Since becoming good,

Oh no,

Since being tamed from wild to domesticated,

That doesn't sound right either,

In short,

Since the little boy entered the city,

He didn't enter some kind of "kick-ass" mode.

There wasn't some "Rebirth of the Urban Zombie King" thing going on;

Every day was spent,

Going to elementary school,

Doing homework,

And then sleeping with someone,

Like a tiger, forced to eat grass while wearing a mournful face and saying, "This grass tastes so good!"

As for that "My zombie king acts as he pleases, no need to explain to others,"

That hasn't happened yet.

He was messed up too badly by Zhou Ze at the start, and then frightened out of his wits by that inexplicably tempered Ying Gou,

So after being brought back by Zhou Ze,

He had been obedient to Zhou Ze's instructions, staying within the rules and not daring to cross the line.

The little boy twisted his neck,

Held his hands out flat,

Ten fingernails slowly grew longer,

Two fangs in his mouth, faintly visible,

Warming up,

Getting ready.

"Heh heh."

The female curator just smiled,

"Did you rely on him to kill Lu Pingzhi?"

The known information now was that this woman had come for Lu Pingzhi, but Zhou Ze didn't know if she was his enemy or his friend.

"Roar!"

The little boy rushed out,

Extremely fast,

Zhou Ze had personally experienced his strength,

Without "adding sugar,"

Even Boss Zhou couldn't beat him.

And he really was an unkillable cockroach.

"Bang!"

The female curator's body was sent flying, and her whole person seemed to have been smashed apart. With a "smack," she stuck to the wall, but then slowly dripped down, reforming her figure.

Women are made of water,

But the female curator,

Is made of Play-Doh.

Advertisements like to use "Bounce, bounce, bounce away the wrinkles,"

She doesn't need to,

She just remolds herself.

"You're just a ghost messenger; you should hand over Lu Pingzhi's things to me."

The woman said, still maintaining her smile.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed,

Things?

What things?

For a moment,

Zhou Ze really wanted to beat up that idiot Lawyer An,

Lu Pingzhi's corpse was directly "buried with a cup to death and a cup to the past" by Lawyer An,

Didn't he even check to see if he had anything else on him?

And the female curator seemed to have misunderstood,

And said:

"It seems, the thing really is in your hands."

The next moment,

A pool of wax drippings appeared under the little zombie,

More than a dozen hands emerged from the wax drippings, grabbing the little boy's legs and waist.

"Roar!"

The little boy stamped his feet,

His body trembled,

The hands under him instantly shattered,

Then he spread his arms,

A terrifying baleful aura began to gather,

The tips of his toes were raised, and he almost floated up, charging directly at the female curator.

The female curator was grabbed again,

And grabbed without any resistance,

The little boy's ten fingers pierced into her body, and the baleful aura permeated in with them, beginning to frantically strangle her. For a time, the baleful aura crisscrossed the beams of the wax museum, and wax drippings splashed everywhere.

Everywhere were broken limbs,

Everywhere were scattered organs,

Like walking into the Saudi embassy.

If this were any other living person,

They would almost have been dismembered by the little boy like this;

The nature of zombies is like this!

Back then, Yingying, and the little boy when he was outside,

Were definitely not as good-tempered as they are now in the bookstore!

After completing all of this,

The little boy landed again.

There was no expression of asking for credit on his face,

But he continued to vigilantly scan his surroundings.

"Hand it over to me, hand it over to me, and I'll leave; anyway, that thing is useless to you."

Over by the window,

The female curator walked out again, directly entering a celebrity wax figure in front of her. After a short while, the celebrity wax figure began to melt, reshaping the female curator's appearance.

"I don't have any malice towards you; at most, I was just joking with you. There's no need for us to fight to the death, is there?"

The little boy looked at the female curator. This time, he didn't take the initiative to attack, but silently rotated his body angle, blocking in front of Zhou Ze.

In the two encounters, it seemed that he had completed the strangulation, but the other party was completely unafraid, and could immediately recover as before. This kind of opponent was very troublesome, and also very annoying.

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette,

And asked very seriously:

"What makes you think that Lu Pingzhi was killed by me, just because I'm the ghost messenger here?"

Strictly speaking, Lu Pingzhi was indeed someone who had smuggled from hell, and it was only right and proper for the ghost messenger to capture and destroy him;

But open your eyes and look,

Anyway,

Zhou Ze hadn't yet encountered a model ghost messenger who really regarded the interests of the underworld as his own and was willing to sacrifice his own life to complete them.

"People from the Ninth Hall like to take pleasure in torturing evil ghosts. They even hold competitions to see whose torture methods are more effective and more creative, marking the evil ghosts with their own labels.

On you,

I saw the mark he left behind."

Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring,

Ying Gou killed Lu Pingzhi,

That guy was like a steel idiot,

He smashed him to death with one punch,

I guess he didn't care about such trivial things as marks.

