Chapter 42 Arrogance

The little boy laughed. He had been laughing the whole time, ever since that Qing Dynasty zombie had fallen. He hadn't stopped smiling.

Maybe this kid had been under a lot of pressure since he was young and rarely had the chance to laugh, so he was taking this opportunity to be foolishly happy.

His subordinates had betrayed him, his gang had collapsed, and he couldn't stay in his lair any longer.

It was as if he had lost everything overnight.

But he had become carefree instead.

It seemed that nothing in this world could make him sad anymore.

And that was why he could laugh to his heart's content.

Of course, Boss Zhou rarely looked at people directly now, especially at guys who were so much older than him. It was often impossible to guess and test these people's thoughts and habits with the experience he had accumulated.

"Sigh."

The little boy lowered his hand.

Then he sat down next to Zhou Ze,

as if they were still soaking together in that pool, shoulder to shoulder.

"Actually, whether you win or lose, you have a pretty tough backbone. You haven't disgraced us zombies."

"Thanks."

The thanks didn't sound very sincere.

The little boy had always regarded his address of "your ancestor" as an insult.

But after being insulted for so long,

he had even insulted a kind of respect out of it.

"She told me a lot about the outside world. I rarely go out. Firstly, I don't dare to. Secondly, I don't think there's much difference between the outside and down here."

For some reason, the little boy still didn't attack Zhou Ze.

But Zhou Ze had something more pressing to worry about now:

"It's your turn to attack. Make him kneel down and call you daddy."

"You... beg... me... ah..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

It seemed that ever since his failed attempt to sever the Three Corpses last time,

this guy had been a little off in the head.

"He could kill me at any moment," Zhou Ze reminded.

"Die... together... then... who... cares?"

Zhou Ze nodded, understanding.

Okay,

you're doing great,

you're awesome.

"She told me about her past. She said she didn't go to school much, so she had a respect and thirst for knowledge..."

Zhou Ze was taken aback.

Little Loli?

Um,

how badly did Lin Ke fool you?

Zhou Ze remembered when Lin Ke had compared their university rankings with him; she was definitely a top student among top students and a role model for how knowledge can change one's destiny.

"She also told me that she liked to read, so she chose to work in a bookstore..."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"I also had my men dig up the graves of several ancient scholars and literati to find some ancient books, intending to give them to her, but now I don't have the chance."

Zhou Ze now looked at this little boy

with the same feeling he had for one of his roommates back in college.

His roommate had a very beautiful girlfriend in school who bossed him around, but he willingly put up with it.

One day, Zhou Ze was on his way to a part-time tutoring job when he passed a hotel and saw that girl walking out with a man in her arms.

Zhou Ze didn't tell him about it.

Perhaps this kind of thing was common in every university. Some girls lived glamorous lives outside while also having a poor, waiting boyfriend in school.

As he was thinking,

Zhou Ze spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time, there was less blood.

He felt like he was about to die, but he didn't ask Ying Gou for help. They could just play it cool together, and if they died together, they died together.

Having an ancestral zombie die with him

didn't seem like such a bad deal to Zhou Ze.

It was strange.

When he was fighting that Qing Dynasty zombie earlier, Zhou Ze felt full of fighting spirit, thinking only of surviving and not dying.

Now that the situation had become simpler,

and things had taken a new turn with Ying Gou's awakening,

he had become lazy instead.

Perhaps,

that was just how cheap people could be.

The little boy turned to look at Zhou Ze and said,

"You've been bleeding for a long time."

"It's okay. I think I can bleed a little longer."

The little boy nodded. He was sitting there with his legs curled up, not looking weak or lonely, but rather like an artistic youth with his own style and attitude.

"Then let's chat a little longer, until you bleed to death."

"Okay."

Zhou Ze silently closed his eyes.

He was a little sleepy.

Actually, if a person only loses a little blood, it can stimulate the organs in the body and make them more excited.

In the early years, Westerners would often do bloodletting therapy no matter what disease they had.

In that era, Chinese medicine could look down on Western medicine.

But if you lose too much blood, it's too much of a good thing, like Zhou Ze at this time. He didn't even have much strength left to speak.

"Stub... born..."

Ying Gou's voice sounded again.

"Don't you dare attack. Let's wait for death hand in hand. I'll look down on you if you attack. Hold on, hold on.

I'm tired.

I'm going to sleep for a while."

It was very rogue-like, very willful, like a seasoned con artist, who had long developed thick skin, like a tough character.

