Even martial artists, after reaching a certain level of "sharpness of hearing and sight," can sense what is called qi, and the murderous intent is the clearest and most obvious of them all. Even ordinary people, if they are a little sensitive, can sense it.

Therefore,

when Zhou Ze unreservedly revealed his killing intent,

the little boy, Bai Yingying, Xu Qinglang, and the little monkey, who had been observing the surroundings, immediately sensed it.

Without much reason, without any prior arrangement,

just this killing intent

was enough.

The boss wanted to kill,

so they would go down and kill.

The shutter door of the clubhouse had just been opened from the inside, and two ghost messengers were still standing at the door, seemingly exchanging pleasantries like "mountains and rivers meet."

Then,

they saw a little boy walking towards them.

At first,

they were slightly stunned,

but this momentary daze

directly cost them their last chance to resist!

The little boy's figure suddenly accelerated,

disappearing from the spot,

and then appearing in front of them,

feet off the ground,

hands directly grabbing the back of their heads,

and then,

forcefully smashing them together!

"Bang!"

The two heads collided intimately,

and then,

like watermelons hitting the ground.

The little boy's body was definitely strong. Zhou Ze couldn't even kill him with his fingernails. As for these two ghost messengers, perhaps because they had just survived a disaster, or because of initial negligence, they essentially gave up the chance to resist.

And the little boy

wouldn't give them another chance.

However,

when the little boy opened his mouth, revealing his fangs, wanting to detain the souls of the two,

he found that their souls were directly bound by two beams of red light,

and then dragged back inside!

The little boy looked puzzled,

but didn't think too much about it,

continuing to charge towards the next batch of ghost messengers.

Yingying didn't go through the main entrance. In fact, there was only the little boy there.

Including Yingying, the little monkey and Xu Qinglang also entered the clubhouse through the windows on the second floor. For a time, the clubhouse was in an uproar.

Back in Rongcheng,

there was a person who had killed dozens of ghost messengers alone in a Ming shop.

Now,

Boss Zhou was replicating that moment.

However,

the incident in Rongcheng was purely a desperate counterattack.

But for Boss Zhou,

as long as he opened his eyes,

given the notorious reputation of the ghost messengers in Tongcheng,

no one would dare to provoke him again.

But he was hungry,

truly hungry,

an uncontrollable hunger that almost made Zhou Ze lose his mind.

Fortunately,

there were so many "excellent" ghost messengers here,

so many valuable souls!

Ethics, morality, kindness, and so on,

were insignificant in the face of absolute hunger!

Even in modern civilized society,

cases of people eating their companions' flesh when trapped in special situations

were not uncommon.

Fortunately,

compared to the many "newborns" on the Naihe Bridge,

this time,

Boss Zhou had a much easier time.

Xu Qinglang was surrounded by green tentacles, directly binding three ghost messengers. Bai Yingying rushed up without hesitation, smashing their bodies with a punch each.

The little monkey was even more direct, simply charging around, relying on its speed and physical strength, not even bothering to reason with you. The clubhouse space was already narrow, making it even more suitable for the monkey to act.

It wasn't stupid. In fact, it was very clever. After seeing that every soul that left a broken body was taken away by red light, it quickly understood the meaning and specialized in destroying people's bodies!

The little loli and Liu Chuyu, along with a total of four ghost messengers, were only one step behind, following the little boy and rushing in.

It was already an extremely terrifying force.

Putting it in hell,

it might not cause much of a splash,

but putting it in the pool of "ghost messengers" in the human world,

it was definitely a huge crocodile.

Moreover, it was a premeditated attack against the unprepared. How could ghost messengers who had just left hell and were still mentally unstable imagine that such a terrifying attack would suddenly occur?

The little boy, Yingying, the little monkey, including Xu Qinglang, who summoned the power of the Sea God,

were not existences that ordinary ghost messengers could resist.

Finally,

when Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and called out:

"Coffee."

Then he added:

"Newspaper."

The situation here

was finally completely settled!

The ghost messengers weren't trying to resist,

but under this rapid, fierce, and powerful attack,

their resistance failed to make any waves.

It was also ridiculous to say,

bringing so many people from the bookstore was originally intended to protect his physical body in case of any accidents,

but in the end,

he ordered everyone to just fight.

In fact, it was also because a major change had occurred in hell, and even the inspectors who sent everyone back quickly left. Otherwise, Boss Zhou might not have been so decisive in directly attacking.

The inside of the clubhouse was a mess, with severed limbs and wreckage everywhere. If it wasn't cleaned up, it could be used directly as a filming location for American horror film directors.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Bai Yingying wanted to come over,

but had to stop,

because beside her boss,

dozens of ghost messengers' souls were being held by red light,

circling around her boss.

The little monkey returned to its normal size,

jumping onto Bai Yingying's shoulder, scratching its ears and cheeks, as if it didn't know what the boss was doing either.

