Chapter 114 Woke Up?

Zhou Ze felt like he had slept for a long time.

His memory seemed to be stuck at the moment he was struck by lightning.

Life, at that time, seemed to have become a videotape, originally playing smoothly and steadily, but suddenly jammed at that moment.

Countless snowflakes appeared,

Sound,

Image,

Everything,

Entered into distortion and chaos.

Being struck by lightning,

So that's what it feels like.

Boss Zhou had been to the crematorium several times in his life,

But it was the first time he had been struck by lightning,

At first,

He found it quite novel.

However, there was also a little regret. It was really too close, really too close. Although the lightning wasn't aimed at him, because the distance was too short, he couldn't avoid it and got a piece of the action.

Heaven and earth are ruthless and treat all things as straw dogs;

It doesn't care who you are. In its eyes, good and evil are blurred. Size is merely how adults measure ants.

He didn't know how long it had been stuck,

Zhou Ze wasn't really lonely,

Because what was stuck with him,

Seemed to also include time.

It was as if he had become very, very small at this time, as small as a speck of dust, soon to meet its final end.

This was a very peculiar feeling,

Similar to the brink of death,

Saying that a dream knows no duration of time is a bit exaggerated;

But being muddled and not knowing what year it is, is quite accurate.

"Glug... glug... glug..."

There was the sound of water,

And the sound of water was getting louder.

Zhou Ze raised his head,

Above him,

Was a stretch of stark white,

Like in an extremely clean photography studio,

But now,

As the sound of water grew louder,

He saw drops of green liquid dripping down,

From his perspective, more precisely, in his consciousness, it had been a long time, seeming to be the first time he had seen different colors.

The green liquid kept dripping down,

Emitting an alluring fragrance,

Making people fascinated, making people intoxicated,

Carrying a feeling that was vaguely familiar to Zhou Ze.

But when Zhou Ze wanted to reach out and touch these liquids,

He found that he couldn't reach them at all,

They seemed to be walking around him,

Or rather,

They were ignoring him.

Zhou Ze was a little helpless,

He squatted on the ground,

Looking up all the time,

He was waiting,

Waiting.

Waiting for the feeling of death, waiting for the feeling of disappearance,

Was actually quite uncomfortable,

But right now,

Apart from waiting,

He had nothing else to do.

He even felt that he should have died long ago, but he didn't know what caused him to be stranded here.

His consciousness should have dissipated long ago,

That last bus belonging to him,

Had been waiting for a long time.

Waiting, waiting,

Watching these green liquids soak into his feet, he knew they had appeared, and he also saw that there were really many, but not a single drop belonged to him.

Like a person who is very hungry,

Watching the grand banquet inside through bulletproof glass.

Zhou Ze even wanted to lie down,

Close his eyes,

Pretending he hadn't seen anything, hadn't felt anything,

This was a kind of mental torment,

All he could do,

Was to deal with it passively.

Fortunately,

Before he became completely negative,

A drop of green liquid,

Fell on his forehead like a handout.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

And suddenly felt that the sky had cleared.

The beginning is always the hardest,

When the surrounding green liquid began to turn from trickles into a roaring river,

The second drop, the third drop, the fourth drop...

Boss Zhou felt like he was sitting under a bridge with a plastic basin, begging,

Waiting for kind-hearted people who were easy to fool to give him a dollar or two.

But,

At least he could accumulate little by little,

When his forehead was already a patch of green,

Zhou Ze couldn't help but close his eyes,

He seemed to perceive the wind, and also seemed to feel the temperature,

This was a sign that his consciousness was recovering and growing again.

"Whirr..."

Like opening a floodgate,

A wave with the happiness of a slut slammed directly over,

When happiness forcefully takes you,

What kind of happy feeling is that?

Boss Zhou only felt that he was so happy that he was almost dizzy,

He began to wander, and also began to sway,

He felt like he was in a sea of red wine,

Sailing in the wind on a sailboat,

Having a boat is happiness,

Losing the boat is even greater happiness.

Continue,

A little harder,

Don't stop!

This was the thought in Zhou Ze's mind now,

He had been thirsty for a long time, and also hungry for a long time,

This time,

He wanted to have a feast.

In his consciousness,

A warm feeling appeared,

Making people comfortable and unable to restrain themselves,

He clearly hadn't opened his eyes,

But before his eyes,

There appeared a white light,

And this light,

Was becoming more and more dazzling.

…

When the light slowly grew to an extreme,

Other scenes began to appear around him,

Zhou Ze had a touch of anticipation in his heart,

Because by his side,

It was no longer the monotonous and desperate white.

Prisons and armies have the punishment of "solitary confinement,"

People who haven't experienced it can hardly imagine what kind of torment this is,

And Zhou Ze had been enjoying the supreme luxury presidential top-level "confinement" during this time.

