Chapter 1 Late Night Sun

If Zhou Ze remembered correctly, it should be late at night, probably one or two in the morning. But now, looking up,

the sun was hanging right in the center of the sky like a fool, looking senile.

Zhou Ze didn't know anything about formations, but as the saying goes, long illness makes the patient a doctor. After being drilled so many times, there would always be some effect. As long as he wasn't stupid, he could figure out a thing or two.

Even a kid beaten by his dad knows where it hurts more and how to protect his vital parts.

Zhou Ze didn't try to leave. He didn't panic and run out. He wasn't thinking about leaving. Having gotten to this point, if every time he encountered something, he only thought about slipping away, running away, escaping this place of trouble;

it would really be too embarrassing.

Zhou Ze's response was simple:

That was,

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Demolish the house!

I won't run,

I won't slip away,

You think your formation is something, huh?

Then I'll see,

whether Lu Yaozu, who built this house, and the building codes he obtained,

ever designed a contingency plan,

for if a zombie was trapped,

what to do?

Many medicines even state that pregnant women and children should use with caution.

Are you telling me this house formation can cure all diseases?

The windows shattered first,

the balcony began to collapse,

the walls began to fall.

Boss Zhou had once laughed at Ying'er, saying she was suitable for hard labor, working on construction sites as a construction worker, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, and being able to outperform several excavators by herself;

but now it seemed,

he was even more suited for this industry than Ying'er.

In short,

like a demolition and controlled demolition,

Zhou Ze bulldozed his way through,

and after pushing through half of the third floor's layout,

and walking out,

oh,

Auntie Moon was back.

"Drip... drip... drip..."

The sound of liquid dripping was crisp and exceptionally heavy.

Right in front of Zhou Ze,

drops of black, not blood, but like oil, very thick.

Gradually,

the puddle on the ground began to float,

slowly coalescing into the totem of a lion,

not like a proper, living lion,

but instead with a very strong artistic flair,

ink wash painting, a master's brushstroke.

The lion looked warily at Zhou Ze, stretching its body, like a peacock spreading its tail, covering the area, like a playful child waving ink around haphazardly.

"Roar!"

A roar

issued from the lion's mouth,

powerful and majestic,

the sound engineer could add ten chicken legs for that effect.

But Zhou Ze just silently took out a cigarette, bit it, and calmly lit it with a lighter, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

It wasn't deliberately trying to show off,

because when your level is really high,

going to a low-level place to show off will hardly give you any pleasure.

For Zhou Ze,

what he was thinking was very simple:

After searching for so long,

I've finally found you.

The lion was still posing, as if showing off its non-existent muscles.

Boss Zhou stubbed out his cigarette, threw it on the ground,

and walked straight forward,

grabbing the lion with one hand,

and then raising his fist,

"Boom!"

………………

"Widow, hehehe."

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!!!!"

"Go, why are you so excited!"

Lawyer An spat at the monkey sitting in the passenger seat,

"Don't let the old Taoist spoil your taste, we men have to be devoted, devoted to eighteen-year-old females, understand?"

The little monkey scratched his head,

imagining the image of an eighteen-year-old female monkey,

knowing that a monkey's lifespan is generally only twenty years or so...

So an eighteen-year-old female monkey...

The little monkey suddenly shuddered,

shaking his head desperately.

"Damn, don't really change your taste with the old Taoist."

Lawyer An smiled,

lit a cigarette,

and continued driving.

Bringing the monkey along was specifically to break through roadblocks. The little monkey's ability had been apparent a long time ago. A spirit monkey has a natural talent that others can only envy.

Things like ghost walls and mist formations basically don't exist for the little monkey.

At this moment,

Lawyer An's phone rang,

it was a call from his law firm,

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I see."

"Expose, keep exposing, home address, family contact information, expose it all for me, are you stupid, can't you use an alt account?"

"That's right, I'm going to make it so that those ungrateful bastards can't live a normal life!"

"Do it with all your might, don't be stingy with money, you can't buy happiness with money, what does it matter to us if those hotheads go to send wreaths or block their door and curse them?"

"Tell me if someone uses a knife to chop someone."

"Alright, alright, you guys continue to be busy, oh, right, also contact Shiji Jiayuan.

First find an excuse, something like fraud, find a victim to sue them, and show off our law firm's sign."

"Are you stupid, why would I be angry with it, sue them first, scare them, and then give them a way out, do I have to teach you the basic routine again?"

"I'm going to have them do a matchmaking for me in a while."

"What, are you free tonight?"

"It's not me who wants to find a match, I want to find a match for someone else, a billionaire who donated hundreds of millions."

