl in front of him,

And then started jumping up and down on the chair like crazy.

Yes,

The monkey ate at the table.

At first, although the monkey also came to the table, it just sat at the corner of the table, then took a few bites and gnawed on them by itself.

Later, the old Daoist taught it how to use chopsticks, and ordered a high chair similar to a baby's eating chair. After that, the little monkey ate at the table like a normal person.

Zhou Ze put down his chopsticks,

Yingying also put down the spoon she was using to serve Zhou Ze soup.

"Sigh."

Boss Zhou sighed,

The monkey had spent the longest time with the old Daoist, and their relationship was the closest. Obviously, the monkey had sensed something.

The old Daoist was probably in danger.

"Do you have the specific location?" Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang next to him.

Xu Qinglang nodded.

He had planned to take the bronze sword to chop people, and it would be useless to chop if he didn't know the location.

If Zhou Ze hadn't said that there were still other people in Tong City and that it was inconvenient to reveal the secrets of the Late Night Bookstore, Old Xu wouldn't have endured until now.

"Let's go, Yingying."

"Yes, Boss."

"Watch the house, and pack your things."

"Okay, Boss."

Packing things, of course, was preparing for the worst. If it really didn't work, they could only run away.

Although Boss Zhou didn't want to bring things to this point, he couldn't watch the old Daoist encounter danger and not save him, and this time it wasn't the old Daoist seeking death by looking for girls, but he sent him to do the reception;

He couldn't just stand by and watch him die.

Boss Zhou's temperament was indeed very indifferent now, but he was still very protective of his subordinates.

Xu Qinglang ate the last bit of his meal, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth hard with the napkin on the table, then walked behind the bar, slung the bronze sword on his back, and the package that had been packed with everything he might need was also carried on his back again.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!"

The little monkey also shouted loudly, obviously wanting to go too.

"You stay at home and help pack your things."

Zhou Ze didn't give the little monkey any room to plead or make a fuss. He turned around and walked out of the bookstore and got into Xu Qinglang's car.

The little monkey drooped its head,

Once, the old Daoist was locked in the police station, and the little monkey turned into a demon monkey and went berserk, wanting to save the old Daoist.

But at that time, it was still immature. Now, it was indeed much more sensible.

It also knew that if Zhou Ze himself went and still couldn't rescue the old Daoist, then adding itself would be of no help.

Yingying took out a super-large suitcase,

And began to pack things.

After a while,

The little monkey, who had gone upstairs and then came down, also dragged out a cartoon children's suitcase and started packing things.

Hei Xiaoniu continued to eat calmly by the dining table,

She had nothing to pack,

The vegetable garden couldn't be moved,

When the time came,

She could just carry a handful of seeds with her,

She didn't even need to bring this,

The dead waiter had a thousand sons and grandsons in his body, and she could just ask for them at any time.

Xu Qinglang drove the car, his expression was very calm. As the saying goes, one is exhausted, then weakens, and then collapses. Originally, when he first sensed that his master had arrived in Tong City, he planned to go directly to chop him up and end this master-disciple karma.

But with Zhou Ze's interruption, the previous rage had been dispelled a lot.

"Did you have to say it so decisively? Is the matter that big?"

Xu Qinglang asked.

"A little troublesome."

"Troublesome enough to require moving?"

"Being able to move is already a pretty good result."

Xu Qinglang's lips wriggled, and he finally opened his mouth and said:

"Rescue the old Daoist."

"Okay."

"The matter of revenge can be put down."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "I don't mean that."

How could he put down the hatred of killing his father and mother?

"I know, it's me who means that. The dead are gone, and the living must continue to live well."

As Xu Qinglang spoke, he looked back out the window and continued:

"I quite like the life I've had in the Late Night Bookstore during this time."

Zhou Ze was silent.

After a long time, when the car had already gotten on the elevated road,

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and said:

"Revenge must still be taken."

Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze with a smile on his lips and said:

"I wasn't retreating to advance just now."

"I understand."

"Okay, if it really doesn't work, I'll go research some information on cooking in the wild."

It would be convenient to cook when running away.

"Yes, that's how it should be.

However, don't worry, things might not be that bad."

"Do you believe in fate?"

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I don't believe in fate, but I believe in the old Daoist."

…………

"Mom, why is my life so bitter!"

At the entrance of the second-floor stairs, the old Daoist was kneeling there, his expression dejected.

That girl,

That girl who had only met once and solemnly said she would protect him,

She just crashed and got hit?

What a kind and righteous girl...

The old Daoist sighed. Rather than sighing for Qing, he was sighing for himself.

Sure enough,

When the old Daoist cautiously looked at the old man in the corner below,

He found that the old man also happened to raise his head,

Looking at him.

The old man had been killed twice by the bookstore,

A deadly feud had long been formed,

This hatred,

Was unsolvable.

Therefore,

The old Daoist also gave up the idea of begging for mercy,

The hand, was the artistic figure's figure,

And now,

The old Daoist's hand had already been placed in his crotch.

Just like when the police encounter bandits, they habitually put their hands on their waists and prepare to draw their guns,

Well,

The old Daoist was also preparing to draw his gun.

Even if the effect was very weak, even if it was really insignificant, he still had to do something, or rather, prepare to do something.

The old man smiled at the old Daoist,

In the laughter,

There was a deep resentment!

The old woman next to the old man reached out and moved away the hair stained with blood on her face,

And also looked at the old Daoist,

Then,

She almost habitually continued the old man's previous actions,

This was a misunderstanding,

Or maybe she was addicted to imitating,

Or,

She just wanted to help the old man next to her vent his anger,

Whoever he hated,

She also hated,

Whoever he wanted to die,

She would also let them die!

"Aaaaaah!!!!!"

The old woman covered her eyes,

And jumped up again.

The old man's body suddenly trembled,

The scenes of his death last time reappeared in his mind,

He suddenly woke up,

And shouted at the old woman next to him who had an unusual sense of intimacy:

"Don't, stop! Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!!!"

"Pa!"

Saying that,

He slapped the old woman's head,

The old woman stopped her movements in surprise, and her expression looked like a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief,

When he looked up again,

He was stunned,

Because,

The old Daoist had disappeared...

The old man's eyes widened,

At this moment,

He had an unspeakable feeling in his heart,

As if,

The reincarnation of fate had begun again.