Chapter 142 Overturning Clouds

“Fan Yun!” (Overturning Clouds!)

Chains of black iron burst forth from the earth, carrying an astonishing momentum. The surrounding environment was quickly enveloped by the suddenly appearing, dense, and baleful aura.

Lawyer An's hand, holding his cigarette, trembled slightly.

Yingying bit her lip, watching the large iron chains that had appeared with curiosity.

The old Taoist priest and the little monkey opened their mouths wide in unison.

This technique, they had seen many times before, because their boss often used it.

Although,

the name was slightly different.

The scene before him caused Boss Zhou to pause for a moment, then he understood.

Because Boss Zhou had one advantage: he remembered everyone who owed him or took his things.

The wax museum that the Late Night Bookstore now used for Hei Xiaoniu (Black Little Cow) and his undead to cultivate the land, in the beginning, was actually opened by these guys.

And these guys, to be precise, their clan, in the very beginning, were actually servants of Ying Gou.

Probably not close servants or anything, most likely just helping Ying Gou move bones and do a little padding work.

After that battle, Ying Gou fell.

His former palace was now also in Hell, but it was used by the Yin Si (Netherworld Bureau) as a "trial base," a bit like how many domestic research institutes or universities in the early days used the residences of former princes, ministers, or presidents and prime ministers.

When people die, their lights go out; that was an unchanging truth.

The Netherworld Sea, which had gathered in the very center of Hell, was divided up by various factions, leaving only the Styx River. Although many legends about the Styx River were still circulating, it was nothing compared to its prime.

Big shots divided the meat, and small characters naturally got the soup.

The White Bone Throne, a good treasure that Boss Zhou had admired time and time again in the soul world, was seized by the ancestors of that clan after Ying Gou's demise.

For countless years,

they had regarded the White Bone Throne as their clan's sacred object, and remotely revered Ying Gou as their glorious totem.

Anyway, in their opinion, Ying Gou was long dead. For thousands of years, the living had always had a habit of enshrining the dead.

Because the dead were above, you could say he was your father, but he couldn't come back to life and actually be your father.

Through countless years of research, they had also successfully communicated and connected with the demon gods within the White Bone Throne and were able to use them as support.

Although those demon gods were just things that Ying Gou ate or used as cushions after brewing wine back in his heyday, that was relative to Ying Gou at his peak. In fact, after so many years, just the demon gods condensed within the White Bone Throne, suppressed and bound for countless years, if all released, would definitely be a terrifying storm.

Boss Zhou had promised them empty checks back then,

but later he was busy with all sorts of things, such as basking in the sun, drinking coffee, teaching Yingying massage techniques, and so on,

and had never been able to find the time to retrieve the White Bone Throne.

Of course, the most important thing was that you simply had no news about the location of that clan. If there really was news and a definite location, Boss Zhou estimated that he would really be willing to risk going to Beijing…

Oh no, that was too rebellious.

He would risk going to Xi'an and digging up an old ginseng to give to Ying Gou to get his own things back.

However, he really hadn't anticipated that at this time, at this juncture, they would suddenly appear on their own.

And immediately,

they used their clan's sacred art—Fan Yun (Overturning Clouds).

Broadly speaking, everyone was taught by Ying Gou,

but one was learned by the ancestor eavesdropping, and the other was taught hand-in-hand with physical, zero-distance contact,

how could they be the same?

Zhou Ze smiled, his fingers slightly bent and then stretched, as if warming up,

the baleful aura on his body began to emerge,

and then,

his hands spread out,

his ten fingernails pierced into the ground beneath his feet.

“Coffee.”

“Buzz!”

In an instant,

those iron chains that had just been summoned seemed to have lost control of their original master, did not lock down, but instead swayed in the air like seaweed.

The scene was close to a demonic dance, like modern elements added to square dancing.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze's gaze sharpened,

the baleful aura on his body seemed to ignite,

and even these surrounding iron chains were covered,

directly and forcibly erasing the original master's imprint on these iron chains condensed from baleful aura,

forcibly taking them into his control!

“Boom!”

Chains of iron swept out.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Sounds of explosions came, like balloons placed in front of you, and then you took a needle to prick them one by one, even carrying a clear rhythm change.

Then,

the iron chains dissipated,

leaving behind potholes in the ground,

in the air,

there was still a fragrant smell, a bit like sandalwood, quite pleasant.

Around,

you could see clusters of white gas remaining there, continuing to rise.

As if a dozen bonfires had just been extinguished with water, still lingering on.

It wasn't that they were too weak.