"You want one too?"

"You want one even if she's seventy years old?"

"That's even better?"

"Xiao Mei, it's rare that you're so honest and straightforward with me, but I still have to educate you, don't be vain and want to reach the sky in one step.

And my type isn't suitable for you,

don't look at him being over seventy years old now,

this guy has a tough life,

if you're with him,

who knows who's going to send whom off in the end!"

Hanging up the phone,

Lawyer An was really amused by his secretary,

and reached out to rub the little monkey's head.

The little monkey was caressing the Yin-Yang Book in his hands,

with only a black cat on the cover,

and felt that it was a bit too monotonous.

"What do you think about finding a companion for your grandpa?"

The little monkey looked at Lawyer An somewhat confused,

and began to imagine a scene of an eighteen-year-old female monkey standing with the old Taoist.

………………

Old Zhang's head was spinning and his knees were weak, but Old Zhang had one very distinct characteristic: he was a policeman.

This seemed like a constantly emphasized piece of nonsense, but it was the best interpretation and epitome of Old Zhang's habits formed over decades.

For example, if Zhou Ze or Lawyer An were here,

and the red-nosed old man dared to pry open the car window and pull them out for a beating,

then when they came to their senses,

they would definitely beat this red-nosed old man until he exploded,

even if he called them "dad" and begged for mercy non-stop,

they would still have to kill him first.

But Old Zhang was different.

After the red-nosed old man stopped resisting,

he really let go.

"I'm a ghost messenger."

Old Zhang felt that this self-introduction was a bit awkward,

not as comfortable and pleasant as "I'm a policeman."

"Ghost messenger?"

The red-nosed old man was stunned for a moment,

so this Inspector-General

was beaten up by a little ghost messenger today?

He was only implicated by that damned bastard and locked up for a few years, so how did the world change so much after he came out?

What are the ghost messengers eating these days?

"I'm an inspector-general."

The red-nosed old man sniffed, a little ashamed, a little shy, but still stated his identity.

It's just a pity that,

when an ordinary ghost messenger meets an inspector-general,

he has to bow down and worship,

but at this moment,

the red-nosed old man didn't have the confidence to make the ghost messenger in front of him bow down to him.

Whoever has the stronger fist is the boss, an unchanging truth throughout history.

Old Zhang was a little surprised, but the point of his surprise wasn't that the old man in front of him was actually an inspector-general.

The people in the bookstore,

have no other skills,

but when it comes to seeing the world, they can basically crush all other small groups of ghost messengers throughout the country.

Not to mention that there was already a former gold-medal inspector-general acting as a lackey in the shop,

even the seal of the King of Equality's palace had been collected.

So it's difficult for many people to understand what imperial power is, what authority is, it's actually just this bluffing bullshit.

Before it's exposed, it's still quite scary, but once it's exposed, it's really nothing but bullshit.

"You're an inspector-general, are you blind, why did you hit me!"

Old Zhang retorted so aggressively.

The red-nosed old man was stunned for a moment,

and then his anger immediately flared up,

oh,

you're taking advantage of my kindness, aren't you!

Before a new round of conflict could erupt,

from the mansion over there,

came another series of lion's roars,

but this was very different from the previous one.

The first roar,

was powerful and majestic, grand and atmospheric,

like the king of beasts arriving, closing the roads and pausing everything.

But now,

"Roar!"

"Roar~"

"Roar..."

"Roar——————"

"Meow..."

This damn thing,

the lion was almost beaten into a kitten!

Hearing this sound, Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, because from the sound of it, the boss should be in no danger.

The red-nosed old man touched his chin,

and asked curiously:

"Who's inside?"

Old Zhang ignored him, feeling that this old man was a little crazy.

Moreover,

he didn't know where it came from,

but when he was a policeman, Old Zhang was just and upright, but he wasn't unaware of the principle of being tactful when it didn't involve bottom lines and principles.

He wouldn't foolishly point at his superior and righteously roar, "There's a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng!"

Nor would he make himself the only righteous one in a muddy world on a stormy night, clenching his fists and "guarantee to the heavens that I won't admit defeat!"

However,

this time,

he didn't know if he took the wrong medicine,

but Old Zhang just didn't want to give this red-nosed old man any good looks.

The red-nosed old man was getting angry, but he didn't get angry after all. He himself felt that something was wrong, but he still pointed at the small mansion in front and reminded:

"That thing isn't that simple."

"It's okay."

Old Zhang waved his hand,

because he knew,

his boss,

was even more extraordinary.

And at the next moment,

a "crack" sound suddenly came from the mansion,

the building,

collapsed...