This wasn't just about being angry or playing the rogue;

Ying Gou indeed had the strength to sweep across the eight wastes and the status to guard hell back then.

But now he was like a game,

and in the process of getting along day and night,

Zhou Ze had almost completed half of this game.

He, Ying Gou, felt that he was just temporarily down on his luck, a hidden dragon in the abyss, and still regarded himself as he used to be in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have made that kind of idiotic act of waiting for the Buddha to appear and see the Buddha.

But for Boss Zhou, it was a bit like a bitch being hypocritical.

Who didn't need healing, rest, and licking their wounds?

Why should he indulge you?

You're spoiled!

The little boy was still talking non-stop, mostly about the things that Little Loli had told him.

He wasn't a child, nor was he an ordinary person, but at least he was male.

Little Loli had indeed fooled him completely,

but was it because Little Loli's skills were too profound, or was it actually because he himself was already tired of the unchanging days in the ghost den and deliberately fell into it?

No one knew this.

Zhou Ze's blood was still flowing,

all the way down from the door frame he was leaning against,

flowing all the way.

Zhou Ze's eyes were closed, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Because there was a zombie leaning against him,

it did have a certain comforting effect.

As he slept,

perhaps because his body was weak, Zhou Ze's head leaned down, resting on the little boy's body.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then looked closely and found that Zhou Ze was still in a precarious state and his blood was still flowing; he hadn't died yet.

But after saying so much,

the little boy felt that he had nothing else to say.

His need to confide had been expressed,

and he was satisfied.

Now that he was satisfied, let's end it.

The little boy placed a hand on Zhou Ze's neck and tilted his head slightly.

"This is a good place. It's worth it for you to die here."

The little boy's hand began to exert force,

and a look of pain appeared on Zhou Ze's face.

There was no anomaly, no sign, and nothing special.

The little boy was a little disappointed.

He was disappointed that this person

was about to be killed so easily by him.

For a moment,

everything seemed to become dull and uninteresting.

Unconsciously, he released his hand. He was too lazy to kill him; he was really lazy.

However,

at the moment the little boy released his hand,

a special aura suddenly appeared, fleeting!

The little boy looked puzzled,

then shocked,

and then turned into... panic.

The little boy stood up tremblingly, his steps a little staggered, staring at Zhou Ze with a ghostly expression. He even forgot what he should do next.

He was waiting,

waiting for the owner of this aura that made his heart tremble.

He felt that at this moment,

he no longer had any initiative.

He was waiting for the other party to speak, waiting for the other party to instruct, waiting for the other party to question,

even,

waiting for the other party to open his eyes,

and then, under the gaze of the other party,

kneel down!

Humans like to use class to divide people into different levels, the so-called nobles and meat-eaters, but there is no essential difference between their life forms.

The blood of nobles and the blood of commoners are no different, and the lives of nobles and the lives of commoners are no different.

But other races, including zombies,

are very particular about the level of bloodline.

This is also the reason why the little boy can subdue other zombies, and it is also the driving force for that Qing Dynasty zombie to improve his level of life through devouring.

But the little boy stood by and waited for a long time.

Zhou Ze was still sound asleep.

He wasn't lying to him,

nor was he teasing him.

He was really asleep.

Suppressing the trembling in his heart,

the little boy squatted down in front of Zhou Ze again, trembling.

He reached out his hand.

Although the five fingernails on his hand had been worn down too much in the previous battle, they still reflected a palpitating luster.

Looking embarrassed,

these fingernails

couldn't be stabbed down.

The little boy slowly stood up again.

He began to retreat.

He was going to leave.

When he had just walked ten meters away,

Zhou Ze's eyes

slowly opened.

The little boy was struck by lightning. He couldn't restrain his instinct from his already weak and heavily injured body and actually knelt down.

At this moment,

he felt that

he was really just a child.

"Why... didn't... you... kill?"

The question came.

The little boy's forehead was pressed to the ground, and he dared not answer. This terrifying aura made him unable to muster any resistance.

"Quick... kill... ah..."

"I dare not, I dare not. I was wrong, I was wrong. I had eyes but couldn't see Mount Tai. I didn't recognize you..."

The little boy was a little incoherent.

He thought the other party was questioning him,

and he

seemed to be truly guilty of heinous crimes.

"He... fell asleep... you just... left... like that...

He... must... think... it... was... me... cherishing... my life... who... stopped... you..."

The little boy knelt on the ground,

trembling.

"Quick... kill... otherwise... when... he... wakes... up... he'll... laugh... at... me..."