Chapter 1915

For a long time, Zhou Ze hadn't seen Bai Yingying fight. Bai Yingying's daily work was actually just cleaning, being a shop 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 a serious manner.

Why was Bai Yingying so well-behaved?

Because she had been thoroughly "serviced" by him before.

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

A jiangshi (Chinese僵尸, zombie), after all, was a jiangshi. Some of the fierce factors branded deep in her bones wouldn't be erased. Just like Zhou Ze, after a "drinking blackout," he didn't really have any awareness of what he would do.

If all jiangshi were really well-behaved and docile babies, Madam Bai wouldn't have specifically instructed Zhou Ze to burn her corpse with bamboo in the next Cold Clothes Festival when she went to hell.

The little loli called the old man a "shi mei" (尸魅, corpse demon). Zhou Ze didn't know what this word meant, but he could roughly guess that he was probably inferior to a genuine jiangshi.

At least Bai Yingying wouldn't have her finger suddenly break off just by holding a plastic bag, nor would she constantly exude disgusting acidic liquid 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 worship the heavens when the Cold Clothes Festival arrived.

So, this was, after all, a society that valued appearance. Many people would resentfully say "inner beauty is the most important" after being defeated in the appearance competition.

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

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Loud noises came from the kitchen,

The floor was cracked,

The walls were dented.

The duel between the two corpses was full of immense power, and the commotion they made was naturally not small. But it could be seen that Bai Yingying had the upper hand, and even had strength to spare.

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

But he wasn't dead yet, really not dead.

Regardless of anything else, just looking at his vitality 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, presenting it respectfully.

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

"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, he might have spat out two mouthfuls of thick phlegm.

"I've always been curious about one thing. Were you also watching beside me that day in the hospital?"

"I wasn't there," the old man replied. "So… the people in the hospital… were knocked out 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… it's to let me… let me clean up… clean them up."

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

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

So, when you're in a bad mood, you can go to a street billiard hall or dance hall, flick a booger at those guys who are gathered together with tattoos or look like hooligans, and you'll immediately feel better.

"I don't know…" the old man replied.

In that kind of situation, Wang Ke was still able to calmly explain, and he was still making his own exposition when faced with a threat to his life. In fact, it could explain the problem very well.

Either this guy had long put life and death aside and wasn't afraid of death at all, or he was innocent and had nothing to be ashamed of. He could die, but he couldn't let someone dump a load of crap on his head.

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

The old man didn't speak.

"You said that the heavens didn't let you die, you don't know why, you became what you are now, neither human nor ghost, it's because heaven is about to assign you a great task.

I also admit that the scum in that hospital, even I want them to go to hell as soon as possible.

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 in a foreign country. In his early years, he arrested some corrupt officials who violated the law 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 reputation. It's actually the same as you."

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

"…" Old Daoist.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you;

It's just that you haven't noticed it yet."

Zhou Ze slowly stood up, "Alright, you're tired of listening to so much, you should be on your way earlier."

"I'm not convinced… the suffering and persecution that my family and I have suffered… why doesn't anyone… no one cares… my family and I…"

Zhou Ze made an interrupting gesture and shook his head.

"I can guess that your story must be very sad and tragic. You must have suffered from that hospital, and after the story is told, it will definitely make the listeners sad.

But pity and suffering cannot be the reason for you to commit violence,

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

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

Even if someone gives up on themselves because of this, it's just their own business, they don't hurt others, they just bear the sadness alone.

So, what makes you so special?

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

The old man was silent after hearing this.

"So, the show I hate the most is the one where reporters interview murderers. In the show, they are always repenting, always complaining about how tragic their lives were before, how pitiful they were.

Even the prison and the reporters will contact the victim's family and ask them to forgive the criminal so that the criminal can better accept the reform and start a new life.

How wonderful?

How touching?

They even have to deprive the victim's family of the right to 'hate'.

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

After talking to himself for a while, Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist again: "I said so much, I have to charge more money. Now, high-end funeral parlors also have psychological massage services for family members, so this is considered an additional service. After you go down, give me more paper money, understand?"

The old man slowly closed his eyes and sighed.

"You still have a soul, right? Or something like a consciousness cluster, after all, you're not a proper jiangshi. Now, float out of your body, and I'll send you to hell."

The old man lowered his hand, seemingly resigned to his fate. As for whether he was enlightened or not, Zhou Ze didn't know and didn't care.

However,

In the next moment,

The old man's body suddenly convulsed, his almost broken neck actually lifted up, 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, and the black energy surrounding the fingernails began to wreak havoc in the old man's body. This was a torture that surpassed ordinary meaning, and even completely overwhelmed Bai Yingying's previous physical attacks on the old man.

The old man howled as soon as his mouth hadn't even bitten Zhou Ze. He was in pain, extremely painful, and he was also begging, begging Zhou Ze to pull out his fingernails.

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

Obviously, Zhou Ze had talked so much nonsense before, and had been doing psychological massage and enlightenment for so long, but it was still useless.

This was enough to see that the show that explored the inner pitifulness and sunshine of murderers was also useless. Many people have impulses and hatred, but normally they would not kill innocent people in the name of impulse and anger. Once they do, they are no longer human, they are 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 you have even become a demon waiting for the knight to slay."

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

Zhou Ze opened the gates of hell,

Reached out and grabbed the light cluster, throwing it in.

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

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

Damn it!

The performance sheet showed: 50%!

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

Zhou Ze regretted a little. He knew he shouldn't have rushed to send him down. He should have asked him first 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, and her face showed a look of horror.

The shocking point was not only the certificate itself, but also what the notebook represented behind it!