Xu Qinglang's eyes narrowed slightly, vaguely guessing something. Beside him, an old, narrow voice said directly:

"Swallowing souls, what great courage. Aren't you afraid of losing your mind?"

The next moment,

Xu Qinglang closed his eyes,

and when he opened them again,

the green runes on his face disappeared,

and he also returned to normal.

The previous words

were said by the Sea God from some area in the ocean.

Souls were a good thing, but throughout history, few people would actually rely on swallowing souls to increase their cultivation and self-recovery, because the way of the soul was mysterious and unpredictable. If you weren't careful, your own soul would have problems, and at the very least, you would lose your mind, which was the so-called going crazy.

The little loli and other ghost messengers under Zhou Ze's command were just standing by,

the little loli was okay,

but Liu Chuyu and others looked at the many corpses on the ground and at the "boss" imprisoning the souls of the ghost messengers around him, feeling a sense of unreality.

They had really never seen this kind of big deal and big scene.

You had to know that

they were just ordinary ghost messengers themselves.

However,

looking at Zhou Ze, who was still sitting there cross-legged,

the calm expression on his face

made them very surprised,

and they felt

very strange.

The little boy smacked his lips,

and he could tell that

Zhou Ze's entire temperament

was different from before.

His appearance definitely wouldn't change. After all, when he went to hell, his physical body was left here, so how could it change?

But the feeling he gave people

was different.

It was as if, in Zhou Ze's eyes at this moment,

these ghost messenger souls that he had just obtained through killing

were just a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs,

not worth paying attention to at all.

In fact,

that was indeed the case.

At this time, Zhou Ze's feeling when looking at these ghost messenger souls, if he really cared about them,

would be a bit like Bill Gates worrying about whether the price of eggs had risen today and whether he should buy one less.

He could be considered half a witness to the scene of the Yamas being blown up one by one.

It was different,

he had seen the world after all.

Zhou Ze's eyes looked at a soul that he had imprisoned,

and his scarlet eyes

were full of desire.

At the same time,

his mouth slowly opened,

"Buzz!"

A soul was directly dragged down forcefully,

and sent into Zhou Ze's mouth.

There was no need to chew,

but he habitually chewed a few times,

and after swallowing it,

the scarlet color in Zhou Ze's eyes became even more intense,

because,

he was even hungrier!

In an instant,

Zhou Ze continuously swallowed ten souls!

Xu Qinglang frowned. He wanted to remind Zhou Ze, after all, the Sea God's knowledge was there, but he hesitated, because at this time, Zhou Ze's temperament made it difficult for him to distinguish whether it was Zhou Ze or the person inside him.

The little boy could sense that it wasn't the "ancestor,"

so he opened his mouth and said:

"Boss, eat a little less."

If you eat too much,

you'll become disordered,

you'll go crazy.

But Zhou Ze didn't care,

he was really too hungry,

and at that moment,

he continuously swallowed several more,

before slowing down a little bit.

It wasn't that he wasn't going to continue eating,

but it was a mentality similar to that of a child wanting to eat his favorite snacks slowly, one bite at a time.

Taking people's souls as snacks,

and savoring them slowly, one bite at a time,

although the scene wasn't as bloody and tragic as eating human flesh directly,

in reality,

it was even more cruel!

Zhou Ze wasn't ignorant of the principle that the Sea God had said,

but he didn't care,

and he had also let go.

Others might worry that doing so might cause some problems,

but he didn't need to worry.

Although Tie Hanhan (Iron Idiot) had fallen into endless hibernation and couldn't be awakened,

he was just an external existence of consciousness.

If the consciousness and thoughts in the souls he swallowed wanted to cause trouble and influence him,

then let them go directly to Tie Hanhan. If they could help him wake him up, he would have to thank them.

Seeing that there were fewer souls around, Yingying was finally able to step forward and squat down beside Zhou Ze, taking out a wet wipe from her pocket to wipe Zhou Ze's mouth.

There wasn't anything greasy on the corners of his mouth. These souls hadn't been fried in oil,

but Yingying still habitually wiped her boss's mouth.

In Yingying's opinion,

these ghost messengers' souls

were lucky

to be eaten by the boss,

it was the good fortune they had cultivated for eight lifetimes!

This was truly the remaining poison of feudalism.

Yingying's way of thinking was a bit similar to that of the big shots in hell and Tie Hanhan.

Especially when facing Zhou Ze, no matter what Zhou Ze wanted to do, Yingying's first reaction was how she should help the boss do it, and nothing else.

Persuasion

was nonexistent!

When the boss went to the clubhouse before,

Yingying even carried a large bag of cash to help the boss pay the bill!

That's right,

after wiping Zhou Ze's mouth,

Yingying also pointed to the soul of a female ghost messenger being held there and said:

"Boss, eat that one. That one has delicate skin and tender flesh, looks very delicious, tender."