Chapter 120 A Face-Based Society

For a long time, Zhou Ze hadn't seen Bai Yingying fight. Bai Yingying's daily work was actually cleaning, being a sales assistant, eating chicken, and sleeping with him.

But Zhou Ze had never forgotten the scene when he and Xu Qinglang first faced the awakened Bai Yingying in earnest.

Why was Bai Yingying so well-behaved?

Because she had been thoroughly *ahem* by him.

But this didn't mean she had really turned into a little quail. For example, the last time Zhou Ze saw Bai Yingying playing games, her essence wasn't that of a soft, gentle girl.

After all, a zombie was a zombie. Some fierce factors branded into the bones couldn't be erased, just like Zhou Ze had no idea what he would do after a "drunken blackout."

If zombies were really obedient and gentle babies, Madame Bai wouldn't have specifically instructed Zhou Ze to burn her corpse with bamboo during the next Cold Clothes Festival when she went to hell.

The little loli called the old man a "corpse demon." Zhou Ze didn't know what this word meant, but he could roughly infer that it should be inferior to a genuine zombie.

At least Bai Yingying wouldn't have a plastic bag, and her fingers wouldn't suddenly break off, nor would she constantly ooze disgusting acid all over her body. If Bai Yingying were like that, Zhou Ze would rather continue sleeping in the freezer than have her sleep with him.

He would even unhesitatingly burn Bai Yingying to heaven during the Cold Clothes Festival.

So, this was ultimately a face-based society. Many people would resentfully say a few words like "inner beauty is the most important thing" after being hurt in a beauty contest.

But in reality, even when you die, whether you have good looks is also very important.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Roaring sounds came from the kitchen.

The floor was cracked,

The walls were dented,

The two corpses were fighting, each with immense strength, so the commotion was naturally not small. But it could be seen that Bai Yingying had the upper hand and even had some strength to spare.

Moreover, the old man had already been severely injured by the little loli once before.

But he wasn't dead yet. He really wasn't dead.

Regardless of anything else, his vitality alone was terrifying enough.

And Bai Yingying was like a cute little milk dog.

At Zhou Ze's command,

She rushed out, pounced on the prey, and then dragged the prey to Zhou Ze's feet, presenting it respectfully.

Zhou Ze squatted down in front of the old man. He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him too.

"You… you are also a ghost messenger…"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"A blind ghost messenger…"

The old man spat at Zhou Ze. If his chin hadn't been devoid of flesh, perhaps two mouthfuls of thick phlegm would have been ejected.

"I've always been curious about one thing. Were you also watching from the side that day when I was in the hospital?"

"I wasn't there," the old man replied. "So… the people in the hospital… were knocked unconscious by you?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Those people… are scum…" the old man repeated.

"Mm," Zhou Ze agreed.

"Scum should be killed, should be eaten!" the old man stubbornly said. "Heaven didn't let me die completely… just to let me… let me clean up… clean them up."

"What about him?" Zhou Ze pointed to Wang Ke, who was still unconscious on the side.

The old man hesitated. After being beaten up by Bai Yingying, his anger had also diminished a lot.

Therefore, when you are in a bad mood, you can go to a roadside billiards hall or dance hall and flick a booger at those tattooed or shifty-looking guys gathered together, and you will immediately feel better.

"I don't know…" the old man replied.

In that kind of situation, Wang Ke was still able to calmly explain that he was still making his own explanation when faced with a threat to his life. In fact, it was very telling.

Either this guy had long since put life and death out of his mind and wasn't afraid of death at all, or he had a clear conscience and could die, but he couldn't let someone throw a bucket of shit on his head.

"But you still planned to kill him, cook him, and eat his meat. You've become addicted to eating people, haven't you?" Zhou Ze laughed.

The old man didn't speak.

"You said that heaven didn't let you die, for some reason, and turned you into this half-human, half-ghost appearance. It's because heaven is about to assign you a great task.

I also admit that even I wanted those scum in the hospital to report to hell sooner.

But in the end, you've developed a habit. You've slowly stopped caring whether the people you kill are right or wrong, because you've become addicted to this feeling.

