Fǔ jūn?

That definitely wasn't addressing him. Zhou Ze's ID clearly stated his name in the first field, and the second field unmistakably read "Temporary Ghost Messenger."

Moreover, it couldn't be a respectful title either. Back in the Republic of China era, commoners would call any soldier "Commander." If a temporary ghost messenger could be addressed as "Fǔ jūn," then such flattery would be too common and worthless in Hell, right?

Therefore,

the problem must lie in this small notebook he had just obtained.

This ID used to have an owner. Even though it had been "refreshed" because Zhou Ze got it, it should still retain some information from its previous owner.

In short,

he had picked up the relic of a very impressive guy, and he had obtained it effortlessly.

Of course, Zhou Ze didn't have time to gloat or splurge on a glass of red wine to celebrate at this moment. Instead, he felt a little disappointed, after all, he hadn't gotten to fight this grotesque version of the Monkey King.

But since the opponent had conceded, Zhou Ze wouldn't be so foolish as to squat down and encourage his opponent to quickly regain his confidence and stand up to beat him, beat him,

beat him!

Since this was a beautiful misunderstanding, then let it continue.

Zhou Ze silently walked towards the monkey, one hand behind his back, actually subconsciously imitating the little loli's cool posture, to prolong the other party's misunderstanding.

When he reached the monkey, it was still kowtowing non-stop. Its skull seemed to have been opened, leaving it hollow inside. In fact, apart from its crotch, which was in good condition, the rest of its body was decaying and damaged.

Zhou Ze reached out a hand, his fingernail touching the center of the monkey's brow.

"Hand over your soul blood to me."

Zhou Ze said calmly.

"As you command, Fǔ jūn."

The monkey looked fearful and sincerely submissive, and a black earthworm appeared in the center of its brow.

Zhou Ze pinched the earthworm with his fingernail and began to pull it out. The earthworm grew longer and thicker.

Xu Qinglang had once suggested that Zhou Ze collect Bai Yingying's soul blood, which would be equivalent to controlling Bai Yingying's lifeline. Zhou Ze now planned to use the same method to completely control this monkey while it was still out of sorts.

However, this monkey's soul blood was really thick and strong, which also indirectly showed how terrifying this monkey was.

Why would this monkey suddenly appear in the city?

Just then, the soul blood suddenly got stuck. Zhou Ze pulled harder, but couldn't move it.

The monkey, who had been looking respectful, also froze for a moment, and its eyes suddenly became incredibly clear!

The esteemed Fǔ jūn was going to extract his soul blood, this was his honor, a decree that he could not resist, but why was the esteemed Fǔ jūn having so much difficulty extracting his soul blood?

Suddenly, the monkey's mouth split open, and it let out a sharp roar, its claws directly striking towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze only felt as if he had been hit by a large truck, but as he was being sent flying, his fingernail exerted force instantly, directly severing the other party's soul blood.

"Crash..."

Zhou Ze smashed through the glass behind him, and his whole body fell into the glass shards. He raised his head, his chest heaving, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was in immense pain.

"Damn it, you're not Fǔ jūn!

You bastard, you actually dare to impersonate Fǔ jūn!"

The monkey began to go crazy. Although its soul blood hadn't been completely extracted by Zhou Ze, because it had been severed by Zhou Ze, even if it couldn't kill it instantly, it was enough to destroy the foundation of its cultivation.

Zhou Ze struggled to get up, his body covered with cuts from the glass shards, making him look very disheveled.

However, the monkey, at this moment, was like a crazed beast, directly pouncing towards Zhou Ze.

"Thump!"

The man and the monkey collided, but this time the monkey's strength was much less than before. The man and the monkey rolled around on the ground, entangled with each other.

"This is my destiny, my karma, allowed by the heavens, debts must be repaid, it's the law of nature!

You're just a small ghost messenger, why do you want to obstruct me? Do you really think you're one of the Ten Kings of Hell?"