There was wind,

And there was a lot of wind,

Mixed with a strong smell of blood,

Zhou Ze raised his head,

People's eyes are very adaptable,

When you turn off the lights at night, you will suddenly feel that it is dark all around, but if you slowly adapt, you can still see some things.

And at this time, just turning the night into day is also the same principle.

Zhou Ze felt that he was sitting in a place,

His hands also supported in a position,

After a while,

He finally saw it.

He saw under his feet,

The piles of white bones,

Saw the skull that his hands were resting on,

Yes,

Familiar,

Too familiar,

Even the lava that was bubbling and rolling around,

Was so pleasing to the eye,

Everything, everything, could no longer be described as vaguely familiar,

It was simply like:

Coming home.

This is, the Bone Throne!

This place, the Nether Sea!

Are you awake?

How did you wake up?

Old buddy?

Idiot?

Dunce?

Zhou Ze shouted a few times in his heart,

But he still didn't get that standard "stuttering" response,

As if he was the only one left here playing a one-man show.

"Pa!"

Oh,

It wasn't just him alone.

Zhou Ze saw it,

In front of him,

That is, below the Bone Throne, sat a man wearing a white robe.

In front of the man was a small wooden table, with wine and a few side dishes on it.

Because the height difference between the two was obvious,

Zhou Ze had a feeling of looking down on him.

This was probably why Tie Hanhan (Iron Dunce) killed so many demon gods and piled the throne so high in the first place,

Because Tie Hanhan liked this posture of sitting on top.

"Don't be angry, really don't be angry. Getting angry hurts your body. It's not worth it."

The man took a sip of wine, shook his head, his expression was affected, his actions were affected, and the whole person looked very affected.

It seemed,

From the first time he saw this guy,

Zhou Ze disliked him very much,

A kind of innate dislike, a kind of feeling that he just extremely disliked him for no reason.

Soon,

Zhou Ze remembered,

This scene,

So familiar,

This was the scene in the painting hanging in Mu Chengen's earthen house!

"You've already been reduced to this, what's there to be angry about?

So many years,

Through thick and thin,

Hiding here and there, you've come through it all,

Why are you still so hung up about it?"

The man poured himself wine, his words carrying the intention of "I'm just trying to piss you off."

This seemed to be very effective for Tie Hanhan, because Tie Hanhan had this temper. He didn't need you to beat around the bush, imply, or talk about one thing while referring to another.

As long as you call him an "idiot,"

He would immediately rush up and fight you to the death!

Zhou Ze had thought more than once,

If Tie Hanhan hadn't been born in the era of the Yellow Emperor,

But was born in modern times,

Perhaps he would either spend his entire life in prison, or be hacked to death in a food stall,

Of course,

He might also be poisoned and killed by his wife to defraud high insurance.

Bad temper, arrogance, plus deep-seated male chauvinism,

Putting aside all the halos and mysterious veils,

This might be the best interpretation of Tie Hanhan.

The man stood up,

Walked to the bottom of the throne,

Climbed up the steps,

And came up another section,

But he still had to raise his head to let his eyes look at the person on the throne,

"How many watchdogs have you raised here?

I don't know if you are purely trying to hide behind consciousnesses, lives, to lick your wounds and slowly recover?

Or because you are too bored, so bored that you want to find movies and slowly watch them from behind the scenes to pass the time,

Or perhaps, both.

Even,

I once thought, no, there should be many people who had the same idea as I did,

That you were looking for a successor, or rather, you were cultivating someone.

Do you know,

At first,

When I first sensed your existence in my body,

I was so apprehensive, so grateful,

I felt that I was the one favored by fate,

I thought I was the trendsetter in mythology,

Because with you behind me, I was the most special and the highest one in this world!"

The robe-clad man said to himself, not minding Zhou Ze's angry expression.

"Hahaha, but I woke up later.

You are too selfish, really, and you are too arrogant, really!

You are selfish to an extreme, and you are arrogant to a point!

If you had just a little bit of unselfishness, if you had just a little bit of tolerance, if you had just a little bit of respect;

The two of us,

Wouldn't have come to this point today.

I won't be polite about your previous three thousand years of recovery and accumulation.

I'll take it.

After all,

I am among your watchdogs,

The best one!

You,

Should be pleased.

Oh no,

Sorry,

I should change my tone,

Change to your favorite tone,

Let's do it again:

You... should... be... pleased..."

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This is the fourth update,

Later, Long will continue to write the fifth update, which may not be finished until 3 AM.

Recently, I don't know what's wrong, I've got the disease of being uncomfortable if I don't update a lot,

Asking for a wave of monthly tickets and rewards to go to the hospital to register!