I once heard a story about a prosecutor abroad. He arrested some corrupt officials who violated the law in his early years and became famous. Later, in order to continue this feeling, he used illegal means and even deliberately framed some high-ranking officials to achieve his own fame. It's the same as you."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old man's face gently, then regretted his actions a little and wiped his hand on the old Taoist's trouser leg.

"…" The old Taoist.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss is also gazing into you;

It's just that you haven't realized it yourself."

Zhou Ze slowly stood up. "Alright, you're tired of hearing so much, and it's time for you to go on your way."

"I'm not convinced… the suffering and persecution… that my family and I… have suffered… why does no one… no one care… my family and I…"

Zhou Ze made a stop gesture, shook his head,

"I can guess that your story should be very sad and tragic, and you must have been poisoned by that hospital. After the story is told, it will definitely make the listeners sad.

But pity and suffering cannot be your reason for violence,

Because there are many pitiful people in this world, and there are many people who have suffered hardships;

Most people are overcoming suffering and facing a new life with a positive attitude.

Even if someone gives up on himself because of this, it's just his own business. He hasn't hurt anyone, just bears the sorrow alone.

So, what makes you so special?

This is not a reason, it will never be."

The old man heard this and fell silent.

"So, the program I hate the most is the one where reporters interview murderers. In the program, they are always repenting and always accusing themselves of how tragic their lives were and how pitiful they were.

Even the prison and the reporters will contact the victims' families and ask them to forgive the criminals so that the criminals can better accept the transformation and start a new life.

How wonderful?

How touching?

They even have to deprive the victims' families of the right to 'hate.'

But unfortunately, this program is still very popular, after all, there are really many people who like to stand on the moral high ground and shit."

After talking to himself, Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist again: "I said so much, I have to charge more money. Now, high-end funeral homes also have psychological massage services for family members. I also count this as an additional service. After you go down, give me more paper money, you know?"

The old man slowly closed his eyes and sighed.

"Do you still have a soul? Or something like a consciousness group, after all, you are not a proper zombie. Now, float out of your body, and I will send you to hell."

The old man put down his drooping hands, looking like he had accepted his fate. As for whether he had been enlightened, Zhou Ze didn't know and didn't care.

However,

In the next moment,

The old man's body suddenly twitched, and his almost broken neck actually lifted up. He opened his fangs and bit at Zhou Ze's body!

"Pfft!"

Zhou Ze didn't move, but his fingernails directly pierced into the old man's body. The black energy surrounding his fingernails began to rage wildly in the old man's body. This was a torture that surpassed ordinary meaning, and even completely surpassed the damage that Bai Yingying had done to the old man's body before.

The old man hadn't even bitten Zhou Ze when he wailed. He was in pain, extremely painful. He was also begging, begging Zhou Ze to pull out his fingernails.

But Zhou Ze didn't move, calmly watching the old man in agony in front of him.

Obviously, Zhou Ze's previous nonsense and psychological massage for so long were still useless.

This also shows that the program that explores the inner pity and sunshine of murderers is also useless. Many people have impulses and hateful emotions, but normally they would not kill innocent people in the name of impulse and anger. Once they do, they are not human, but beasts.

"Actually, I don't hate you as much as I imagined," Zhou Ze said lightly. "But you can't control yourself anymore. You are not a knight who slays demons after all, and have even become a demon waiting for the knight to slay."

Under the pressure of Zhou Ze's fingernails, a black ball of light floated out of the old man's body.

Zhou Ze opened the gates of hell,

Reached out and grabbed the ball of light, throwing it in.

Zhou Ze didn't shatter the old man's soul, but let him go to hell, leaving a glimmer of opportunity, not entirely because he couldn't bear to part with the performance points, but because he himself had once had the idea of ​​borrowing a knife to kill and watching from the sidelines at the entrance of the hospital.

However, Zhou Ze still habitually reached out and took out his little notebook, and then, Zhou Ze's eyes immediately widened!

Damn!

The performance list showed: fifty percent!

In other words, the old man's single performance was comparable to the sum of all the ghost performances he had sent down before!

Zhou Ze regretted it a little. If he had known, he wouldn't have rushed to send him down. He should have asked him if there were any other like-minded people, whether they were also hidden in this city.

The little loli on the side was still kneeling on the ground, watching Zhou Ze take out a small notebook, her face showing a look of horror.

The point of shock was not only the certificate itself, but also what the notebook represented!