Chapter 129 Pig Teammate

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Screams echoed incessantly from the small hospital. The old Daoist stood at the entrance, watching many people in white coats run out, as if something was chasing them.

But they just kept running in circles in the small courtyard, falling and getting up repeatedly, seemingly unable to see the door at all; no one ran out from inside.

"This is… a ghost wall?" the old Daoist asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze ignored him and continued watching.

He saw a woman, incessantly chasing people and asking:

"Am I supposed to die yet?"

"What time is it?"

"Am I supposed to die?"

She was very anxious,

She was very worried,

She was very lost,

As if, if she didn't die at the fixed time, her son would have no way to be redeemed,

If she didn't die at the prescribed time, her family would be broken,

If she didn't die at the prescribed time, she would make a big mistake!

The more Zhou Ze watched, the more his brows furrowed.

The old Daoist couldn't see what was happening inside, so he was completely confused, but watching a group of living people screaming, running around, and constantly falling was quite amusing. It was like watching monkeys being trained in a circus, especially since several of the nurses were wearing skirts, and their clothes were torn when they fell while running.

Based on the idea of getting some interest back for those victims, the old Daoist's eyes almost popped out, as he kept looking at places he shouldn't be looking at.

Finally, Zhou Ze couldn't stand it anymore; he really couldn't stand it anymore.

"What a… pig teammate."

The old Daoist was stunned when he heard this, and instantly felt wronged; his old face wrinkled into a tender chrysanthemum.

Boss, did you have to be so harsh?

I was just looking…

You don't look, you're not interested… um… but I'm still normal!

Zhou Ze reached out to the old Daoist for a lighter, and happened to see the old Daoist looking at him pitifully. He seemed to understand something and laughed:

"I wasn't talking about you."

"Then who were you talking about?" The old Daoist was genuinely puzzled.

"Her."

After speaking, Zhou Ze pushed open the door and walked in, leaning on his crutch.

The old Daoist followed him in; he went wherever the boss went. After all, no matter how awesome the boss was, he still needed a supporting character who could add fuel to the fire and shout "6666."

The old Daoist had always had a very accurate understanding of his position.

However, the moment he followed the boss's footsteps inside, the old Daoist felt a chill run through his entire body, as if someone was gently running their cold hands across your back while you were sleeping, giving you a fingertip massage.

That stimulation!

Immediately after, a nurse suddenly ran in front of the old Daoist and fell right in front of him. The old Daoist quickly bent down to help her up.

"Are you alright? Are you alright?"

While helping her up, his palm subconsciously tried to take advantage of the situation.

Well, this is also acting on behalf of Heaven!

However, to the old Daoist's surprise, his hand directly pierced the nurse's chest with force.

"Hiss…"

The old Daoist immediately gasped in horror and began to retreat, but the nurse stuck to him like a leech.

"Mom, boss, help, help!"

The nurse in his arms suddenly raised her head.

Her face began to become rough and swollen, with pits and bumps. Maggots and insects were wriggling and crawling around inside, going back and forth.

She grinned,

Revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. A large tumor protruded from her mouth; the tumor was yellowish-green, as if it could burst at any moment.

"What time is it? Am I supposed to die?"

The nurse asked the old Daoist.

The old Daoist was shocked to realize that he had lost the talisman he had been carrying.

And this action successfully attracted the nurse's attention.

"Ooooooh!!!"

So cold,

The nurse's hands were so cold,

So cold that the old Daoist couldn't stand it at all.

This feeling was like stripping naked and doing a pole dance facing the sunrise on a peak in the Himalayas.

Stimulating and deadly!

The old Daoist quickly raised his hands; no one was holding a gun to his head,

So, surrendering was a subconscious action.

Boss,

Where have you gone?

Your loyal old Daoist is about to die without descendants!

"Enough!"

Zhou Ze's voice came.

The old Daoist felt that Zhou Ze's voice at this moment was even more pleasant than those of the beautiful celebrities on television. It was a pity that he couldn't see where the boss was standing, otherwise he really wanted to rush up and give him a big kiss!

"Dong… dong…"

The bell rang, signaling it was time to go home.

All the surrounding scenes disappeared, and the old Daoist's terrifying cold sensation also began to fade, leaving only a lingering feeling of soreness and numbness. He was almost paralyzed with fear and knelt down, his knees touching the ground.

He looked up and saw Zhou Ze standing beside the large clock in front.

In Zhou Ze's hand was a clock hand that had just been broken off.

"Zzzzzz… zzzzzzzz…"

A faint, rustling sound came from the cement floor, like the sound of a broken electrical wire. It was very grating and made one's scalp tingle.

The old Daoist looked around. Several doctors and nurses, including the security guard with a fleshy face, were lying motionless on the ground around him. They weren't dead; they had fainted from fright.

"Tell me… what time is it… am I supposed to die?"

From behind the large clock, a woman in white crawled out. The woman stared blankly at the old Daoist first, causing the old Daoist to shiver again. Then, inadvertently, she pointed her finger at Zhou Ze on the other side.

Look,

Big sister,

The big boss is over there. You go deal with the big boss first; I'm just a small fry.

The female ghost was indeed very obliging. She turned her head and looked at Zhou Ze on the other side.

Then, she began to crawl towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze looked at her, very disappointed.

This was genuine disappointment.