Zhou Ze didn't answer, but instead used his fingernails to fiercely stab into the monkey's body. Pus kept evaporating from the monkey's body, and the smell was so foul that even a gas mask probably wouldn't help.

Finally, after a round of fighting, the monkey's body limply lost its strength and fell to the side. Zhou Ze staggered to his feet, most of the fingernails on his ten fingers had been corroded away.

He was a man who cherished his fingernails. Even in his past life, in addition to operating surgical knives, he often trimmed his fingernails. Not to mention that in this life, his fingernails were even more important to him, so he naturally cherished them even more.

But now was not the time to dwell on such things. Zhou Ze felt a bit of lingering fear in his heart. If it weren't for the ID in his hand deceiving the other party, allowing him to gain the upper hand and sever the other party's soul blood, the one lying on the ground after this round of fighting might have been him.

This wasn't a ghost,

this was a demon.

Zhou Ze cursed himself many times in his heart.

Why did he follow it? He almost killed himself.

People were such complex creatures. They could be impulsive due to a moment of righteousness and so-called conscience, doing things without considering the consequences, but afterward, they would often regret it immensely,

feeling like an idiot.

Zhou Ze felt that next time he encountered something like this, he should call the police and let them handle it, so he could leave with peace of mind.

Madame Bai had stayed in Tongcheng for two hundred years, didn't the little loli turn a blind eye to it?

Shaking his head, discarding the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, Zhou Ze looked at the monkey beside him.

The monkey's mouth was open, its eyes beginning to become cloudy, and its body was also deflating like a punctured balloon. However, it wasn't dead yet, because it could still speak.

"I cultivated for three cycles of sixty years, obtained opportunities, bestowed good karma, became a demon, glimpsed the Great Dao... As a heteromorphic being, attaining enlightenment in the mortal realm is truly not easy."

Everyone seemed to like reminiscing about their past before they died, talking about how awesome and difficult their life had been. The mentality of this monkey was actually not much different from that of humans.

"Cultivating for so many years, yet you still can't control yourself." Zhou Ze spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth also covered in blood.

"One cycle of sixty years, one physical body, one cycle of sixty years, one reincarnation." The monkey's voice began to weaken, but it still sounded extremely sonorous,

"I reincarnated and reformed my physical body every cycle of sixty years, starting from scratch, cultivating from the beginning, in the mountains and fields, helping lost travelers in the wilderness, gathering and sending medicinal herbs to the villagers at the foot of the mountain, driving away the nearby mountain monsters and ghosts.

Although I have no temple, I perform the duties of a mountain god, protecting the people of one side of the mountains and fields, generation after generation. Even now, in that small town, there is still a stone statue of me, and the story of the Monkey God helping people is still circulating."

Zhou Ze wiped his fingernails on his clothes, looking at his damaged fingernails, feeling very sorry. Of course, regarding what the monkey said, Zhou Ze only showed a sneer.

A Monkey God?

A mountain god protecting the mountain people?

Helping others and finding joy?

You've gone overboard with your helping others, haven't you? When someone's husband goes out to work, you go and comfort his wife who is alone in her boudoir?

Moreover, recalling what this thing was doing when he came upstairs, it was really hard to associate it with a Monkey God.

"Stop acting out your own drama, only picking the pleasant things to say." Zhou Ze raised his hand again, preparing to put an end to this monkey.

"It was them, during my fourth cycle of reincarnation, they captured my newly reincarnated body. At that time, I was just a little monkey. Her husband was working as a lumberjack in the mountains, fell and was injured in a canyon. It was I who sent him fruits and dew, it was I who led his workmates to rescue him.

But he, upon being rescued, used the rope he used for logging to bind me, and said to his workmates:

Surviving a great disaster will surely bring good fortune. It is said that monkey brain is very beneficial, take it and send it to his wife to taste, it has a miraculous effect on infertility!"