Boss Zhou felt that he still couldn't let Ying Gou out for nothing in the future. It wasn't that he was afraid of being backlashed after he recovered, but that guy's recent actions,

Once was letting the leper monk go,

Once was Lu Pingzhi's mark,

He's awesome,

His eyes are higher than his head,

He doesn't care about these cats and dogs,

But after he's had his fun and gone back to sleep,

I have to deal with the madame coming to ask for money?

Why!

"Okay, if I say that thing isn't on me, and I don't even know what you're talking about, would you believe me?"

The female curator shook her head,

"I don't believe it."

"Okay, then there's nothing to talk about.

Hey,

Kid,

If you can't kill this woman today,

I'll make you drop out of school tomorrow!"

The little boy trembled when he heard this,

And looked back at Zhou Ze with some dissatisfaction,

His face expressing "You're so cruel."

Immediately afterwards,

The little boy opened his mouth,

And let out a roar,

Even the floor tiles under his feet began to crack.

A terrifying baleful aura began to rage here, constantly impacting the nearby wax figures.

Suddenly,

All the glass in the entire wax museum,

Shattered collectively at this moment!

The female curator shook her head and said:

"Heaven is round and the earth is square, the horizon is within reach!"

In the blink of an eye,

The female curator appeared in front of the little boy,

A slap,

Slapped directly towards the little boy's face.

The speed was so fast,

It was unimaginable!

However,

A sly look flashed in the depths of the little boy's eyes,

And then,

He suddenly formed a hand seal with both hands:

"The underworld has order, the laws of death are merciless, break!"

"Bang!"

The female curator's eyes showed a look of shock for the first time,

A zombie,

Actually used the spell that only underworld inspectors could use,

How could she not be shocked?

"Pa!"

The female curator's figure kept retreating,

Her left arm hung down,

As if it were broken,

Wax drippings were constantly flowing in that position, but they couldn't repair it completely.

Obviously,

She had suffered a loss this time.

Zhou Ze was slightly surprised,

It seemed,

Lawyer An was really attentive to this little brat,

So good to his bed partner.

What Boss Zhou didn't know was that

This was because Lawyer An discovered that Yingying's bloodline had evolved again, and he had to try his best to find a way to compensate the little boy who slept with him.

Lawyer An really didn't want the little boy to run into Zhou Ze's bed like the little loli in the future.

At this time,

The two staff members also appeared,

A man and a woman,

Standing on both sides,

They weren't puppets,

But real people, or rather, they were the same as the female curator, people who had borrowed these two bodies.

Zhou Ze was really confused,

Wang Ke was already so unlucky himself,

Why were Wang Ke's friends also so unlucky?

Like himself,

Like this female curator, she was obviously not the original.

Actually,

Zhou Ze really wanted to sit down with the female curator again, and have a good chat,

Talk about the harmonious development of hell,

Talk about the happy tomorrow of hell,

Most importantly,

Talk about what the hell Lu Pingzhi brought out.

But obviously,

The female curator didn't seem to plan on chatting anymore.

The two staff members raised their hands together,

And instantly knelt down,

With a look of piety,

As if they were worshiping and praying,

At the same time,

They said in a deep voice:

"Turning Clouds!"

"............" Zhou Ze!

What the hell is this!

What the hell is this!

Why does this move sound so familiar!

For a time,

On the tile floor of this wax museum,

Black chains appeared,

And instantly locked the little boy.

As for Zhou Ze,

No one cared about him.

Perhaps the female curator also believed that,

Boss Zhou was just a ghost messenger,

And his real reliance,

Was the little boy.

It was also relying on this little boy,

That Boss Zhou was able to kill Lu Pingzhi and take away what she wanted.

The little boy was trapped,

He was struggling,

But for a time,

He couldn't break free.

The female curator closed her eyes,

Raised her arms high,

And then pressed down hard!

She and the two employees under her,

Exclaimed in unison:

"Overturning Rain!"

"............" Zhou Ze.

"Boom!"

The little boy was slammed to the ground by dozens of chains,

He wanted to struggle to get up,

But found that he couldn't do it at all.

A majestic force was frantically suppressing him,

This force seemed to be integrated with the surrounding space,

His resistance,

Was all vented around here,

He couldn't find any point of support at all.

The smile on the female curator's face returned,

She seemed to always want to express her uniqueness and show her class and elegance in this way.

Zhou Ze's face became very interesting,

Because he seemed to understand a little,

Why in the deepest area of the wax museum,

There was a work of Ying Gou sitting on the throne and dozing off,

So lifelike,

So vivid,

Apart from the face being different from him,

Everything else,

Was exactly the same.

Then,

This female curator?

And this move of "Turning Clouds and Overturning Rain"?

"You're not from the underworld?" Zhou Ze asked.

"You guessed right, I'm indeed not from the underworld."

The female curator slowly walked towards Zhou Ze,

The most troublesome one had been subdued,

She didn't think the remaining little ghost messenger was a problem,

At the same time,

She also saw the expression on Zhou Ze's face,

She thought Zhou Ze was afraid,

And even smiled:

"How is it, are you scared yet?"

"Heh heh."

Zhou Ze's mouth twitched,

And he nodded silently:

"Very scared."