In his past life, Zhou Ze was a doctor. He had always adhered to his professional ethics. Although he didn't have such a great dream or selfless dedication as "saving all living beings," he had always adhered to "people-oriented" principles at work.

This small hospital was a microcosm of this street, a microcosm of this black gambling industry chain. It made Zhou Ze feel depressed and very uncomfortable.

It was the kind of discomfort where you felt you couldn't sleep well tonight if you didn't do something.

And the doctors and nurses who were now collapsed on the ground should, without exception, have come from proper medical colleges or health schools. They should also have their own professional skills and were definitely not there just to make up numbers.

However, these people had violated their ethics and the doctor's duty. They had learned the skills to treat diseases and save people, but they stood beside dying patients, simply recording a series of cold data.

Then,

They watched the patients die coldly and would never provide treatment because treatment and medication would affect the fairness of the gambling.

There was a popular saying among doctors: "May Heaven strike those who persuade others to study medicine."

The work of most doctors was far from as leisurely and comfortable as the public generally believed. The vast majority of medical staff faced great dangers every day, including exposure to infections on the operating table, heavy workloads, and even… medical disputes.

But since they had put on this pure white coat, they had to be worthy of their identity.

That's right,

Zhou Ze wanted them to die.

Whether it was impulsive or out of anger, Zhou Ze really hoped that these scum of the industry would all go to hell!

Playing with human lives and using human lives for pleasure was a blasphemy against life. Zhou Ze, as someone who had died once, knew even better how to cherish the preciousness of life.

Since you treat human lives as tools for cockfighting and dogfighting, then I can also not treat you as human beings.

The old Daoist could beat the security guard with a fleshy face, and even though Zhou Ze was leaning on a crutch, one fingernail strike from him would make an ox fall.

But Zhou Ze just naturally withdrew, exclaiming, "I can't afford to offend them."

Some things, he wasn't convenient to do himself, so he wanted to watch from the sidelines.

He was indulging, he was being passive,

The purpose,

Was to borrow a knife to kill.

Anyway, you're bound to become a vengeful ghost; you can't enter reincarnation. Even if you go to hell, you can only endure the burning of endless karma until your soul dissipates.

Then,

Why not give you a chance,

To clean up this garbage dump?

You'll be happy,

I'll be happy too,

And it can also make the smog in this sky dissipate a little.

But the woman in front of him,

Was like an idiot!

Zhou Ze gave her a chance, and even secretly pushed her. She was much stronger than ordinary vengeful ghosts and had the ability to take revenge.

But her so-called revenge was just scaring people into fainting?

Once they woke up, they would be good men (or women) again?

"Zzzzzz… zzzzzzz… zzzzzzz…"

The female ghost continued to crawl towards Zhou Ze, then looked at Zhou Ze pitifully and asked:

"What time is it? Am I supposed to die?

Please,

Tell me, tell me…"

Zhou Ze slowly bent down, looked at the female ghost's pockmarked face, and asked:

"Don't you hate them?"

Yes, don't you hate them?

"What time is it?" the female ghost continued to ask.

Zhou Ze pointed again to the nurses and doctors who were unconscious below and asked, "Don't you want revenge?"

They put you on a cold bed and watched you die. Don't you want to take revenge on them? Don't you want to take revenge on those gamblers, don't you want to take revenge on those behind-the-scenes dealers who were happily counting money, don't you want to take revenge on the husband who personally pushed you into the abyss of despair—revenge?

"Tell me what time it is quickly. I'm calculating whether I should die or not. Only by dying will there be money, only my husband will have money, only then will the family have money, and the son will be redeemed.

Tell me quickly, tell me, what time is it, what time is it!

I have to die at the prescribed time, my family needs money, my son needs money when he grows up, he needs money for school, and he needs money for his future marriage.

What time is it?

Tell me quickly, tell me!!!"

The female ghost seemed very angry at Zhou Ze's repeated ignoring of her answer. She began to become extremely angry, angry enough to want to strangle Zhou Ze!

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

This female ghost,

She had no intention of killing those doctors and nurses,

But she had murderous intentions towards him?

For a moment, Zhou Ze wanted to laugh, and then he laughed.

"Hehehe…"

Smiling, Zhou Ze slowly stood up.

The female ghost subconsciously wanted to pounce on Zhou Ze.

"What are you laughing at? Answer me the time, what time is it!"

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and his fingernails directly pierced the female ghost's forehead. The female ghost let out a shrill scream. Zhou Ze's fingernails were like a soldering iron, bringing her terrifying pain.

"Boss?" the old Daoist came over at this time.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes. He thought of the old woman who came to the bookstore that night, wailing and crying in unwillingness after discovering that she had died ahead of schedule. He thought of the old man who had entered the house before, being watched by his son on the bed, preparing to die on time.

Human life is precious, but only if you know how to cherish it and respect it;

Life is yours. If you don't cherish it, don't blame others for looking down on your life!

Zhou Ze shook his head,

And said:

"Old Daoist, I think I did something wrong. I seem to be meddling too much."

"Huh?" the old Daoist still didn't understand.

Zhou Ze opened his eyes, looked at the doctors and nurses lying unconscious on the ground, and said:

"I find that I don't hate these guys as much as before."

"Eh, why? They are just a bunch of animals," the old Daoist said.

Zhou Ze looked at the female ghost writhing and struggling under his palm,

And said:

"That's right,

They are indeed animals,

But there must be something hateful about the pitiful."