In fact, if these dozen people suddenly attacked,

using this bootleg version of "Fan Yun" to trap a powerful opponent really wouldn't be a big problem.

It was just that they were unlucky this time, and used the wrong target.

It's like Google and Baidu are both famous for search engines, but can they be the same?

Having counterattacked and killed so many of the opponent,

Boss Zhou had no pride;

in fact,

things were already very clear now,

before it could be said to be speculation,

but now,

since people of that clan could smell this aura and come here, it was enough to show that this place must be related to Ying Gou.

Boss Zhou hadn't asked Ying Gou yet, because Zhou Ze knew that Ying Gou could definitely "see" all of this.

The reason why he hadn't said anything was either that it was inconvenient to say, or that he himself might have forgotten.

This wasn't a joke. Could you remember all the dreams you've had since you started remembering things?

“Boss, it's here.”

Lawyer An stepped forward and pointed to a hole in the ground ahead.

The hole wasn't big; from the outside, it just looked like a round pit.

“Old An, you and Yingying watch from above.” Zhou Ze said to Lawyer An.

“Okay, Boss.”

“Mm.”

“Okay, Boss!” the old Taoist priest said.

“Old Taoist, you come down with me.”

“…………” the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest wanted to ask why,

am I very strong?

But he still nodded and followed behind Zhou Ze. After his boss went down, the old Taoist deliberately left the little monkey above and then followed his boss down.

The opening of the cave was very narrow, but after going down, it gradually widened. The "initially extremely narrow…" from *Peach Blossom Spring* was like a universal plaster,

seeming to be suitable for describing most of the cave entrances in this world.

At first, you had to bend over, then you could stand up straight to maintain your balance, and then you kept sliding down.

Zhou Ze landed first, turned sideways, grabbed the rolling-down old Taoist, and didn't let him fall to the ground headfirst.

Since there were people watching outside, there must be people inside as well.

It was like playing a game; outside were the small monsters, and you had to clear the small monsters before you could face the Boss.

There were definitely dangers, but that was why he specifically brought the old Taoist down.

It was really helpless at this moment;

in the past, the old Taoist relied on randomly triggered effects,

but often, when you wanted to specifically "trigger" this kind of random trigger, it would be particularly difficult.

“Boss, you go in front; this priest will protect you!”

“Mm…………”

Zhou Ze didn't say anything and walked in front.

The old Taoist nervously protected him from behind.

Just as Lawyer An had said before, this tomb chamber was very small, and only about twenty cyan coffins were placed in the two side chambers.

Zhou Ze didn't linger too long in the side chambers and went directly to the main tomb chamber.

Next to the pool in the main tomb chamber stood three people.

The two beside him were wearing white robes,

and the one in the middle was wearing a black robe.

Mm,

very standard villain attire.

After Zhou Ze walked in, the three of them turned around together.

Each of them wore a mask on their face, a golden mask.

This made Zhou Ze vaguely think that he had seen that Bodhisattva again, because their mask styles really seemed to be bought from the same Taobao store.

What surprised Zhou Ze a little was that,

after these three people saw him,

they actually knelt down directly.

They knelt very neatly,

really,

you could see the school's national flag guard practicing marching in formation, you could see young men and women full of youth and passion practicing dance in the practice room,

but had you ever heard of anyone practicing kneeling?

The three knelt down, and it was the kind of prostration with all five limbs touching the ground.

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes.

After the two times he and Ying Gou caused trouble in Hell, it should be impossible for the people of this clan not to have received the news.

So,

they should know that

Ying Gou was still alive.

In addition, they should have sensed what he had just done above.

Some iconic things could really easily explain one's identity.

It was understandable that they knelt down like this. Some people valued the gold under their knees very much, but many people really didn't care much. They could kneel for a scratch on a car, and they could kneel for a missing express delivery.

The old Taoist priest, who had been carefully and vigilantly protecting his boss from behind, poked his head out,

pointing at the three robed figures kneeling in front,

and said:

“Boss, don't be fooled by them; these guys are playing the courtesy before force trick. If they really listened, Boss, you could tell them to commit suicide in front of you and see if they really would…………”

The old Taoist's words got stuck in his throat.

Because before he could finish speaking,

each of the three robed figures kneeling in front extended a hand,

with a dark luster flowing in their hands,

and then,

“Pfft!”

Each person,

directly thrust their hand into their own chest,

the baleful aura-turned-flames began to burn their souls,

three flames shot up with a “buzz,”

and then in a few breaths,

in place,

there were only three patches of dark green charred marks left.

The old Taoist swallowed hard,

covered his lips with both hands,

his face full of disbelief:

“M-m-m-my god, they really committed suicide!”