The last part of the monkey's words were spoken in classical Chinese, which could show its anger, and at the same time, it could also show that it was on the verge of death, its consciousness gradually chaotic, and subconsciously using the way it was most accustomed to speaking.

"Open my head, take my marrow, cut my flesh, and divide it among everyone to eat, saying it is very nourishing!"

As the monkey spoke, its body, which had shrunk to the size of an ordinary monkey, began to tremble. This was a kind of gnashing anger, an anger that penetrated into the bone marrow!

Cultivating for three cycles of sixty years, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, protecting one side, yet on the eve of its great success in cultivation, it was destroyed in one fell swoop, not dying at the hands of its own enemies, but dying at the hands of the people it saved,

this would be an earth-shattering hatred for anyone.

"My physical body has been destroyed, the Great Dao has collapsed, but the resentment in my heart is difficult to quell!

Past cause, present effect!

I have already died and my Dao has dissipated, I am willing to enter reincarnation, to be reborn in the animal realm, but the grievances in my heart are difficult to eliminate, my soul cannot enter Hell, I can only go down the mountain to seek revenge, to settle the karma, before I can be completely liberated."

"So that's your reason for violating other people's wives?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You are human, I am livestock, it is natural for you to feed on livestock!

But if livestock repay people with resentment, it is not tolerated by the heavens, is that so?"

Zhou Ze hesitated for a while, then nodded, "Indeed."

He was unwilling to deny it, and didn't want to deny it.

Of course, eating monkey brain was illegal and wrong, but from Zhou Ze's own emotional standpoint, he still couldn't accept the fact that this monkey had come down the mountain to seek revenge, almost causing two deaths.

It's like when you see people eating braised pork in a restaurant, you think it tastes so good.

But if you see a group of pigs eating human flesh in a restaurant, what would you, as a human, think?

A very selfish position, a very distorted three views, but the principle is the same, everyone's position is different, and the angle from which they view things is naturally different.

Moreover, Zhou Ze felt that no matter what, the child in the pregnant woman's belly was innocent.

"You must be in a lot of pain, let me help you to be free, and then try to see if I can send your soul to Hell."

"Thank..." The monkey said its last word.

Zhou Ze's fingernails once again pierced into the monkey's body,

The monkey's body trembled,

and completely lost its vitality.

But Zhou Ze searched for a long time, and waited for a long time, but he didn't find the monkey's soul.

This probably meant that the monkey's soul had already been scattered, because it hadn't been able to complete its revenge, so its soul couldn't enter Hell.

Standing up, Zhou Ze noticed that a layer of faint black mist was dissipating around him. This was like a barrier, preventing what happened here from being sensed by the outside world, otherwise, with the commotion of his fight with the monkey here, it would have attracted many people long ago.

Zhou Ze carried the monkey's corpse, supporting himself on the stairwell, and slowly walked downstairs.

At the same time, he instructed himself in his heart to remember today's lesson, he was just a ghost messenger, in charge of ghosts, and mountain spirits and monsters were beyond his scope of business.

Taking advantage of the night, Zhou Ze dug a pit for the monkey in a park on the outskirts of the hospital, using a shovel left behind by the gardener's room, and buried its corpse inside.

Then he simply treated his wounds. After doing all this, Zhou Ze sat down against a large tree, feeling a little exhausted.

Taking out his phone, which had a cracked screen but could still be used, Zhou Ze sent a message to Doctor Lin:

"Did that pregnant woman and her child survive?"

Five minutes later, Doctor Lin replied:

"They survived, mother and child are safe."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, took a hard puff, and then felt a sharp pain in his lungs, and coughed violently.

But soon, Doctor Lin sent another photo and a text message,

"However, the child is a deformed child, with three legs."

Zhou Ze looked at the photo on his phone,

The thin, premature baby was lying there quietly, breathing evenly,

but his lower body had three legs,

and that extra leg,

looked like a monkey's...tail.